AN: We left off at Harry's flat after dinner with Ron and Hermione. Ginny had asked Harry if Sirius Black was an Animagus. Someone mentioned it being a cliffhanger. Sorry. It wasn't meant to be.

London, 2004

Harry stretched and rolled over to his side, burying his face into his pillow to try and salvage a few more moments of sleep, something was pressing against his side a bit. He cracked his eye open and smiled. Ginny was lying on her back beside him. There was only the top sheet covering her naked body, and the sheet stopped tantalizingly draped at the crest of her breast. If he squinted he could make out the beginning of her areola.

Her body was amazingly tanned for a ginger. She must have spent ages in the sun before she came back to the UK. The freckles on her weren't as pronounced as they were on her siblings though, he found that interesting. Everything about her was interesting.

He'd been going on instinct and letting his body's wants dictate their amorous activities since their first coupling, and if her pleasurable moans were any indication, she was all for it. So, he was letting them guide him right now as he pulled the sheet down below her belly button and gently leaning over her to trace his tongue along the underside of her bosom.

She arched her back and let out a satisfied sigh. He moved over to do the same to the other breast and moaned himself as her fingers tangled into his hair and massaged his scalp with her fingernails. He pulled at the sheet so he could press their naked bodies together uninhibited by the fabric.

"Hmm, what time is it?" Her voice was raspy from not being used all night.

He raised his head from his nuzzling and squinted over to his side table. "7:05." She groaned and ran her hands up and down his back. The pace of the movement told him she wouldn't be letting him continue his languid worship of her body.

"I have to get back to my place." She stretched. "I need new clothes."

He rested on top of her, his weight being supported by his elbows with his chin on her sternum and his belly against her pelvis, which was deliciously warm. "Can't you just transfigure something of mine?" He watched her face as she smirked and cracked her eyes open looking down at him.

"I think you can manage a few hours with out me."

He pouted a bit. "I can, but I'll be having to be with out you tonight too. You've got your girls night."

"You'll survive." She ran her thumb down his bottom lip before pushing at his shoulders to get him to roll on his back beside her.

He scooched up to sit back against the pillows and grabbed his glasses. If he couldn't talk her into staying, at least he could enjoy the sight of her walking around his room in her birthday suit a bit. She had a lovely sway of her hips as she swaggered into the bathroom and shut the door.

Last night, when she'd asked him about Sirius he'd been floored. She had been the Slytherin muffin girl. He shook his head. Of course she was. He wondered then if Sirius knew she was a Weasley or not. He was probably colour blind as a dog, so maybe he couldn't tell

He gave a good, proper stretch and looked out the window. It was an overcast day in smoggy, murky London. Harry tried to think of the last time he'd gotten out of the city when it wasn't for a mission, or heading to the Burrow. He didn't have any plans for tomorrow, and it could be the only full day off he would get with her. Harry suppressed the miserable points of that thought and focused on how to make the most of it. Staying in bed all day sounded great, but fresh air and fun was an appealing idea too. Usually his Saturday's were full of recovery from Friday night, lazing about on the couch listening to a Quidditch game.

Maybe they could go to a Quidditch game?

No. He dismissed the thought. The press hadn't really bothered him much over the years, but there was the chance that he'd get photographed with her, and he didn't want her to wear a disguise all day.

Maybe somewhere in the Muggle world? The sea was only an hour away by train.

"Hey, Ginny?" He asked.

A moment later, instead of a 'yeah?' response through the door, she opened it and rested herself against the frame while brushing her teeth with his toothbrush. He smiled at the sight. She was so relaxed, baring herself to him completely and using his toiletries.

She raised her eyebrows in question. "Do you have any plans tomorrow?"

She kept brushing her teeth and cocked her head to the side, giving him a good look up and down his body. Her look exuded sex. He went from half mast to full as a subtle movement from her body that drew his attention to her teasingly erect nipples. Then she disappeared from the doorway. He heard her spit in the sink and run the tap. She was not playing fair.

Ginny walked casually back into the room and picked up her clothes from the floor, placing them on the end of the bed before starting to pull them on. "Did you have something else in mind?"

"Besides those knickers wiggling down your hips instead of up?"

She laughed. "Besides staying in bed all day."

"Oh! Right." She meant for tomorrow. "Did you want to go to Brighton tomorrow? Get out of the city? Some fresh air. We could go to the pier and I can win you a teddy bear." He smiled, teasing her roguishly.

She paused and stared at him a moment, holding her shirt in her right hand.

Harry couldn't quite read her expression or body language. It was like she was studying him for hidden narrative. But she looked pleased, and he saw goosebumps trail down her exposed arms.

"You want to take me out for the day? To the sea. And win me a teddy bear?" A slow grin broke out on her face, she wasn't teasing him, the tone was one of disbelief. Had she never been treated like this before? She was a tough as nails, no bull shit, Auror who'd apparently been through hell and back. But she was still a beautiful and exciting young woman, and he wanted to shower her with ridiculously expensive novelty items.

"You don't have an aversion to crowds and carnival food, do you? That's basically all the pier offers."

"No." She beamed and shrugged on her shirt. She crawled onto the bed and across to him and gave him a slow kiss. "That sounds great."

He hooked a finger in her belt loop to pull her closer. He wanted her straddling him and pressed against his chest, but she pulled back.

"I have to go." She kissed him once more. "I'll see you later."

He couldn't resist pouting at her again as she backed off the bed and left the bedroom all together.

Once he heard the front door open and close he resigned himself to heading for the shower. If he had a quick breakfast he could get to the gym by eight and try to calm his nerves down a bit. He felt like a teenager having just asked out his crush. It was a little disconcerting how his left hand vibrated a bit as it held his shampoo bottle.

()()()()()()()()

Harry had managed a good forty-minute work-out before showering and grabbing a tea and getting to his desk.

Ron was waiting for him. Apparently Hermione had been hounding him, and laying in to him, all night for more details about Ginny and pressuring him to get her to come to the Burrow on Sunday.

"All night mate! And I couldn't tell her anything about what Ginny's been up to, compulsion charm and what not. Though I do want to have a look through the files. See what missions she's been on."

"It's probably pretty classified." Harry was still angry at him for his role in Ginny's miserable school life. But how was he supposed to portray that when, to Ron he was just his friend that had little to do with his estranged sister.

"Yeah, maybe some of it. But, I mean. Can you believe it? Just one day comes along and you find out that your sister is this internationally known legendary Auror? And she's still got her whole career ahead of her."

Harry was doing his best not to show his discomfort. While he was sure access to her missions would probably be blocked, he didn't want to think of where her career was going to take her next, because there was a 99.1% chance it would be anywhere but London.

"It's been making me think." Ron continued at a lower volume. "I've been doing this for years now, and I'm only okay at it." Harry was used to Ron's insecurity. It came with the territory of having so many accomplished older siblings and a 'famous' best friend. Hermione was really making a name for herself in the Ministry too.

"You've been doing better than a lot of the others." Harry pointed out. "You haven't been sent to St. Mungo's."

"Yeah. But I think that is more of dumb luck. I only really got into being an Auror because of the war, the experiences I already had, and 'cause it sounded cool."

"You think you might want to change careers?" This was the first he'd mentioned of being unhappy where he was. He whinged about the job every now and again, but mostly the paperwork aspect.

Ron shrugged. "There's an opening in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. It'd be a good place to start if I wanted to move on to working for a Quidditch team one day."

They stared silently for a minute. Ron was really nervous. Was he looking for approval? Validation?

"Actually. I think that'd be great." Harry admitted. "You love Quidditch. It'd be way more interesting than answering noise complaints, or doing tours of Azkaban." There was something else he could see Ron was holding back. Ron's hand twitched a bit. Harry caught on. "And if you and Hermione want to start a family, you wouldn't have to worry about being gone on missions."

Ron grinned sheepishly. "That might be part of it."

"Wow." The thought of his two best friends having a kid. The two of them getting married had been an eventuality, so was them procreating he supposed, but it was still crazy to think about. He wondered what Sirius had felt like when he learned his best friend was having a kid. It was surreal.

"So, you're cool with it?"

Harry was confused by the question. Why would he have a problem with it? "I'm going to be the Godfather, right?"

Ron laughed. "Not that, you idiot. But yes, of course. I meant me leaving here."

"Oh! Hey mate, I just want you to be happy. Maybe I'll get teamed up with a 'real' Auror now." Harry teased.

Ron slugged him in the shoulder. "Okay. I'm going to put in for the job."

"Good."

They got called out on a job to deal with a hexed lamp that made its way into a Muggle Bed and Breakfast. The lamp would sporadically send orbs of light out into the air and the orbs would explode confetti. Looked like a joke item. It didn't have a plug, just a button, and no place for batteries.

They contained the lamp and modified the Muggle's memory before taking it to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. Ron dropped off his application at the Games and Sports before they got back to the office.

Harry paused just on the outside of his cubicle. There looked to be a bit of a shimmer across the area where his chair was. As he was just pulling out his wand to check it, Andrews had come out of the kitchen to his desk and sat in his chair. Andrews was instantly engulfed in Peruvian Darkness Powder. The cloud of powder stayed contained in an orb around the area and he fell out of the orb hacking and scratching himself all over.

There must have been itching powder mixed in there, along with something else, because he was turning a sickly green. Seamus rushed over to him and started casting a few spells to give him relief before helping him out of the office.

Harry turned back to his own area and cast a few detection spells. The shimmer was coming from a shield charm. It was harmless. He walked through it and felt no difference.

Andrew's booby trap went off after he sat down though. Harry crouched down and surveyed his chair.

"What are you doing?" Ron called over the divider.

"Pretty sure that whatever just happened to Andrews was also about to happen to me if I hadn't seen the shield around my desk." Harry explained.

One more carefully chosen spell and he'd located the trap. There was a pouch camouflaged on his chair. It just looked like the padding on the seating was a little fluffier than usual. He disabled it and removed it, then held it up for Ron.

"Yep." Ron nodded. "You're definitely the better Auror."

Harry regarded the pouch as a prize. He'd passed her test.

()()()()()

After lunch they went into the conference room. Reports from the morning group that day had simply been that the training was straight forward, but difficult. Taking their seats they saw one word on the board.

Stealth.

Harry got a little excited. This should be good. They had training in it from the Auror Training Program, but the Chameleon had been renowned for that more than anyone else, thus the moniker. Everyone had filed in and taken their seats. They'd been sitting patiently and quietly for her to come in, but she was either running late. Or…

Harry smiled to himself. He'd bet his broom that she was already there. Abruptly he rose and went to the corner of the room and cast a charm. It shot out a wave of light that rippled out across the room and as the light came in contact with something it would glide up and over it to continue on its way.

The light went up and over the confused faces of his fellow training mates, and one extra person. "Finite." Harry cast and Ginny appeared leaning against the wall by the exit.

"That is a very useful spell Auror Potter." She inclined her head in an approving gesture. "Please return to your seat."

Her whole attitude meant business. It was like she wasn't the same woman that had been naked in his bed that morning. He should be used to it by now, but Auror Ginny still turned him on as much as naked Ginny, no matter how intimidating she was right then. He returned to his seat.

"How'd you know?" Ron whispered.

Harry just pointed to the word on the board. "It's really all we needed, right?"

"Anyone else have an inkling that I'd been there the whole time?" Ginny asked. Everyone shook their head 'no'. "I wasn't just there either. I walked across the tables. I stood directly behind one of you, and I lifted a chap stick." She pulled a red tube from her pocked and tossed it back to Beverly. "Name the spells that I could have used to do that undetected in the few moments before Auror Potter discovered me." She uncapped a marker and went to the board.

"Disillusionment." Ron called out. She wrote it down.

"Levis Tactus." Beverly said. Ginny wrote down the spell to make yourself feather light.

"Muffliato?" Tonks suggested.

Ginny didn't write that one down. "Unfortunately, the Muffliato doesn't move with you. If you are concerned that someone might hear your breathing, then you could try the gagging spell I used on Auror Finnegan yesterday. However, you'd better be able to do a non-verbal to remove it. Better to just moderate your breathing. What else?"

"Scourgify?" Harry offered.

"Close, but no. A Non Odorem. Scorgify will get you clean, but you would still be able to smell certain scents; like sweat, shampoo, or pheromones in particular."

"You can smell pheromones?" Tonks asked.

"There are quite a few people that can. Like your husband for one." Ginny told them. Not for the first time, Harry wondered if she was an Animagus. "Now. For today's training you will all have to make it from one side of the room to the other, crossing the desks with your coworkers still seated at them, undetected. And for those of you sitting, you will try to catch them. But, if you try and you only catch air, you will have to do your test again. And no beams of light, Potter. You can only use your senses to try and catch them."

She went to the front and sat cross legged on her table and put the marker behind her. "You'll have finished when you get the marker from behind my back." Ginny then put on a pair of yellow goggles of sort. "Starting form the back. You're up Lupin."

Tonks stood and went to the far corner, then disappeared.

One by one they started taking their turns. After she'd called Daniels out for cheating by walking behind the chairs instead of on the desks, when no one could see them, they knew that the yellow glasses were giving away their location somehow. Daniels had to start over, but still failed to get to the front.

After every unsuccessful attempt they discussed what went wrong.

It was Ron's turn. Harry was last. Ron went to the far corner and applied all of his charms. Five minutes went by, no one had grabbed hold of him. Then Ginny put her hand out abruptly and grasped something.

"Very good job Weasley. Not good enough though." She smirked slightly. "Take a seat." Ron removed his spells and sat down. "You managed to get by all of your colleagues. Why do you thing I caught you?"

"Something to do with those glasses." Ron stated.

"That's right. They're a Muggle invention. What do you think they do?"

"Do they show you where the person's body heat is?" Tonks asked.

"No, though they do have those too. They are much bulkier." Ginny said and checked for anyone else that had a guess. No one did. "Okay. Potter, your turn."

Harry thought on it as he went to stand in the far corner. His being the last person to go gave him a major advantage. He knew now where not to step because the table might shift. He knew not to go too fast because he'd create a shift in the air. But he didn't know how to evade those glasses. They must be able to distort the light or something.

He silently cast all of the spells to make him undetectable, and an extra one to create a tight shield around him. He cast a charm to create a shield bubble in front of him too. That was difficult magic. A single bead of sweat ran down his forehead when he made it so the shield bubble would shadow his movements, then he started.

He got to the third desk and almost tripped at the sound of Ginny's voice. "Andrew's you'll be next." It had been completely silent in the room as he made his way. Andrews was in the front row at the table beside his and Ron's. He must have reached out to try and stop Harry.

Delicately Harry levitated himself down from the middle row and walked over to the front row. He levitated back up and onto Andrews desk and crossed to his and Ron's desk. Ron's hand snapped out and grabbed his ankle. Harry removed his spells.

"Good job, Weasley." Ginny said. "How did you know?"

Ron leaned down to the desk and blew across the surface. There had been a light sprinkling of some kind of dust there. Harry hadn't noticed it before, and he and Ron were the only one's that had gotten that far. "Saw the disturbance.'

Ginny looked pleased with him. "Clever" She nodded. Ron looked pretty smug. "Bonus points on the shield charm Potter. But the extra phantom one was very noticeable when it walked off the table instead of floating down to the floor." Ginny told him.

"Bugger." Harry chided himself. The others chuckled.

Andrews was the last to go again. He didn't make it far. Tonks heard him breathing too loudly.

"Overall, you lot did a pretty fair job." Ginny said taking off her goggle things. "And these glasses simply block out haze and blue light, so you can see contrast better. The disillusionment charm is not infallible to them. I did have to be looking very carefully to find you though." She got down off the desk and rubbed her legs. "That was uncomfortable." She muttered. She'd been sitting cross legged for the better part of an hour.

"Alright. So a lot of the Stealth and Tracking stuff was taught to you in Auror Training. You need to keep practicing. Obviously most situations won't be so silent that you could hear a pin drop, so you wouldn't have to worry about being entirely quiet, or ridiculously slow. In normal scenarios the lot of you could have gotten up to the front and grabbed the marker." She surveyed the room one more time. "Any questions?"

"Can you tell us one of the situations you were in where you had to use all of what we worked on today?" Andrew asked her.

Ginny cringed slightly. "I can tell you it involved a dragon and a ringmaster, and it was foiled by a jacket."

"A jacket?"

"Yes. I was standing up against a wall and someone tossed a jacket at me. It was noticed when the jacket didn't fall to the floor right away." She shrugged. "It may have completely blown my cover, but what happened next was…" She paused, shook her head and let out a shiver. "You'll need workout clothes for Monday, and we'll be in the gym. Now bugger off and have a good weekend."

She watched as they stood up. "Oh! One more thing. Be sure to eat at least an hour before your session."

"Huh." Ron said beside him. "Think she's going to kick our asses?"

"Probably." Harry smiled.

()()()()()()

Harry had not been looking forward to this evening. Fridays were usually when he'd go out for a drink or two with some friends, and maybe find a nice girl to talk into coming back to his place. But the last three evenings he'd spent with Ginny, and they'd been wonderful. Surprising and other worldly too. But wonderful.

Tonight however, she was going out with her roommate and her friends. The grateful prostitutes. That would fall under the 'other worldly' category. It was weird to think about. But it didn't bother her what they did for a living, and it sounded like they were all friendly.

Since he was being deprived of an evening with her, he agreed to going out with Seamus, Ron and some other lads. Ron had one drink, then ran off home to Hermione. The other guys peeled off one by one until there was just Seamus, Dean and himself tying one on. They loaded up on food at the Leaky, and drink. Harry paced himself somewhat, at least compared to them.

"Do you guys usually hit up the brothel when you can't be bothered to put in the effort at the pub?" He asked.

They'd talked about it on Monday after they'd been 'exposed'. But Harry was in a bit of a stupor about other revelations. And picturing Ginny as they'd described her would definitely cause a reaction he'd rather not have had in the presence of her brother.

"Ahh. Once or twice." Dean shrugged.

"More like once a month." Seamus confessed happily. "Due a nice treat every now and again! You telling me you've never paid for it?"

Harry shook his head 'no'. Personally he'd rather wank than pay for sex.

"You joking mate?" Dean asked Seamus. "This is Harry bloody Potter! Girls will be lining up to pay him for it."

Harry felt his ears tinge pink at that. He pushed back from the table. "Think I've seen enough of the pub for tonight." He tried to excuse himself from them.

"Right you are!" Seamus nearly shouted. "To a club we go!"

"Oh. I was gunna-"

"Come to the club with us." Dean cut him off. "It's been a full-on week. You can't leave me alone with him." He gestured to Seamus. Seamus just stood there, looking proud of himself. "Come on. What'd you have waiting for you at home?"

Harry repressed a snarl at that. While there may not be someone at home waiting for him, that didn't mean he wanted to go trolling for women like these two were geared up to do. Though, staying out with company was still preferential to going home where he'd undoubtedly just sit wondering what Ginny was getting up to.

"Yeah, alright."

"Fantastic. I know just the place!" Seamus bounded out the door, headed to Muggle London.

"Er… he's not going to take us to that brothel, is he?" Harry asked Dean.

Dean snorted. "Doubt it after finding out he was being taped."

Harry took comfort in that, and they rushed to catch up with him. Seamus led them to a Karaoke bar, where Harry and Dean gave him all kinds of encouragement to get up on stage and sing a terrible rendition of 'Cryin' by Aerosmith. People threw popcorn and the three of them left right after.

Dean managed to find them an actual club with a neon entrance, music vibrating through the door and a velvet rope.

"Oi!" Seamus yelled at the bouncer. "How hot are the girls in there?"

"Oh Geez." Harry groaned at him and whacked him in the chest.

"Fuckin hot mate." The bouncer confirmed. "Had a group of em go in an hour ago. Still wondering if I should quit my job right now and follow em in."

"Wicked." Seamus grinned drunkenly. He looked at the line-up of people waiting. "Fifty?"

"Plus ten a pop."

"Got it." He pulled out his wallet and forked over eighty pounds. People in the line groaned. Harry shrugged at Dean as the bouncer pulled back the rope to let the three of them in.

Personally, Harry wouldn't have paid it. He probably would have just found the back entrance and let himself in there if he were inclined. But if Seamus was paying, who was he to say no?

It was pretty dark inside. There were some strobe lights, the few tables that they could see had neon lights running up the legs, and the music was very loud, but had a good beat. The place was pretty packed, and sure enough there were some very attractive girls dancing on the little raised stages.

Seamus made a bee line for the dance floor, rubbing his hands together. Harry headed for the bar, followed closely by Dean.

"Just a beer, yeah?" He yelled back, Dean nodded and looked at the dancing girls.

It took forever to get the drinks, he found Dean and handed him one, then they found their way to a table by the dance floor. They couldn't see Seamus in the sea of people, but enjoyed the view. The dancers they did see were all very hot from what they could tell in the lighting, and their clothes were showing off their bodies very teasingly.

Dean tapped his shoulder and pointed to one of the stages, where Seamus was, doing what could only be described as peacocking for the girl on the stage with him.

They finished their beers pretty fast. Seamus located them right before Harry was about to start into his. "Whew!" He shouted so they could hear him. "I need to cool down."

They moved back from the dance floor. Harry would need at least two more fast beers if he was going to get on the floor. Dean offered to go grab the drinks this time. The other two managed to find a sit down table when he came back with the drinks. Harry was just about to ask how he managed that so quickly when there was a kerfuffle near them.

Looked like some guy was making unwanted advances on a girl. She was trying to put him in his place. The three of them were watching the scene unfold. Her friends started getting involved. His friends started getting involved. The guys had their backs to the table, so the three wizards couldn't quite see anyone's faces.

A quieter song came on and they could catch some tidbits of the conversation. "That girl look familiar to you?" Dean leaned over to Seamus.

"Wanted it!" They heard one of the guys say.

Slap.

Slap.

The three stood up to jump in just as one of the guys was spun around and slammed down on their table.

"Apologize." One of the girls had his arm twisted behind him and was holding him down.

"Fuck off you bitch." The guy shouted back at her.

"I said." He was lifted up slightly and slammed back down. "Apologize." She yelled louder.

The guy managed to pull himself back up. The girl that had thrown him down ducked his swinging fist and thrust her palm up at his face, effectively giving him a bloody nose. "Ohhh.' The guys mates stepped back. This girl knew how to handle herself. The three wizards were frozen in shock as all three seemed to realize at the same time that this girl was Ginny.

The guy swung again. He accidentally hit his friend and she twisted his arm behind him and slammed him back down onto their table.

"Now. You will apologize to her now before I shove my arm so far up your ass that you'll be singing your apology to her like a fucking puppet on a Saturday morning kids show."

"Crazy bitch!" He cried out in pain.

"You're just lucky you caught me before I hit Psycho Crazy Bitch level drunk, or I'd've already past your prostate." She pulled him back up and twisted his arm harder.

"Ah!" He screamed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."

She kneed him in the back and released his arm so he landed on all fours at the other girls feet. He picked himself up and ran off towards the exit with his mates close behind him.

"Whew! That almost killed my buzz!" She yelled at her friends. They were laughing and clapping for her. She gave a playful curtsy and turned back to Harry, Dean and Seamus' table. "Sorry about that. Oh!" She finally looked at them.

"All Right!" Seamus thrust both his fists in the air. "That was brilliant!"

Ginny stared shocked at Harry, and her gaze slid over to Seamus, whose arms remained in the air. Her shocked expression slid off her face and she gave a seductive grin. "Entertaining enough to earn me drink?"

"I got it!" Dean exclaimed and ran off.

Bridgette came up beside Ginny and whispered something in her ear. Ginny gave her a look and nodded, smiling, then tapped her nose. Bridgette giggled.

"When did you guys get here?" Ginny yelled to them over the music.

"Half hour ago." Seamus yelled back. "Who are your friends?"

"You know them actually. Some of them fairly intimately." She winked.

"Knew I recognized them! Care to re-introduce us?"

"No. This is a girls night out. No men unless I'm beating them up, or the nights over. I've still got a good hour left in me until then." She gave Harry a private smile.

He was so caught up taking in her hot little outfit and how her eyes looked so different with all that make-up on them, sexy. She was this hot little warrior woman, and he was drinking in every little piece of it.

His brain took a moment to comprehend what she said. One more hour with the girls before she'd be wanting some male attention. His male attention.

His 'male' was bloody standing at 'attention' for her right then. He couldn't get his mouth to close. He nodded very slightly and couldn't stop a stupid grin from coming to his face.

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AN- Didn't care to write in a scene where Seamus tells Dean that the brothel was being taped, or make up a reason for Ginny to be there. So just go with it.

I try to update these stories once a week, but I have a good excuse for missing the past few. I was travelling through Scotland, and there was a surprisingly little amount of rain. Hell of a lot of sheep though :)