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August
"I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow," Ginny said gently, laying on her back with her head resting on Harry's outstretched legs, his fingers twisting lazily through her fiery red hair.
"You'll be gone for less than a year," he replied, "and I'm sure it'll be worth it for your future."
"When did you become someone who thought about the future?" Ginny said, turning her eyes away from her copy of Gwenog Jones' new autobiography, Quidditch Through the Pages, which she was reading for the fifth time that summer, and looking up at Harry with a wry smile.
"Well, you know, the demise of my arch nemesis has helped a bit with forward planning," Harry said, reciprocating the smile.
They were sitting under an apple tree in the orchard near The Burrow where, in summers gone by, they could be found playing quidditch with the other Weasleys. Now, with Fred gone, they couldn't yet bring themselves to dig out the old Cleansweeps and play. It was a glorious late summer's day, and the sun was high, its rays bounding off the golden metal of the makeshift quidditch hoops at each end of the clearing in the middle of the orchard. Ginny squinted as she lowered her book and the reflections struck her in the eyes.
"Speaking of the future, how are you feeling about starting work?" Ginny asked. She was referring to Harry's pending new job as an apprentice auror. Just over four weeks ago the Minister for Magic himself had turned up at The Burrow to ask Harry to join the auror training programme, and he had had no problem swiftly accepting the offer. With only a handful of OWLs to his name, no other official qualifications, and no desire to return to Hogwarts, he had hardly believed his luck that such an opportunity should fall into his lap like that.
"Not too bad, looking forward to it really, I think it will feel good to do something productive again," Harry replied thoughtfully.
"That's a good outlook," Ginny responded. "Anyway, seen anywhere suitable?" she asked, gesturing at the copy of the Daily Prophet which was laying open beside Harry, the Properties page facing up, with the packet of sherbet lemons they had been eating holding down the corner.
"Yeah, a couple of possibilities," he replied, "might go and look at them next week."
"You do already have a home, you know?" Ginny said quietly.
"I suppose, I just don't think Grimmauld Place will ever really feel like home to me," Harry replied.
"No, I meant here," Ginny responded gently.
"Oh. I suppose so, but I don't think it will feel the same without you, and your parents have already given me enough. I don't want to outstay my welcome."
Ginny placed her hand over Harry's, which had been combing its way through her hair at an increasingly restless pace, and held it still. She brought his fingers to her lips and kissed them.
"Don't fret," she whispered, as usual reading his body and his habits with ease.
Harry smiled gently back at her, then a thoughtful expression crossed his face, "do you think anyone can see us here?" he asked.
"No chance," Ginny replied, "besides, Dad's at work, and Mum's gone to help George set up the Hogsmeade shop again so there's nobody around anyway."
"Good," Harry replied, smiling.
"Why?" Ginny asked, but suspecting the sort of answer without being told.
Wordlessly, Harry folded the newspaper and pushed it further away. He then pulled Ginny up by the elbow and encouraged her to sit and face him before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers; she could taste the sweetness of the sherbet lemons on his lips as she passionately kissed him back. Lacing her arms around his neck, Ginny lifted her leg and swept it over Harry so that their bodies aligned and she was straddling him face on, one of her favourite places to be.
As the kiss continued, she became aware of Harry's hands roaming over the top of her shorts and up her shirt, she could feel the calluses of his fingers against the smoothness of her own skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She let out a small moan against Harry's lips and felt something stirring beneath her legs which she gently rotated her hips against, suddenly incredibly turned on and flushed with a fervent need for release.
"Stand up," Harry commanded, clearly experiencing a similar desire, and Ginny did as she was told, not entirely sure that her legs would hold her weight in her breathless state. She felt Harry reach up and unbutton her shorts, and in no time at all they had been removed from her body, along with her underwear, and she was completely naked from the waist down.
Harry's hands reached around to the tops of her thighs and he pulled her towards him so that the apex of her parted legs lined up with his face. He tilted his head back, and in one swift motion his mouth was upon her and his tongue was among her folds. To Ginny it felt almost obscene, and she loved it.
"Oh, Merlin's beard," she said, closing her eyes and arching her head back in pleasure as she reached out to hold on to one of the lower tree branches for support as Harry's tongue continued working between her legs.
"Just a bit higher, more near my clit," she said breathlessly to Harry, and he quickly responded to the feedback. Ginny moaned loudly as he found the sweetest spot, the tension and tingling increasing throughout her body the more he continued. After a few minutes could no longer tell what was her own moisture and what was from Harry's mouth, but she was wet, and she was exceedingly glad that he was still gripping onto her thighs as she didn't think she could stand without the support.
"I want to come, Harry," Ginny said desperately between the moans and groans, no longer able to deny herself the release.
"Mmmhmm," Harry said into her folds, the vibrations along his tongue enough to tip Ginny just over the edge into oblivion. She swayed and bucked against his face with each flicker of orgasm, one hand gripping onto Harry's hair and one still firmly on the tree branch.
Once the spasms had passed Ginny slid breathlessly down Harry's body, then lay down on the floor next to him, "I literally can't stand up anymore," she said, closing her eyes, "that was something else, Harry."
Her legs were still parted as if she was presenting her glistening folds to him. As she basked in her own post-orgasmic glory she was vaguely aware of movement beside her, and could hear small pants and moans that were coming from Harry. She opened her eyes just in time to see that he was looking at her body, specifically between her legs, whilst working his own hand up and down his rigid shaft. She propped herself up on her elbows just as he exploded, scattering his seed on the orchard floor.
"I would have done that for you!" Ginny said, concerned she hadn't been pulling her weight.
"I know, but you looked so good and I just couldn't wait," Harry replied sheepishly.
Ginny rolled her eyes then sat up and pulled Harry's face towards her to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips this time, rather than sherbet lemons.
"I'm going to miss you," she whispered as she pressed her forehead against his.
"I'm going to miss you too."
