A/N: I don't know exactly where this came from. I've had a stressful week and have been reading old stories (mine and others) late at night and then just started writing for the distraction. Enjoy!

Ginny looked at herself critically in the mirror for at least the fourth time, turning around and around. "Are you sure no one will be able to tell?"

"Ginny, you've worn Muggle clothing before; this isn't much different." Harry came up and put his arms around his girlfriend. "I think you look spectacular."

"Well, I certainly sparkle enough." Ginny smoothed her sequined top. "How do the Muggles manage it without magic?"

"They'll never tell," laughed Harry. "But if you'd rather stick to someplace magical, I'm pretty sure I have an open invitation to cut the line at that new club that opened up in Diagon Alley last month. What's it called, "Spellbinder?"

"Spellbound," muttered Ginny. "And if you want to see our faces splashed all over the gossip section of the Prophet tomorrow while we spend tonight wondering if anyone's slipped a love potion into our meal, then go for it."

"Well when you put it that way, I think we'd better stick to being Muggles tonight, especially since this was your idea in the first place." Harry picked up his suit jacket. "And you look stunning, by the way."

"Please don't lose me on the Underground," Ginny said, taking his hand.

Ginny grew more obviously excited the closer they got to their stop and Harry smothered a grin. He secretly loved how excited she - and most of the Weasleys for that matter - got whenever they got to spend time in Muggle London. He'd found a highly regarded but not too trendy restaurant in Mayfair where they'd be able to linger over dinner and drinks before he unveiled his surprise - a night in a suite in a fancy Muggle hotel that was as far from either the Leaky Cauldron or the Hog's Head as Harry could imagine. Just thinking about what he and Ginny would get up to in the room - rooms, actually - made Harry almost wish they could skip dinner.

But then GInny squealed. "Is that it? It looks so . . . proper and British and Muggle." She said the last in a whisper as she practically skipped across Grosvenor Square to the imposing brick building with autumn-colored awnings that Harry suspected they changed with the season. He jogged to catch up with his girlfriend who was standing in front of the entrance looking suddenly shy. "Do we just go in?"

Harry chuckled and put his arm around her. "It's a restaurant, Ginny, not Gringotts." He pushed open the door. Immediately Ginny relaxed.

"It smells so good!" She inhaled deeply the aromas of well-cooked steak, brandy and chocolate. "Sorry Harry, I think this is my Amortentia from now on."

"Amortentia? I don't think we have a reservation under that name." The reed thin woman with blonde hair pulled back in a tight chignon ran her finger down the page of an enormous leather book.

"Potter," said Harry firmly. "The name's Potter. Amortentia's actually my . . . cat. I mean, my girlfriend's cat. The cat she wants me to buy her." He snapped his mouth shut while Ginny giggled. He was supposed to be the smooth one here!

The hostess wisely ignored Harry's babbling. "Of course. Right this way, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley." She began winding through the candle-lit room.

Before Ginny could open her mouth, Harry put his close to her ear. "They asked who was accompanying me when I made the reservation; it's the kind of place that prides itself on personal service."

Ginny gave a hum of interest. "Instead of using an identico spell. Brilliant, these Muggles. Oh, what a lovely table! It's got a little eclectic torch to see the menu!"

The hostess gave her an indulgent smile, obviously assuming that Harry and Ginny were some sort of bumpkins from the countryside, enjoying a rare and special night in the big city. "They certainly are eclectic," she agreed. "Electric too, so please let me know if the battery starts to run out." She watched them take their seats before turning back to her other duties.

Ginny looked around, the delight on her face growing with each new sight, from the extravagant bar in the center of the room where uniform workers had to mix and pour the drinks themselves to the complicated looking computer tucked discretely in a corner. She reached across the table and took Harry's hand. "Thank you," she said earnestly. "It's just perfect."

Harry squeezed her hand. He'd had no doubt Ginny would like the place but the sheer enthusiasm in her tone was making him feel warm inside nonetheless. "I'm glad you approve." He opened his menu. "Shall I help you order a drink? They don't have Firewhiskey or elf-made wine here."

"I want a Gin, of course." Ginny gave him a wicked smile. "Don't you? I mean, you already know what I taste like, but since they don't seem to have a drink called 'Harry' I think we should both indulge in me."

The layers of innuendo made Harry dizzy. The hotel was right across the street. He nodded dumbly. "You . . . you'd like a gimlet, I think. It has gin and sugar syrup and lime, so it's both sweet and tart."

"Like me," Ginny nodded. "Okay, I'll start with that. What about you?"

Harry had been planning on an ordinary gin and tonic but their waiter talked him into adding the restaurant's special blueberry muddle to it and Harry easily acquiesced. From there they moved to a negroni each with their appetizers and then Harry ordered them an appletini to share with their steaks. Ginny's reaction, aided, no doubt, by the two drinks she'd already had, was exactly what he'd hoped for.

"Harry! It's green, as green as your eyes!" Her own sparkled over the rim of the cup while she took a drink. He smirked.

"I get to taste you, you get to taste me." He leaned closer to her and lowered his voice. "So, how am I?"

Ginny swallowed hard. "Almost as good as the real thing, but I might need to do some more in-depth comparison."

As far as Harry was concerned, that was all the signal he needed. He waved over their server and requested their check, asking that she add two desserts to go. The woman nodded knowingly and departed with the promise that she'd be back in a trice.

"Can you put a freezing charm on Muggle desserts? The ice cream that comes with that berry crumble will melt by the time we get to your flat." Ginny had apparently taken off her shoe and now her bare foot was teasing up inside the bottom of Harry's trouser leg. He had to subtly adjust himself before answering. Ginny wasn't fooled and her smile grew more private.

Harry tried to collect his thoughts.

"We're not going to my flat," he said finally. He slipped a sheaf of pound notes into the leather folder on the table and accepted the bag their server handed him before taking Ginny's hand as she got to her feet. His head was pleasantly fuzzy from the drinks and anticipation of what was to come was making him giddy. Her eyes sparkled at him.

"Where then? Or let me guess, it's got to be a surprise?" Ginny leaned casually into the hand Harry rested on the small of her back as he guided her through the restaurant.

"A short surprise, but yes." He let his hand drift lower. Whether it was because of the gin, the fact that Ginny was fairly dependent on him here or just that he was remarkably eager to get her alone, Harry was feeling rather possessive of her. Which was silly, of course. He wrapped his arm around her waist anyway.

"There." Harry pointed down the street. "I've gotten us a suite at the Four Seasons."

This made Ginny giggle. "Do all Muggle hotels tell you when you can stay in them? Is there one on the next block called 'Autumn Only'?" She was teasing, of course and Harry matched her tone. "Absolutely. If you try to visit during July they send you right back out again."

The lobby of the hotel was as posh as Harry had expected and after he checked them in they spent absolutely no time looking at it. No one else joined them in the lift and as soon as the doors closed he couldn't help but push himself against Ginny, desperate to slake even a tiny bit of need before they got to the room. There was a little velvet bench in the back of the car and for one wild moment the two of them looked at each other. Finally Ginny shrugged.

"It's awfully narrow."

"Not to mention how many spells we'd have to perform to make the entire hotel forget that we'd stopped the lift to have a shag," Harry agreed. The lift in question complied by arriving at their floor a moment later. Harry fumbled with the key card, definitely not aided by the fact that Ginny was cupping him through his trousers. He'd finally got the mechanism to shine green when she briskly unzipped him and slipped her hand inside. He yelped, the card falling out of his hand and the entry light flicking off again.

"Keep doing that and we'll never get inside," he warned.

"Well I definitely want you inside." Ginny obligingly removed her hand while Harry picked up the key and finally managed to get the door open.

"Ohhhh." Ginny took a few steps forward and turned slowly around the space, which was nearly as big as the Burrow's entire sitting room. "Where's the bed?"

Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Eager, aren't we?"

Ginny looked back at him. "Aren't you?"

In answer, Harry flicked his wand at a door to the left. It swung open with a soft click and the sound of running water poured out. "I thought we'd start with dessert in the bath."

Ginny made a hum of agreement and headed towards the bathroom, casually pulling her shirt over her head as she walked.

"I'd forgotten you didn't put on a bra," said Harry, following her. "Thank you."

"I didn't wear knickers either." Ginny was already completely naked.

Harry quickly put a charm on his glasses before the steam from the bathtub prevented him from seeing her. He shrugged out of his clothes and gathered her in his arms. She widened her stance slightly in a practiced move and Harry slipped his erection between her thighs. Ginny squeezed lightly and he didn't try to hold back his groan. "I love it when you do that."

"I know," she said in an amused voice. "And I love dessert; can we please combine the two now?"

"You're almost as bad as Ron at Christmas," Harry said with mock grumpiness. But the tub was almost full and the lights were low and cozy and he was standing there, hard, pressed up against his equally naked and ready girlfriend. With only a little reluctance he stepped back and floated the carefully packaged desserts out of their bag.

"I did use a freezing charm, but just on the ice cream," he said. "Oops, sorry." The container hit the side of Ginny's head as she climbed into the tub and turned off the tap. She looked back at him and smirked.

"Checking out my bum, aren't you?"

"I am," he agreed. "And in a minute I'll check out your front." He climbed into the tub after her and sat down against the curved back. "Come straddle me now."

He heard Ginny's breath hitch at his command but instead of responding with cheek she acquiesced immediately. His erection was between them again, resting on his belly under the water. He took one of her hands and put it on him. "Do you want berry crumble or a donut?"

Ginny stroked him lightly. "Berry please. And some ice cream."

The bowl of dessert was hovering at the side of the tub. Harry scooped some out with the spoon that had come with it and held it tantalizingly in the air. "Lean forward," he instructed.

As he intended, Ginny had to shift her weight to comply. She dutifully let him feed her the bite and then settled back onto his thighs again, her hand returning to its ministrations. Harry took up another spoonful. "Keep stroking, then grasp." He put the spoon in his mouth. "Damn, that's good," he said when he swallowed. "The crumble's not bad either."

Ginny groaned. "That's terrible, Harry." She leaned forward for her next bite and after she'd finished, Harry grasped her hips and lifted her fully onto him. "We aren't going to move much yet," he explained. "But I want to be inside you while we finish dessert."

"Before we . . . finish." Ginny nodded solemnly.

And she was mostly good, rocking only a bit back and forth while they ate part of the crumble and then sent it off to the tiny mini-fridge that Harry promised he'd let her examine later. But then he opened the bag of warm donuts, and the three different sauces, and Ginny couldn't hold back a shudder of excitement. Without waiting for Harry she leaned all the way forward and dipped her finger into the chocolate. He grasped her wrist. "Can I have some?" he asked thickly.

They never made it to the donuts, licking chocolate and caramel off each other's fingers and then lips. Ginny was moving more purposefully against him now and when she leaned again Harry thrust up. Her knees tightened against his hips.

"Put your hands on my shoulders." Harry held Ginny's waist and moved her the way he needed. "And tell me when you're close."

"I'm close now," she gasped a few seconds later. "You've been driving me crazy since we got in the tub. Before that, even."

Harry didn't have the words to agree. "Hold on," he managed. Pressure was building in his back and the room was fuzzy around the edges. He usually got there before Ginny and suspected the drinks had helped give him more control.

In response, Ginny rocked harder. Water splashed out over the edge of the tub and Harry's spell levitating the rest of the donuts failed. The plate crashed to the floor and did the last bit of Harry's restraint. "Fuck," he grunted. "Now."

Ginny cried out and then cried his name and Harry nearly lifted her halfway out of the water with his final thrust. She lay her head on his shoulder as he shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and hers.

Only when his breathing was mostly back to normal did he realize that the water was still churning. Ginny sat up and looked curiously at it. "Did you do a spell?"

Harry shook his head. "Only to levitate the donuts." He grabbed his wand and repaired the broken plate and dried off the floor. After another moment of looking around he chuckled. "I think one of us must have hit the button that starts the spa feature on the tub. He pressed the small silver disk and the water stopped moving. Ginny gave a shriek of delight.

"These Muggles really do get on well without magic, don't they?" Slowly they climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped themselves in enormous fluffy towels. Harry was very much looking forward to them curling up under the blankets on the bed and napping for a little while before not napping again. He said as much to Ginny and she promptly dropped her towel.

"We should sleep naked, then."

Harry's towel followed hers. "You won't hear me complain."