A/N

This is my first Harry and Ginny one shot – inspired by some NSFW Hinny art where Harry is topless with Ginny in his arms. Thanks to the Ginny Lovers, those babes gave me confidence to write this.

Harry Potter was in trouble. He leant back against the kitchen counter and blew out his cheeks. Harry stared at the door through which Ginny Weasley had just left. Sighing he scrubbed the back of his neck, working out a knot and then turned to make coffee. When Ron's little sister had taken up the offer of renting his spare room Ron had failed to mention she was absolutely banging hot. Harry smiled to himself, well he wouldn't have, would he? Not something blokes generally share about their little sisters.

Ginny was little in stature but there was nothing little about her personality. Harry knew he had met his match in Ginny Wesley. She held him round for round last week drinking and had been smug in the morning whilst he was hungover. As he poured his coffee he examined his feelings for her. He knew she was attractive, and athletic, the sight of her in her quidditch workout gear set his heart racing every morning. But he also knew he enjoyed her company, they had spent evenings on the sofa chatting, afternoons cooking in the kitchen and occasionally a Sunday morning run together too. He wasn't used to feeling like he wanted to spend time with a girl, they almost always were after his money or his fame and whilst they were fun at the time he never wanted to take things serious with any of them. Ginny Weasley though, he thought, Ginny Weasley had a hold over him.

He took his coffee through to his room, setting it down he wandered through to his en-suite and turned on the shower, stripping then stepping into the steam. As he let the hot water pound over his back he decided on his plan. He would pursue Ginny Weasley and hope his best mate didn't kill him in the process. With that decided he leant back letting the water run down his chest as he took a firm hold of himself, letting his mind fill with images of red hair and tight workout gear.

Ginny leant back against the door to her flat that she had just left. Her brain was working overtime, she was sure she had just seen a flicker of emotion cross Harry's face. The trouble was she couldn't quite work out what it was. If she let herself believe in fantasy then she was sure it was longing. Shaking her head to clear it she gave herself a quick pep talk. Harry Potter was not just longing for you. He's your flatmate! And he's way, way out of your league.

She sighed, knocked her head against the door and briefly thought about going back in then huffed crossly at herself and then strode off suddenly. She had practice and she did not have time for ridiculously hot Aurors messing up her early morning training routine.

Three weeks later and Harry was sure Ginny was holding out on purpose. He really thought that being topless this morning would have cinched it. His tracksuit was slung low over his hips and his sneaky early press-ups had his abs standing out. He once again found himself staring at the door she had just scarpered through. He growled in frustration, his ego rapidly deflating.

Ginny was an enigma he couldn't crack, even making her his best pasta carbonara last night and offering to rub her shoulders hadn't budged her. Harry crossed his arms and frowned, he was sure he had seen desire flit across her face when their fingers had brushed passing the dish and he had certainly felt a jolt of heat to his groin.

All of a sudden the door reopened and Ginny was standing in the doorway again. A faint breeze stirred her skirt and she fixed him with a hard look.

"Are you going to be in this state every morning?" She asked and gestured vaguely in his direction.

"What state Gin?" Harry smirked

"Oh you know, this," she blushed "topless Harry, do you have to be topless?"

"What? I just got out of bed!" Harry casually uncrossed his arms, leaning back against the counter again, he crossed his feet and looked her dead in the eyes. "See something you like Weasley?"

Ginny stepped through the doorway, slamming the door behind her, for a moment she didn't move and Harry held his breath. Then she crossed the room quicker than he thought possible, she threw her arms around his neck and Harry didn't stop to think anymore he just leant in and kissed her.

She responded instantly and he moved to deepen the kiss. His heart felt that it would jump out of his chest and he growled in appreciation of her form pressed up against him. Ginny pressed desperately into him and Harry wrapped his arms around her back lifting her up off her feet. Their lips met hungrily, pressing hard and then they parted, Harry smiled and inwardly he whooped and cheered.

"I'll take it that's a yes then?" He asked cheekily.

Ginny swatted his arm and rolled her eyes. "Oh come here," and looping a finger through his waistband she pulled him closer.

This time Harry was sure of the desire which blazed across her face. He leant towards her again, tracing his fingers over her lips. "I love these lips, I've wanted to kiss them for the longest time." Harry murmured in her ear, he felt her heartbeat quicken. Taking another chance he leant closer, placing hot kisses along her neckline down to her collarbone. He pulled back, lifting her large jumper up at the hem, gently touching the smooth skin under there.

"Can I?" Harry gestured to her jumper and Ginny nodded carefully.

"I'd like that," she shifted so he could pull it over her head. Harry pulled it off her and then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. He dropped his hand lower fingering the bra strap and staring in wonder at her body.

"Merlin, Gin you are beautiful, stunningly beautiful."

Ginny blushed again and in response pressed herself against his bare chest again. Where their skin met Harry felt sparks run all over his body and he instantly hardened, straining against his trousers. He lifted her up, hands under her thighs and spun around placing her on the counter. Ginny crossed her legs behind him and pulled him closer into her.

Harry reached around behind, gently fingering her lace bra and undid the clasp, sliding her bra down over her arms and throwing it behind him. He immediately bent his head and kissed her breasts. Tending to each one, he kissed her small freckles and then pulled a nipple into his mouth. Ginny gasped and threw her head back, pushing her breasts into his face. Harry hummed happily and suckled on the other nipple. When they were both erect and pink he kissed his way back up her neck, appreciating every small moan she made as he trailed his lips across her smooth creamy skin.

"Harry," Ginny moaned his name and Harry growled in response. He pushed himself closer so he ground up against her. Ginny placed a hand on his bare chest, he stopped, pulling back to look at her, a questioning look in his eyes.

"Alright, Weasley?"

"What are we doing Harry?" Ginny asked, breathless but maintaining a little distance between them.

"I...ummm, do you need me to explain it?" Harry ran a hand through his hair, feeling a little awkward.

"No, I just meant, what is this, us? Are we doing this?" Ginny looked up at him, eyes full of questions. "I don't want to be another number Harry, I like you. Like you, like you." Ginny blushed and looked down.

"Gin," Harry gently kissed her forehead. "You'll never just be a number for me, I've wanted this since you moved in, I like you, like you too." His cheeks pinked too and then he leant towards her trying to recapture the mood, brushing his lips gently against hers in question.

Ginny kissed him back in response, her hand sliding back up his chest round his neck and into his hair. After a moment he lifted her again, carrying her through to his room. He placed her gently onto his bed, she shuffled back onto the pillows and he crawled up after her. When he reached her skirt he slid his hands up her thighs again, squeezing her bum. He then trailed them along her waistband, and slowly slid her skirt down her legs. He smiled at her dark blue lace pants which contrasted against her skin.

He sat back a little, in admiration and breathed out slowly. Ginny reached up and pulled him down to her. One hand caressed his neck and wound into his hair, the other ran down his back. Harry couldn't help himself, pressing his rock hard erection into her centre, Ginny bucked her hips in response and then her hands were at his waist.

"Is the floo closed?" She asked whilst undoing his trousers. Harry pulled his wand from his pocket, flicking it in the direction of the sitting room.

"It is now, and the door, no interruptions," He shimmied his trackies down, and lay next to Ginny. He gently touched the waistband of her pants, "Can I?" Ginny nodded and kissed him.

He let his fingers stray into her pants, and stifled a groan when he felt her warm folds, wet and waiting for him. He ran his fingers over her clit, and kissed her when she moaned in response. Ginny reached over, her hands in his boxers, gripping him tightly. They shifted and Ginny pulled his boxers down, freeing him and then Harry moved in between her legs. Their eyes met and in silent agreement and Harry slid into her.

"Fuck," Harry groaned at the feeling of her wrapped completely around him. Ginny smiled as Harry swore, and then she moved and he gasped, pleasure and desire flickered across his face and he thrust up into her.

Harry stilled a moment, and Ginny smirked, "You alright there Potter?" She giggled as Harry nodded.

"Merlin, Ginny, don't do that, I need a second." Harry blew out a slow breath and then thrust into her again, he leant down to kiss her breasts, sucking each on each alternately until they were raised pink mounds. Ginny pushed on Harry's shoulder and he leant back.

"Let me on top," Ginny gasped and kissed him hurriedly, biting down on his bottom lip. Harry leant back and Ginny climbed on top.

She ground herself down on him and leaned her head back, her long red hair swinging over her shoulder. Harry reached up, caressing her nipples, and then slid his hand between them. Ginny responded, grinding herself against his hand whilst he was still deep inside of her.

Harry lent up, traced his fingers over her hard nipples and leant in to kiss her breasts again. Ginny continued to ride up and down on him, gasping when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He removed his hand and kissed her hard.

"Gin, this is amazing," he murmured as he kissed along her jawline. Ginny pushed him back down on the bed, as she continued to grind hard against him. She leant forward, grasped the headboard and this time Harry gasped at the increased pressure. Her boobs bounced attractively in front of his face; he inhaled her scent coming off her body in waves. Feeling almost drunk he ran a hand down her side, once again sliding it between them.

"Right there Harry, keep your hand there," Ginny moaned and she started riding him harder, "Fuck," she growled. Harry felt himself tighten and he repeated to himself in his head as she rose up and down, wait for her, wait for her, he grit his teeth in concentration and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit. Ginny cried out, and as her walls tightened around him he thrust quickly, holding her hips firmly in place. His orgasm rushed over him and he groaned in relief.

Ginny lay on his chest, her hands still in his hair. He brushed her hair aside, kissing her gently on the lips as she stared up at him. He traced a finger down her face, grinning at her.

"Will it be like that every time?" He kissed her again before she could answer.

Ginny chuckled in response, "fuck I hope so," as she moved off him and lay beside him, Harry grabbed his wand again and cast a quick freshening charm. He pulled the covers up over them, up to their waists.

"I haven't finished with these," he smiled at Ginny again and bent his head to kiss around her nipples. Ginny melted into him, sighing in contentment. Harry pulled back and tucked her head into his shoulder, absentmindedly stroking down her arm. Ginny sighed and giggled to herself, turning to kiss his chest she whispered: "I am so glad you were topless this morning."

Harry took in a deep breath of her hair and whispered back "Me too, Ginny, me too. Shall we make it a rule from now on? Naked mornings?" he asked.

"Sounds fabulous, we might want to get dressed if we have guests though," Ginny replied.

"Let's not have guests for a while. I need to get to know more of you," Harry rolled her off him and started to kiss his way down her body.

"Feel free to explore Harry," Ginny let herself sink into the bed further, yes naked mornings were a very good idea she thought.