A/N: I had not written smut in four years before this so I apologize if I got a bit rusty. This is PWP, don't like don't read.

Harry rushed home to his girlfriend, soon to be fiance, hopefully. As soon as he opened the door, his heart skipped a beat as he saw her safe and sound on the couch. She stood up and he closed the space between them, picking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her intensely, one of his hands in her hair. His mouth to her jawline and then to her neck, to kiss that sensitive spot.

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked, slightly out of breath. Harry hummed in confirmation. Harry walked them to their bedroom. He put Ginny softly down on the bed, not moving from his position as he continued to make his way down to her exposed collarbone.

"They had plans to go after the Order members and you …" Harry trailed off but he did not need to explain further, she understood. She pulled him up, holding her head between her hands. He softly locked eyes with her. Her hands moved down and pulled at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He moved to slowly open the buttons of her blouse one by one, his fingers tracing over her skin and his lips following.

"Harry…" Ginny let out impatiently, making him grin. She unclasped her bra by herself but left him the pleasure of taking it off her. His thumb grazed over her breast, flicking the nipple. His lips found her mouth again. His hands travelled down and undid her trousers. His hand went into her panties and rubbed her clit. Ginny moaned and Harry pulled away from her to watch her reaction to what he was doing. She bit her lip as her grip tightened in Harry's hair.

Harry stopped what he was doing and pulled her pants off completely, taking care to leave kisses the whole way down. He started to unbuckle his belt when Ginny's hands came up to guide him to lie down on his back. He always loved it when she took charge and he needed it especially today. Perhaps she knew. She pulled his pants off, his member springing free. She came up to it and gave it a few licks before putting it into her mouth. Harry's hands were in her hair.

"I need you," Harry told her before another moan escaped his throat. She looked up with him with a mischievous look.

"Gin…" Harry almost begged. She moved, swinging her leg over him and positioning herself just barely above his cock. Her hands landed on his chest. She loved teasing him a little like that.

"Yes, Harry?" she spoke. His hands found her waist but she would not move before she decided it was time.

"Please," he now begged. She finally gave in. She took his member into one of her hands and guided it inside of her. She could feel Harry's fingers digging into the skin of her hips. She waited for a few minutes before she started moving, quickly finding her rhythm.

Harry sat up to kiss her as she continued moving and one of his hands travelled down to find her clit again.

No words were spoken as they lost themselves in each other, only moans and grunts.

"Fuck Harry, I am going to-" she stopped mid-sentence in favour of a moan.

"Yes, love, come on," Harry said in a husky voice. It was enough to push Ginny over the edge. Her walls tightened around him and he came too, moaning loudly. Her movements slowed and she rested her forehead against his chest as she caught her breath. His arms softly wrapped around her and pulled her against him.

"How was your day?" he asked when he had a chance to catch his breath. Ginny lifted her head to look at him, smiling.

"Better now," she simply replied.