A/N: I wasn't planning to post just this part - there is actually some real plot coming - but I've got a busy week ahead and I'm not sure when I'll get to the next bit. It's going to take some work to get right and I didn't want to wait another two weeks to post anything. I think this works fine as a light little interlude. Poor Ginny. Also, special thanks to the Ginny Lovers Discord for all their support and encouragement. SUNBEAMS MATTER.

Harry woke up hard. Ginny knew this because she'd been watching his erection grow through the fabric of his boxers while he slept. The morning sunlight had slipped through a crack in her curtains and fallen on her face, waking her at an hour she considered much too early. She'd been about to grab her wand to see if she could bind the fabric together when her gaze had stopped on Harry, and more specifically, on the second place the errant sunbeam had landed. He'd kicked off the quilt she'd given him the night before when he'd asked her for a separate one, explaining, "just so I don't . . . you know."

Ginny wasn't sure exactly what Harry had wanted to avoid, but despite the talking and touching they had done together, and despite the fact she was more than happy Harry had agreed to stay over, a small part of her was relieved when he'd curled up under a separate blanket next to her before closing his eyes.

Only now, that blanket was bunched at his ankles and nearly everything was on display, pushing through the opening in Harry's pants and pointing up at his belly. Maybe that's why he wanted his own? Ginny bit her lip. She really should cover him up, one tug would do it. She even went as far to sit up, with the intention of pulling up the covers, but she couldn't bring herself to look away long enough to just do it.

Harry mumbled in his sleep and his hand swiped down between his legs. Ginny didn't have time to move, didn't have time to even think of an excuse about why she was sitting cross-legged next to him, before he opened his eyes and looked at her.

He gave her a lazy smile, and she couldn't help but smile back, before his expression froze as he became aware of what his body was doing.

"Umm," he mumbled, scrambling for the blanket. Ginny almost helped him, reaching down herself, before she stopped. Should she pretend she hadn't seen it? Obviously she'd seen it.

"Sorry about that." Harry's voice was quiet, but Ginny didn't detect embarrassment. "It's a bloke thing." He shuffled on the bed.

"I know," Ginny responded. "I have all those brothers, you know. They aren't exactly shy about over sharing."

Harry chuckled. "It's not something I grew up talking about in the open, obviously. The first time Fred wandered into the kitchen joking about his 'morning wood' I wanted to crawl under the table."

"You were what, twelve or thirteen? Ron probably wanted to hide under there with you at that age."

Harry yawned and stretched. "Good point," he said. He looked seriously at Ginny. "It's like that nearly every morning. You don't have to . . . I mean, I don't expect . . . he looked at her, still sitting at his waist, and finally blushed.

The knut dropped. "But . . . you wouldn't mind, right?" Ginny asked. She looked away from Harry's face. His arousal was covered now, but Ginny could still see its outline under the blanket, still basking in the light of the sunbeam. Harry shuffled and Ginny watched, rather fascinated, as the lump shuffled too.

"I wouldn't mind, no," said Harry. He shuffled again, and Ginny reached out a hand to cup him. Harry groaned and pushed up against her, and Ginny gripped more tightly.

"Wait," he gasped, and Ginny froze.

"Isn't that what you . . .?" she began. She didn't think she'd misread the situation.

"You first," gasped Harry. He thrust again. "I promised last night – breakfast and orgasm." He made an attempt to sit up.

Ginny pushed on his chest until he was lying against the pillows again. "Something tells me this isn't going to take very long," she said with a smirk. She pulled the blanket down. "And since you just woke up, you won't fall asleep immediately after." She moved her hand back to him. "Isn't that right, Potter?" Remembering what he'd shown her the previous night, she added a second hand.

"That's right . . . Weasley," Harry said thickly. He'd closed his eyes, she noticed, and his back was arched as he pushed against her.

The previous night had been dark, and Ginny had learned her way about Harry's bits mostly by touch. But now, with his eyes closed and the light from the window making it bright, Ginny wanted to see what she was doing. She worked her way to the waistband of his pants and tugged slowly enough that he could stop her if he wanted. Instead, Harry lifted his hips so that she was able to take them completely off.

Considering it was the only penis she'd ever seen, it was really quite lovely, Ginny thought. She moved her hands that way Harry had shown her and was rewarded when he swore again, only this time, he included her name.

"Fuck . . . . Ginny . . . . Wake me up like this every morning," he mumbled, and she felt him pulsing in her hands. "I'm close."

"I know," she said, using more pressure.

Harry came not thirty seconds later and Ginny watched his face the entire time, more than a little proud of herself. It was only when he finally stopped trembling and opened his eyes to smile at her that she realized she was still holding on. She flushed and looked down.

"Why is it still kind of . . . big?" she asked hesitantly.

Harry chuckled as he cleaned them both up. "That's always a good thing to say, you know," he said. "But in this case it's umm . . . well . . . I kind of need to use the loo." He gave a little shrug. "Can you wait?"

"Of course!" Ginny quickly moved aside to give Harry room to slide off the bed. "Are you . . . I mean, should I have let you . . . first?"

Harry picked up his pants, looked at them a minute, and then dropped them back on the bed with a shrug. "Nope, that was perfect," he said. "Orgasm first is preferable, when I wake up that hard at least." He grinned. "Otherwise I'm likely to pee on the ceiling."

Ginny snorted. "I think I've heard my brothers joke about that," she said. "I just never quite understood what they meant."

Harry reached down and kissed her lightly. "I'll be just a minute."

Ginny kissed him back, not even caring that neither of them had brushed their teeth. "Actually, I'll go too, after you're done."

Harry nodded. "And then, orgasm time," he said.

HPHPHP

Harry waited more than a little impatiently for Ginny to emerge from the loo. Granted, she'd only been inside less than a minute, but his sense of wanting to make her come was strong enough that he started feeling a little aroused again himself. He looked down. Don't let yourself get carried away, he lectured sternly. At least, he amended, not until Ginny had gotten there first. It wasn't going to be easy. Harry wondered exactly how long he and Ginny would have to be together before he wasn't in a constant state of near-arousal from just thinking about her. He'd been able to control himself when she was just a hopeful fantasy, but now that his libido was actually getting some relief, it was already getting greedy. He was trying very hard not to think about exactly how long would be proper to wait before he brought up the topic of actual intercourse – if there was a proper time to wait – and considered that maybe he should let Ginny lead the way on that discussion.

But Merlin, he just really wanted to spend some time alone with her. As much as his body wanted the physical release, the rest of him was thinking less about orgasm and more about another of those all-night talks, curled up on her sofa, or a big dinner at the Burrow where everyone already knew and they were as comfortably a couple as Bill and Fleur. Or . . . Quidditch. She didn't have to tell him – Harry knew she missed playing – and he harbored no guilt at the thought of using his current celebrity to give Ginny the opportunity to get back in the air. He'd talk to Dam, maybe make up some story about Ginny needing to keep her skills on a broom sharp for work.

Actually, she probably wouldn't want Harry to get Dam or anyone else involved, he amended. Maybe they'd just go for a fly together for now, and save time with the Arrows for later. He could just . . .

Harry was so involved in his plans to spend time with Ginny that he barely noticed she had finished in the loo until she plopped down on the bed next to him. She was wearing knickers and a big t-shirt, and eyed him with interest.

"Clothes still optional, then?" she asked lightly. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.

"Yes, please," said Harry thickly. He couldn't stop looking, not that he even tried. Ginny's breasts are perfect was such a cliché thing to think but truly, it summed up everything his brain was capable of at the moment. He couldn't know if all breasts were as evenly matched as Ginny's were, or if their darker centers were particularly inviting of touch but he couldn't stop himself from reaching out. He brushed his fingers across one nipple, watching as it puckered underneath his hand.

Ginny shuddered and leaned back onto the pillows. "Do that again," she said. She was watching his hands, and Harry saw her tongue dart out and lick her lips. He adjusted himself, unable to hide, and Ginny's gazed flicked lower.

"Again?" she asked. Her mouth quirked.

"Ignore it," said Harry firmly. He considered covering himself with the quilt but decided that would be silly; he wasn't fifteen. He gave her a sheepish grin. "It's just that, umm, your breasts were one of the first things I umm, thought about. Back then."

"Back when I was a mermaid, you mean." Ginny's voice was carefully nonchalant but Harry could hear the amusement in it.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?" He brushed across the other nipple and watched in satisfaction as it copied the first. Ginny arched her back. "It's okay if you can't answer right now," he said with a smirk. True, he'd only managed to provoke the kind of physical reaction that could be equally accomplished with a cold breeze, but he was proud anyway. He cupped each breast in a hand, trying to memorize the weight and feel of each one, and then dipped his head.

"Just be glad . . . oh Merlin," she said breathlessly. Harry looked up at her, mischief in his eyes, from where he'd just run his tongue across her skin.

"Lost your train of thought then?" he asked. "What should I be glad about? Other than all this of course." He gestured casually around Ginny's bed.

"That my brothers don't know," she said quickly. Her hands were in his hair and Harry was pretty sure she was trying to keep from pushing his head back to her chest. He grinned. "That'd be dangerous for both of us," he agreed. He bent down again. One hand was still cupping Ginny's breast, and as he kissed, Harry let the other drift slowly lower. He was pretty sure she'd be okay with where he was going; he'd promised her an orgasm, after all. Still, he didn't rush, giving her the chance to get used to each new place his hand tickled and the opportunity to stop him if she wished.

She didn't stop him though, and before long, Harry had nearly forgotten about the attention he'd been paying to the area above Ginny waist. He rested his hand lightly on the mound of knicker-covered parts and felt an answering jolt of heat between his own legs.

He had to adjust himself again, and took the moment to consider whether to dip his hand inside Ginny's knickers or just take them completely off.

Ginny decided for him, pushing at them restlessly until they slid down to her hips.

Harry tugged them the rest of the way off. "Impatient, are we?" he asked. He'd propped himself up on his side next to her, staring at the patch of red that had until recently been covered by a scrap of cotton. Ginny's knees were bent and Harry carefully returned his hand to the juncture of her thighs.

Ginny made a contented sound. "I'm losing track of how many times you've climaxed in the past days," she said. "I'm entitled to some impatience."

"Yes ma'am," said Harry cheekily. He contemplated things for a second. He could ask her where to start, of course, and truthfully, he expected to need some help with the details, but wanted to try on his own first. Ginny shifted on the bed and her legs parted a bit. Well okay then. Harry sat up a little more for better access and gave an exploratory swipe with a finger.

"Harry!" Ginny's cry sounded more surprised than Harry expected and he immediately pulled his hand away. "What, did that hurt? I thought I'd barely . . ."

"No," she said frantically, pointed at the end of the bed. "Ron!"

Harry whipped around, grabbing at the blankets and trying to figure out if there was any way to spin the situation, a denial already on his lips. But it wasn't Ron, just his Patronus standing by the footboard. Harry's heart was beating out of his chest but he couldn't help but notice the terrier opening and closing its mouth, but making no sound.

"Do you think something's wrong?" Ginny had sat up and grabbed her wand. Despite her tousled hair and nakedness, she was already all business.

Harry began Accio-ing his pants and the trousers he'd worn the night before. "Not sure," he said tersely. "We need to figure out where he is. He should be with Hermione, shouldn't he?" Already his mind was racing, wondering at the danger of alerting the wrong people by sending a Patronus of his own. There were ways to try to find where Ron was, but they took time and had their own risks as well.

Next to him, Ginny was getting dressed as well, her face tense as she watched the Patronus. "Why can't it speak?" she muttered.

A second later, her question was answered. "S-s-s-tuck," it gasped, Ron's voice sounding breathless and frantic. "Back . . . back lobby. Can't . . . get . . . in." He sounded like he was straining against something heavy.

Ginny's entire body relaxed. "He forgot the bloody password," she said, rolling her eyes. "Assuming he ever got registered with the wards in the first place. Do you remember if he said he'd had, when we were at the Burrow?"

"I wasn't really paying attention to your brother," said Harry dryly. He said the spell to send his Patronus. "But if he didn't, he won't be able to get in, even with the password I just sent, right? We should know in a minute if it worked."

After a minute of silence, unpunctuated by a message from Ron informing them that yes, he'd gotten into the building, Ginny sighed and looked down at the jumper she was holding, then back at the bed.

"I know we should rush right down there, but . . ." She shivered, and Harry could see the need in her eyes. "Damn his timing." She gave Harry a hopeful look. "Unless you remember what Bill said about how to let in a visitor?"

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly on the forehead, trying to ignore his own desire to pull them both back onto the bed. He sighed. "It only works at the front entrance; sounds like Ron's already caught in the ward in the back." He shook his head. "We'd better go down there."

It didn't take them long to release Ron from the ward and get him into the building. Once he'd stopped panicking and stayed still, the ward recognized Harry and Ginny and the same cool female voice gave them directions for freeing Ron and letting him inside. He took several deep breaths before thanking them sheepishly and then sending a Patronus to Bill about getting his voice registered.

"That's bloody uncomfortable," he said, stretching his arms over his head to get the blood flowing again. "Good thing you got my Patronus, Ginny. Who knows how long I would have been stuck there."

"It . . . surprised me," she said weakly. "I was . . . uh . . . I was asleep." She was carefully keeping her distance, Harry noticed. He took another step away and tried to look equally tired.

Ron nodded. "It's early," he agreed. "But Hermione was out of coffee and I knew we had some of that blend she likes in our flat. I was going to try to have some made before she woke up." He stopped suddenly.

"Harry," he said, looking over. "How did you know to send a message with your stag? I sent my Patronus to Ginny. Didn't know if you'd be out for a run or something."

Harry froze. Next to him, he heard Ginny swear but he didn't dare look at her. How could he have been so careless?

"He'd just come to my flat," said Ginny quickly. "We were . . . going to run together."

Ron's forehead wrinkled. "But didn't you say . . .?"

Harry breathed out, seeing the flaw. "But . . . Ginny was still asleep, like she just said," he interrupted. "I . . . uhh, I woke her." He made was he hoped looked like an annoyed grimace. "I had to bang on the door for over a minute before she woke up." He knocked his hip against hers. "Set an alarm next time, okay?"

"But . . ." Ron was looking curiously at Harry. "Why aren't you in your running clothes?"

He heard Ginny swear under her breath again. "I asked him the same thing," she said coolly, looking Ron in the eye. "He told me 'he didn't trust I'd be awake so he didn't bother getting ready first.'" She rolled her eyes and it was so real Harry wondered for a wild moment if he'd actually done something to annoy her.

"Well you weren't were you?" he shot back. "If I hadn't kept knocking and just left you to sleep, I'd have already run a couple of miles by now."

Ginny's mouth quirked and for a moment Harry was distracted by her lips. "And if I'd been ready to go immediately, Ron would still be stuck downstairs, so it looks like it all worked out, didn't it?"

"It worked out for Ron," agreed Harry. He glanced at his friend, who was still rubbing his eyes and taking deep breaths. "But not really for me; I haven't gotten in my run." He lowered his voice. "Did it work out for you?"

He heard Ginny suck in her breath. "Not for me yet, no," she said, equally quietly. She looked at Ron too. "And I'd been hoping for a really . . . intense run." She glanced up at Harry. "Do you think there's still time?" Her tongue darted out for the briefest second. "I don't think it should take too long."

Harry nodded quickly. "Yes, there should still be time for a quick but . . . intense run," he said. "That sounds great, yes. A run." The lift arrived. Ginny gave him a curious look as he sidled in sideways, turned halfway away from Ron. Then she bit back a snort.

"Again?" Harry barely heard the question Ginny breathed out; he was sure Ron couldn't. He shrugged.

"Like I said, I really need to get that run in," he said in his normal voice. He thought quickly. "How long will it take you to get ready? How about if I come to your flat to uhh, stretch, once I'm dressed? And then we can go . . . out for a run."

"Yes, let's stretch," said Ginny immediately. "I have some new ones to show you that I read about. Ones that are good to do before a run." She took a breath and Harry saw a flush climb her cheeks. "How about . . . in my flat so we don't bother Ron?"

"Won't bother me," he said amiably. "I'm just going to grab the coffee and get back to Hermione's." He looked at them both in turn. "Unless you want me to brew you some first?"

"NO." Harry and Ginny spoke in tandem.

Ron shrugged. "Well okay then, I thought you liked my coffee."

"We do," said Ginny quickly. "Just . . . not right before a run."

"I'll leave some with a warming charm on it then," said Ron. "For after."

"That sounds great," said Harry, trying to put conviction in his voice. Truly, he wasn't thinking about much more than how long it would take to change into something that would pass for running clothes and then getting himself back to Ginny's flat to take off those running clothes. "I'm sure we'll be happy for the coffee . . . after." The lift arrived on their floor.

"Harry, there you are!" Dam's voice boomed across the corridor. "Time for a team run, sound good? If we can't be playing, at least we can keep up our training." The Arrows captain was bouncing on his feet, clearly a day without Quidditch was already making him twitchy. His eyes lit up. "You can come too, Ginny," he said. "The blokes all work harder when you're around. What do you say?"

"That sounds . . . lovely," Ginny said. "Harry and I were just talking about going for a run. I'll just, umm, go to my flat to change." She touched Harry lightly on the arm. "I guess I'll have to show you those new stretches another time?"

He nodded firmly. "Another time," he said. "But soon. I don't want to risk pulling a muscle or anything by not warming up properly."

Ginny nodded quickly. "Sounds good, I'd like that." She looked at him a long moment, as if she was about to say something, and then shook her head. "I guess I'll meet you all back here then? In . . . ten minutes?" She shifted on her feet.

Dam snorted. "Make it five; it can't take you that long to get dressed, can it? What do you need ten minutes for?"

Harry saw Ginny flush. "Nothing. I don't . . . I don't need that long." She caught Harry's eye again and he swallowed involuntarily. "I'll be here in two."

Dam nodded. "That's more like it," he said. He smirked. "Better get ready, this is going to be an intense run."

"Intense, yes," said Ginny faintly. "I think . . . I think that will be a good thing."

Harry forced himself to turn towards his own flat. "Meet you here in two," he agreed.