A/N: Happy birthday Deadwoodpecker!!!! I tried to be sneaky and get prompt from you and found out your favorite trope, and wrote you a birthday story around it! Love you, darling!

Exclusory

Ginny shut her locker door and grabbed her bag.

"Heading out, Weasley?" Gwenog snagged her before she could escape through the door. Ginny realized she probably should have waited for her captain and Valmai and Cynthia to move away from the door before trying to slip away.

"Yep, I've got plans tonight."

"Man plans," Valmai snickered.

"If I were dating Harry Potter I'd have plans too." Cynthia waggled her eyebrows and Ginny laughed. She was used to this kind of teasing now.

"Be honest with us, Ginny," Valmai grinned, "Is he really better than anyone else in that area?"

Ginny paused, trying to decide how she wanted to answer the question. "Well, to me, yes, because he's the only one I've ever been with."

Her teammates went quiet.

Ginny took a deep breath and kept her back straight.

"Really?" Valmai's mouth was down by her trainers.

"That's so sweet!" Cynthia swooned. "You found your soulmate right away."

Ginny decided she'd much rather focus on Cynthia right now. "We like to think that."

"But, but," Valmai stuttered, "you've never been with anyone else?"

"Like Cynthia said," Ginny hiked her bag higher on her shoulder, "We found each other pretty much first thing."

"But surely he-"

"Nope, it's just the two of us." Ginny silently counted to five to make sure her response wasn't clipped. "But like I said, I've got plans. I'll see you later." She pushed out the door and moved to the Apparition point.

That certainly wasn't the first time someone had been shell shocked, but even after being together for nearly two years post-war, it still got under her skin when someone was so surprised by her and Harry's situation.

It wasn't to say that she hadn't thought about maybe letting it get that far before Harry, but it never felt right with the guys she dated, she never felt ready, and honestly, every poor bloke before Harry was being held to his measuring stick, and none of them could hope to live up to him. But when Harry kissed her after they'd won the Quidditch House Cup, she knew that was it. She didn't want anyone else, ever. If he'd not come back to her after he'd left to destroy Voldemort she would have happily lived the rest of her life alone.

Ginny shook her head as she landed at Harry's flat. They were supposed to have a fun evening together eating dinner and relaxing. She needed to get a grip.

"Gin!" Harry opened the door and pulled her into his arms. Ginny felt some of the aggravation melt in his embrace and she sighed in relief. "Hard day?"

"It wasn't really, at least not until the last minute." She let him pull her into the flat and shut the door behind him.

"What happened on your way out?" Harry frowned.

Ginny buried her head into his chest. "Does it bother anyone you know that we've only been with each other?"

"We both dated people before each other." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Not dated." She looked up and kissed him. "I mean intimately."

"Oh," Harry frowned. "Why are you talking about that?"

"Don't you remember what the locker room was like at Hogwarts?" Ginny laughed. "It's a regular part of the conversation there."

Harry shoved his hand in his hair. "I guess I thought that wouldn't be the case on a pro team?"

"Love, I'd wager it's worse."

Harry took a deep breath and pulled her to the sofa with him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Well, to answer your first question, the only two people I've said anything to are Hermione and your brother, and only because Hermione asked me straight out."

Ginny laughed, "Do I want to know why she asked that question?"

Harry shuddered. "No, you really don't want to know."

Ginny made a mental note to ask Hermione what had happened for her to ask that question. "Alright, well, a few people more than that know, also because they asked straight out, but they're not the type to go blabbering it everywhere, just with the team."

"So," Harry paused, "I probably shouldn't ask questions I might not like the answer to, but I think I need to here. Does it bother you that we've only been with each other?"

"No!" Ginny turned to look at him, his green eyes almost as vulnerable as the first time he told her he loved her. "I kind of love that it's only ever been you."

Harry's whole body relaxed against her and he brought his hand up to cup her face. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I came home in a state," she rested her forehead against his. "It just bothered me that Valmai was so shocked."

Harry nuzzled her nose with his. "You did not come home in a state, and I get it. But if you're happy it's just you and me, and I'm happy it's just you and me, then that's what matters right?"

"When did you become the voice of reason?" Ginny moved closer, almost, but not quite climbing into his lap.

Harry huffed when she stopped short of his lap and moved his hand from her face to grab her hips and pull her into him. "Better."

She giggled as she used her new position to tease him, keeping her lips just out of reach, her body just far enough away. "Are you sure?"

He groaned and gave her hips a tug. "This is still better than you on the other side of the sofa."

"I was not on the other side of the sofa." She moved a fraction closer.

"Might as well have been."

"Harry, could you be any more extra right now?"

"I'm distracting you." He slipped his hand up from her waist, slowly climbing up into her hair.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck to brace herself as she melted into the feel of his hand in her hair. "From what?"

"Exactly." He pulled her down to him and finally brought their lips together. As Harry's lips undid her, his hands were moving, pulling her closer to him, melding them together, creating that blissful state where Ginny wasn't sure where one of them ended and the other began.

It wasn't until Ginny stole Harry's shirt to pull over her head that she remembered what Harry had been distracting her from, and she smiled. He was right, as long as they were happy they'd only ever been with each other, that was what mattered.

And maybe after dinner, they could distract each other again, this time in their bed and not nearly falling off the sofa.