A/N This one was trickier for me. I knew what I wanted them to do in my head, but they had other ideas going on. I hope you enjoy, I'll definitely be following this one up.
Harry sat in a booth with the other year 3 Aurors. It was Saturday night and they had just finished a week-long training camp abroad. He suggested they head out for some drinks, choosing The Red Phoenix bar because it was a Harpies match day and he knew they would appear at some point. It was one of their favourite haunts for post-match drinks. Generally he and Ginny tried to subtly suggest particular places to their workmates and friends to ensure their paths crossed on evenings.
He was only vaguely listening to the conversation going on around him.
"Do you think they'll come tonight then?" One of the others asked and then he heard somebody reply to him.
"Yeah they will, Harry has a sixth sense for the location of the Harpies drinking spots." Clearly, he wasn't as subtle as he thought Harry mused. Still, he didn't particularly care tonight. It has been almost three weeks since he'd seen Ginny due to their clashing schedules.
A moment later he glanced at the door as they arrived. They piled through to the bar laughing, clearly high on winning their match. He forced himself to look away for a few moments. Distracted he tried to rejoin the conversation, but it was no use. He sought out the red hair, willing her to turn round. When she did he raised his glass and she smiled. That smile made his stomach flip over, and he swore softly under his breath.
"Drinks lads?" He stood gesturing to the bar. Lee nodded and moved with him to get the round in. As they approached some of the girls called out to them. The young Auror team were popular and they often spent their downtime drinking here. Harry sought out Ginny who was watching him carefully. She raised her eyebrows and then pointedly put her glass down.
"Ladies room," he heard her say to her teammates and then she sauntered off. Harry took that to be her sign and tapped Lee on the shoulder.
"Can you grab this round Lee, I'll be back in a second." He turned and casually headed to the toilets. He moved down the stairs and ducked into the stock room that he knew would be open. Harry waved his wand vaguely behind him locking and silencing the door.
"I was beginning to think you guys weren't coming tonight?" He asked her.
"They took forever! After I got your message that you were home I was keen to get going. But you know how it is, they have to do pre-drinks and games before we leave." Ginny stepped closer and Harry admired her in the weird glow of the dim light.
"I missed you." He said simply, reaching out to touch her waist. He pulled on her and she stepped forward.
"Yeah?" Ginny took a shaky breath. She let her fingers trail down the arm of his robes. Harry took a shaky breath of his own and then leant in to kiss her. She was all fire and light Ginny. The kiss stretched on and he felt his insides burn with need. He moved to deepen the kiss a hand in her hair and the other gripped her hip tightly. Ginny moaned and ground her hips against him. Harry paused and pulled back.
"How long do you have to stay?" He asked desperately.
"Ages yet, Gwenog expects all the firsts to stay late," Ginny answered and captured his lips again. Harry could taste wine on her lips as his tongue slid out to taste her. She shifted pushing him back against the door, pressing herself up against him. Harry felt himself harden in response. He groaned this time, running his hand over her breasts and squeezing each. Ginny eagerly pressed them into his hands. After a moment Harry knew he wouldn't be able to stop if he carried on. He reluctantly pushed her back.
"Just let me know when you are leaving Gin. We can go to mine?" He ran his hand through his hair, straightened his robes and unsealed the door. "Don't make me wait long though, I want to peel that dress off you." He winked and left, heading back for the bar.
Three hours later and Harry seriously thought Ginny was toying with him. He watched her dance, mesmerised by the sway of her hips and the way she laughed, grabbing her teammates hands as they moved along to the beat.
"See something you like there Harry?" Lee smiled and nodded in her direction.
"Ginny? Oh, she's just an old school friend. Ron and the twin's sister." Harry turned away, cross that he's been caught staring.
"Oh I remember," Lee said, smirking. "Do they know you guys have a thing?" He asked.
Harry coughed on his drink. "A thing? Oh no, no thing. Just friends." Lee laughed and shoved him
"oh c'mon, and the rest Harry. Must be some benefits to being friends with a Harpy," Lee laughed again.
"Honestly, we are friends," Harry protested, unsure why it irked him that Lee had guessed their little arrangement.
"I'm sure you are, I'm just saying don't think the others haven't noticed we drink in all of their favourite bars and that you two leave close together every time, or the look on your face if another guy approaches her."
"Yeah well, can't a guy be protective of his friend's sister?" Harry took a drink and slammed it down with more force than he meant to.
"Oh sure, Harry sure, you're just not supposed to fuck her afterwards." Lee raised his eyebrows at Harry's face. "I won't tell them, clearly you guys are grown adults. Just don't hurt her eh? The twins are pretty inventive with their revenge."
"Yeah well, it's casual," Harry said bitterly, "no feelings involved." He put his glass down again and shrugged his outer robes on. He clapped Lee on the back and made his excuses.
As he headed towards the door he skirted the edge of the dancefloor looking to catch Ginny's eye. He lounged against a wall by the door, waiting for her to pass by him again. He used the time to admire her dress again, he really needed to get her on her own he thought. As Ginny passed he nodded and left through the door. He apparated just outside, reappearing at the door to his flat.
Harry let himself in, and absentmindedly cleared away some of the mess. He sealed the floo as he walked past the fireplace. He made sure his bed was made and then returned back to the kitchen to pour another drink. As he came to sit on the sofa he heard the soft pop of apparition from outside and grinned to himself. He crossed the room quickly and opened the door, ready to grab Ginny.
"Ron!" He yelled rather louder than intended.
"Hi Harry, can I come in?" Ron was already peering around his shoulder. "Good, you are on your own." Ron pushed past him and headed through to the kitchen. Panicked Harry looked down the corridor and felt a small bubble of anxiety that Ginny had not arrived, but was likely to any moment. He reluctantly shut the door and turned to face his best friend.
"Errrrr is there something I can help you with at 1 in the morning Ron?"Harry asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
"Yes, Hermione is driving me insane," Ron gesticulated wildly to the room and Harry realised Ron was more worse for wear than he was. "She said, I talk without thinking and that I STILL have the emotional range of a teaspoon and that just isn't true," Ron paused, a contemplative look on his face. "I mean, I have got to be a ladle at least? Don't you think Harry?"
Harry started, he had been entirely focused on willing the front door to stay shut. "Right, of course, mate definitely a ladle. I would be happy to chat about utensil range, but in the morning yeah, I'm a little busy right now." Harry stepped towards Ron, placed a hand on his shoulder and steered him back towards the door.
"There's nobody here Harry," Ron stated, looking puzzled. Harry continued to propel him towards the door.
"Yeah but I am still busy," Harry answered, evading the implied question.
"Are you expecting somebody?" Ron asked eagerly, Hermione and Ron were always interested to know if he had a girl. Harry frowned, shaking his head at Ron. He leant past him, opened the door and froze on the spot.
"Ginny!" Ron cried, "Excellent, you can help me too," Ron grabbed her hands and pulled her into Harry's flat. Harry stared dumbly at the scene unfolding in front of him, he did not know what to do next. He closed the door, took a breath and spun, ready to explain himself to Ron.
To his surprise though, Ron was already animatedly discussing his issues with Ginny, who was staring straight back at Harry's panicked face. She winked at him and Harry thought he might just die on the spot.
"Ron, why don't I help you home to Hermione and you can chat it over with her?" Ginny touched her brother on the shoulder, ready once again to steer him in the direction of the door.
"I think I'll go home to mums," mumbled Ron, "Can you take me?"
"I'll take you home Ron," soothed Ginny as she pushed him gently on the back. Ron walked towards the door, and then stopped suddenly just in front of it.
"Hang on, what are you doing at Harry's anyway?" he asked suspiciously. Harry stepped forward,
"Look, Ron —,"
"What Harry means to say, Ron, is that he sent me a message to help out when you arrived, isn't that right Harry?" Ginny lied smoothly and looked up at Harry, face a picture of innocence.
"Errrr right, yeah, that's what I did." Harry shoved his hands in his pockets and attempted to not look shifty.
Ginny opened the door, and before Ron could protest further she pushed him out, "Night Harry," she called brightly, and then turning Ron away from Harry she whispered at him, "wait for me," quietly.
As Ginny linked arms with Ron and spun on the spot Harry blew out a long breath. That was a close call he thought. He headed back into his flat, grabbing another drink and settled in to wait for Ginny's return.
Sometime later Harry woke to the feeling of Ginny tapping him gently on the chest.
"Hey," he said softly, "What time is it?"
"After 2," Ginny replied, she sank down onto the sofa next to him and folded her legs under her, angling her body to face Harry. She idly played with his collar as she spoke. "Ron decided as soon as we arrived at the burrow that he needed to see Hermione, and then when we got there she was drunk too," she chuckled, "I've hardly ever seen her drunk really. I had to sort them both out a bit before I felt confident leaving them."
Harry hummed in amusement and pulled her in closer. "I'm glad you decided to head over here still though."
"Well, it's been three weeks Harry, I didn't want to wait again, you know we both have to be at The Burrow tomorrow and who knows if we will manage to sneak off there at a reasonable time or not. Mum makes it so difficult, I swear if she —" Ginny was cut off as Harry leaned over and kissed her.
They kissed for a few moments, and then Ginny slid over him, straddling his legs. Harry groaned and ran his hands up her thighs, skirting around the edge of her lace-edged pants and then sliding back down her thighs again. Ginny sighed in appreciation and ground her hips down onto him.
Harry deepened the kiss, drawing one hand up her back into her hair. Ginny followed his lead, running her hands up into his hair too, she used it to pull his head back and then kissed down his neck. As she did so she moved one hand to pull impatiently at his shirt. They broke apart and Harry pulled his shirt off, then pushed her gently to her feet.
"I meant what I said earlier, I want to peel this off," he reached for her shoulder, pulling the edge of the dress down. He spun her around, undoing the buttons at the back and letting the dress pool at her feet. He felt himself harden as he realised she didn't have a bra on. Harry raised a hand and trailed a finger down her back. Ginny shivered in response. He reached for her hips and he pulled her back against his, grinding himself against her.
Ginny giggled, "do you like my underwear choice tonight?" Harry growled a little in response and sweeping her hair to one side he nipped at her neck, whilst his hands came up to her breasts.
"Yes, Gin, I like it very much indeed." He replied in a low tone. Harry turned her around and pulled on her hands, sitting once again on the sofa.
"Oh no you don't," Ginny smirked, "Lose the trousers Potter,"
Harry, who secretly enjoyed when she took control, removed them hurriedly and Ginny sank back down onto his crotch. He kissed along her collarbone, down her front and then pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Ginny gasped and leant into his touch.
That's the moment they both heard the tell-tale pop of apparition at Harry's door.
A/N Sorry! Hopefully they will have better luck next time! Reviews always appreciated.