A/N So this one took me a while, and I am still not 100% sure of it but I'm posting it anyway. I'd love to hear what you think!
Sunday at the Burrow was not optional. Everybody attended and Molly Weasley made sure of that. Harry, having been best friends with Ron for so long was a firm fixture in Sunday lunches. The extra bodies hadn't swayed Molly's desire to have full attendance and the table just seemed to magically stretch to accommodate waifs and strays as they appeared.
Harry arrived feeling thoroughly on edge and unsatisfied. With the return of Ron to his flat last night, Ginny had shimmied out the window and not returned to his bed. Instead, he had dealt with a hungover best mate and that was infinitely less attractive than the best mates younger sister.
As he approached the wards he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair and groaning again in frustration. He knew that Ginny would be equally frustrated and that would bring out her competitive streak. He was in for an uncomfortable dinner.
He strode up to the door, knocked and walked through. He was greeted with the smell of Sunday roast and warm arms as Molly enveloped him in a hug. He shrugged it off a little awkwardly, as always trying not to think about what he intended to do with her daughter if he could manage it.
"Harry! So lovely to see you, good training camp?" Molly asked him kindly.
"Yes, not too bad thanks," Harry answered, "long," he added with a grim smile.
"Yes well, they keep you busy, don't they! The others are through the house, Harry. In you go, dear," Molly ushered him out and Harry obliged.
He entered the cosy living room and a quick scan told him the only seat empty was next to Ginny. She planned it this way he thought. He smiled and crossed the room.
"Harry," Ron greeted him sheepishly, "listen, mate about last night –"
"Ron, it's fine, please let's not go back over last night," Harry forced a grin on his face and sat next to Ginny. Slyly he pressed his thigh into hers and she laughed.
"What else happened last night?" She asked innocently.
Harry blushed and shrugged awkwardly, "Oh not much, Ron returned after you took him home. Wanted to explain himself." Harry broke off and looked across the room at Ron who was grinning at him now. Hermione gave Ron a gentle push and frowned at him fondly.
"He felt so bad about it, Harry that he wanted to come back, I didn't realise he would stay over though."
"Well, he was drunk, safer that way so didn't splinch himself,"
They passed the time waiting for dinner chatting, laughing and enjoying the company. Ginny had shifted on the sofa, turning towards Ron and Hermione with her back slightly towards Harry. He had taken the hidden opportunity to gently stroke the small bit of creamy skin on her back. Ginny tried to keep from shifting back into his hand and he enjoyed the sound of her breath catching as he dragged his thumb along the top of her waistband.
He jumped as Molly popped her head around the door and snatched his hand back as if it had been burned. Ginny chuckled under her breath and pressed her thigh closer to his in defiance. She stood, turned back to him and reached out her hand. "Coming Harry?" she asked with mischief in her eyes.
Harry allowed himself to be pulled through to the kitchen and sat next to Ginny, Ron joined him on his other side and immediately began discussing the possibility of a casual quidditch league he wanted to set up at the ministry to get people playing together again.
Harry struggled to hear any of it. Ginny had apparently decided to torture him. She used every opportunity to touch him, small brushes of the arm, leaning across him to reach another dish, a sly pat on the thigh when he relaxed. Harry jumped and felt his breath hitch as she leaned closer.
"Harry you must try this beef, here let me get you a bit," Ginny smiled and paused expectantly. She looked at him through those long lashes and Harry knew he was done for. She wagged the piece of beef on the end of her fork. Harry blushed and quickly ate it, avoiding eye contact with any of the Weasleys.
"Delicious, thanks, Ginny," he angled his chair slightly away from her and carried on eating. Ginny did not let him away with that though. A moment later, she squeezed his thigh and Harry jumped in shock, dropping his cutlery.
He dove under the table, to grab it and in an attempt to best her, he stroked his hand up her calf, trailing his fingers slowly towards her thighs. He stopped just at her inner thigh and reappeared fork in hand.
"Alright there Ginny?" he asked casually.
Ginny's cheeks had turned pink and she nodded turning back to her dinner. Harry smirked in self-satisfaction. He turned to catch Hermione staring at him thoughtfully and he slipped his Auror mask back on.
The evening finished with the usual Sunday board games and as Molly waved her wand to set the dishes cleaning Harry stood and made his excuses. "Sorry everybody, have a report to file still. I'll need to head out," He looked around, clapping Ron on the shoulder and meeting Ginny's eyes for the barest of seconds. She took the hint and stood too.
"I'll walk you out, I have training early," she stated. Hermione quirked an eyebrow in response,
"On a Monday? I thought Monday's you didn't train, just had a team meeting?" she asked skeptically.
"yes, on a Monday, last-minute change of plans I think," Ginny replied, she turned to her mum, "Lovely meal mum, thank you. I'll see you next week," Molly made to fuss and Ginny cut her off with a hug.
They both turned towards the door, Harry opened it for Ginny who breezily walked through, he raised his hand in farewell and they left, not daring to look at anybody.
The kitchen was quiet a moment and then the usual hustle and bustle began again. Hermione smiled to herself, hastily rearranging her features when Ron jabbed her in the side. "Come on, Hermione, we can get the comfy sofa if you shift now,"
Ginny and Harry reached the edge of the wards at the same time and reached over to each other, grasping just their pinkies together as Harry turned on the spot. They landed outside his flat in a tangle of limbs. Harry pushed Ginny against the door of his flat roughly and growled as she leant back exposing her neck to him. He kissed her neck, inhaling her scent and then planted hot wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone. He took in a deep breath letting the flowery smell wash over his senses again.
"I have waited all day to do this," he said as he ran his hands up her sides, sliding them under her top, he ran a finger along the laced edged strap of her bra.
"I know, I've watched you adjust your trousers about a hundred times this afternoon," Ginny replied, her voice husky. Her hand reached forward, rubbing at the bulge in his trousers. Harry moaned softly and pressed his hips into her hand.
Harry grabbed his wand, unlocked the door and took down the wards with a quick flick of the wrist. Ginny fumbled with the handle behind her, falling in the doorway as it opened. Harry laughed, catching her by the waist before she went completely over.
"Thought quidditch players had great reflexes?" He asked her teasingly.
"Only when they aren't bewitched by hot Aurors," she quipped. Ginny reached up around his neck running her hands through his hair. Harry pulled her tighter to him and kissed her again, kicking the door shut behind him. He again raised the wards and locked the floo.
"No interruptions tonight Gin, honestly I can't wait any longer," He ran his hands down her arms and Ginny shivered in response.
Harry took her by the hand, pulled her with him and sat down on the sofa. "I want to see where this was going to go last night," he said as he looked up, a playful smile on his lips. Ginny grinned back and straddled him as she had the night before and began to undo his buttons on his shirt.
"I wish I still had my dress on to let you remove it again," Ginny said with a hint of regret. Harry laughed and pulled his shirt off, moving to lift hers too.
"The excitement is in what's underneath Gin, your gorgeous self," Harry blushed then, internally reminding himself this was a strictly friends with benefits arrangement. Ginny didn't reply but instead snapped her bra off. Harry grinned in pleasure and immediately raised his hands to fondle them, rolling her pink nipples between his fingertips.
"Please Harry," Ginny gasped, and he leant forward taking one into his mouth. Ginny hummed in pleasure and leant backwards. Harry looked up, appreciating her in all beauty, her hair a golden halo surrounding her. Not for the first time, he wished she was properly his. To prevent him from saying something, he once again returned his attention to her breasts. Ginny responded again, gripping his shoulder tightly as she rolled her hips hard against his.
Harry groaned, and then reached to drag his trousers down, Ginny stood for a second to help and then settled back into place. Harry felt her breathlessness as she trailed frantic kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Harry reached in between her legs, dragging her lace pants to one side as he sought her soft folds. He hummed in satisfaction when he felt her ready for him.
"No need, just get inside me," Ginny commanded breathlessly. Harry obeyed. For a moment neither of them moved. This. Harry thought - this is perfection.
Then Ginny lifted her hips and he stopped thinking.
She started slow, rolling her hips, bringing herself almost all the way to his tip and then sinking down again. Harry groaned, grabbed her hips and held her in place for a second.
"Fuck, Gin!" He swore and then moved his hands round to knead her bum. Ginny chuckled lightly and begin riding him again. She leant forwards and Harry brought one of her breasts to his mouth, nipping and sucking until she gasped.
He brought his thumb down between them and began to touch her. Ginny pushed herself onto his hand eagerly. "Merlin, Harry,"
Harry ran his other hand up her spine, and then into her hair. He loved her fiery hair and he sighed in pleasure as he ran his fingers through her long tresses.
Ginny increased her pace, pressing down onto his hand hard. After three weeks apart they were both eager. Moving in time with her Harry tried to hold back, waiting for her to reach her peak. He could feel his orgasm building with every thrust Ginny gave him. His breath came out short, "fuck," he swore again.
Ginny pushed down hard and Harry felt her begin to tighten around him deliciously. He watched as she leant back, eyes closed while her orgasm ripped through her, he grunted in pleasure as she cried out his name. As she finished and leant forwards, her hair swung like a curtain around their faces. She kissed him deeply and Harry responded, lifting her bum slightly he gave a couple of erratic thrusts until he too fell over the edge after her.
Gasping together they kissed, small hot kisses with whispered expletives mixed together. Harry, teased her with his tongue as he brought his arms around her waist. He pulled her in, pressing them tightly together. For a few minutes, they stayed like that. Harry thought it was probably his favourite place in the world.
"Stay with me?" he asked. He spoke into her chest initially, and with a jolt, he realised he was nervous for her answer.
"Tonight?" Ginny asked, she hesitated, and pulled back from him. "We never stay overnight, keeps the secret doesn't it?" She avoided his eyes and leant in to kiss his jaw. Harry let her for a moment and then reached to tip her chin up towards him. He forced himself to look in her deep brown eyes.
"I don't care... stay with me, Gin,"
Ginny stared back, a closed look on her face. Harry leant forwards gently brushing his lips against hers. He felt his heart thrum in pleasure and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Sure... I... I think I'd like that," Ginny blushed. Which Harry found adorable considering what they had just done together. She slid off him and headed to the bathroom. Harry watched her lean against the door and she offered him a shy smile before she slipped inside.
Harry beamed to himself and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He was very much looking forward to Ginny Weasley in his bed all night indeed.