(These are the events that lead up to chapter 7: Getting caught in the act)
It was a stupid bet, really.
They didn't have to go through with it. Only they had to, as Ginny couldn't bear to see the smug looks on Bill, George, Ron and Angelina's faces.
And they almost did. Tomorrow was their wedding, and they managed to hold off on having sex ever since the best last month.
But it was frustrating. Between her games and practice sessions, Harry's Auror work, and the wedding planning, they barely had time to themselves. And her brothers certainly weren't helping. And they wouldn't know even if they had, right?
Now, she and Harry were exchanging heated looks across the dinner table at the Burrow. George and Bill made sure that they weren't sitting together. But they didn't take into account that they could sit across from each other.
Her right foot was slowly creeping up his left leg, and she circled it around his knee. He caught it with his left hand and ran a finger over her sole. Ginny had to suppress a moan, and Harry smirked smugly.
'So that's how he wants to play,' she thought.
She pulled her leg back, but he caught it and placed it on his thigh. Ginny picked up a scone and swirled her tongue around it. Harry immediately got hard. He could hide it from the others, but not from Ginny, and it was her turn to smirk.
They got up from the kitchen table after more than one round of treacle tart. Molly instructed both of them to get some rest while the others finished some last-minute arrangements. In separate rooms.
Harry leaned in to kiss her goodnight, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands on her waist.
"Hey! No kissing in the living room!" Bill teased, carrying a tent in his hands.
Ginny glared at him, but Harry pressed a kiss to her temple, and she turned towards him. Before breaking apart, he trailed a hand down to her arse, and his eyes widened.
She smiled saucily and sauntered up the stairs, turning around only to wink at him.
"Oi!" Ron shouted amusedly.
Harry followed her up the stairs and pondered whether to go into her room or not, but Angelina was keeping an eye on him while decorating the living room. He threw her a dirty look, and she just smirked at him.
But he wasn't an Auror for nothing.
He went to Ron's room and waited for a moment before throwing the invisibility cloak over himself and went down to Ginny's room, casting a notice-me-not charm just in case.
He silently crept into the room where Ginny was looking out of the window. She turned around when she heard the door open, and Harry took off the cloak and, in two strides, they were kissing each other like they were drowning and the other was their only source of oxygen.
"You're not wearing any underwear, are you?" He asked.
She shook her head, and he quickly undid the button on her trousers, the other hand cupping her breast. Not one to be outdone, she undid his trousers, and he plunged a couple of fingers into her, and she moaned.
"Merlin, Ginny, I missed you so much." His lips travelled down her neck, and she wrapped a hand around his cock.
He twisted her clit, and she bit back a scream. Harry's hand stilled as she teased his tip. Her hand left him to take her shirt off, and his mouth feasted on her breasts through her bra, licking and nipping and sucking.
She pinned him to the wall and got down on her knees when the door slammed open.
"Got you!"
"Ahh!" Harry screamed, trying to cover himself.
"Ahhh!" George screamed, this time.
Ginny looked at him murderously as Harry turned around, and George left the room, bats flying out of his nose.
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