A/N: Every so often, I write a chapter that does pretty much everything I want it to. This was one of those times. :) Special thanks to the GInny Lovers Discord for reading bits and pieces and helping me with a very useful discussion about positions. I hope it reads true for you guys.

The pub had gotten considerably louder and more crowded since Ginny had left; it seemed as if many more people had been entering from the front door than had been Apparating to the back. It took Ginny a minute to locate Fred and George and Katie and Angelina sitting at a table near the front. They all seemed to be having a good time, and as Ginny watched, Fred leaned in to say some thing to Katie, and by the way she looked at him and touched his arm in response, Ginny was certain that relationship would soon be back on track.

Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight and Ginny made a mental note to figure out whose flat they had gone to before she and Harry made their plans for later. As affectionately drunk as Ron had been towards his girlfriend, Ginny wouldn't be surprised if they didn't make it as far as Ron's bedroom before getting busy, and she really didn't want to happen upon them in any sort of state of undress later on. Various members of the Arrows were scattered about, chatting up fans; Ginny saw one witch talking enthusiastically to Adam Ramsey and she wondered if the woman had been successful yet in getting the Chaser to sign her chest.

"I uhh, guess we should split up for a while? Can you sit with the twins?" Harry's eyes were darting around the pub. They stopped again on Ginny. "Or maybe no one will think it odd if we both joined my teammates? Or maybe Fred and George?" He sounded hopeful and Ginny bit back a smile.

"We could probably sit with Fred and George, without anyone thinking about it. You know, since you and Katie are both professional Quidditch players." Ginny looked across the pub again and reconsidered. "But the four of them look rather cozy, don't you think?" Indeed, Fred was now nuzzling Katie's neck and George and Angelina were practically snogging.

"Not there," said Harry quickly. He looked around. "I thought Ron and Hermione were coming."

"They were here earlier. By the way my brother was acting, I very much suspect they're naked on a sofa somewhere."

Harry grimaced. "That could make things rather awkward later. I might, uhh, have to bunk with Dam or something."

"Or something," Ginny agreed, shivering. She looked around again. "Where is Dam anyway?" Ginny knew she should probably be separating from Harry, probably sucking it up and going to sit with her brothers while Harry hung out with his teammates, but she couldn't bring herself to move away. The most she could do was force her voice to stay casual as she looked around the bar.

"Look for the biggest crowd and he'll probably be at the center of it," said Harry. "Maybe . . ."

"Are you ready for our special? Half price for the next hour!" The young server appeared out of nowhere, brandishing her tray of dancing red drinks in Ginny's face. "Or for your friend? I knew you were waiting for someone, and looks like you found him."

"I wasn't waiting for him," said Ginny quickly. "He came with his team." She looked at the tray. "I think I'll stick with wine again." If she was going to be sitting with Harry, she needed to keep her wits around her.

"And I'll have an ale," said Harry. He peered at the glasses. "What's in that anyway?"

"Oh, a little of this and a little of that," laughed the server. She leaned in conspiratorially. "It eases tension, which it looks like the two of you have plenty of!" She waved the tray again. "Maybe just one? Your friend over there seems to be enjoying himself." She nodded her head across the pub. A group of dancers parted and Ginny could see Dam, laughing uproariously at something, a red drink in his hand. Ginny shook her head firmly. "Just wine for me, please. And an ale." The server shrugged. "Pick them up at the bar," she said and turned away. Ginny looked at Harry, who was studiously studying the room as if looking for someone.

"We're probably being paranoid," Ginny said. Harry turned to her and gave her a sheepish smile. "Yeah," he agreed. He looked around before heading to the end of the bar where their drinks waited. "No one seems to be missing us."

"And we're friends," added Ginny. "Why shouldn't we be able to talk to each other, in a pub?"

"Exactly," nodded Harry. "Friends should be able to talk to each other wherever they want, without anyone getting suspicious." He lowered his voice. "Suspicious that one of those friends just fingered the other out in the alley."

A bolt of desire coursed through Ginny, pooling low in her belly. She stared at Harry, rather shocked at his brazenness. She lowered her voice to match his. "Or suspicious that those friends are trying to figure out how long they have to stay here, before they can finish what they started."

Harry started to respond, but a push from behind almost knocked him off balance. He fell into Ginny, who recognized immediately that he'd not at all recovered from his arousal outside. She grinned wickedly and thrust against him before helping him steady himself. Another arm shot out, and suddenly Dam was there, grinning drunkenly at both of them. He'd apparently been the source of the shove.

"Sorry Potter," he said. "Didn't see . . . whatever it was I tripped on." He nudged Ginny. "I'm better on a broom, have you seen me fly a broom?"

Ginny laughed. "I have, Dam. You're very skilled on a broom. Now we just have to work on walking across floors."

Dam threw back his head and laughed. "Good one, Weasley, I've always thought you were funnier than I am." He looked around. "But let's grab that table over there before I trip again." He nodded to a booth with a 'Reserved for Arrows' sign on it. Dam grabbed Ginny's hand and tugged. "Come on, Potter, you too," he said.

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"Right behind you," said Harry. He picked up his and Ginny's drinks and dropped some money on the bar before following Dam and Ginny through the crowd. He knew he should probably be looking anywhere else besides Ginny's dress-covered bum, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. No one else knows she's not wearing knickers. The thought was tantalizing. He wanted to get back to Ginny's knicker-absent bits as quickly as possible, wanted to get his own bits uncovered as well. And then they could . . .

Harry forced his thoughts away from what he and Ginny would hopefully be doing before long. Yes, he was still wearing his traveling cloak, but the pub was warm and he'd be expected to take it off soon. He waved at Kipling Cross, who had a sloppy smile on his face as he talked to two identically dressed wizards, and finally arrived at the Arrows booth. Ginny and Dam were sitting across from each other, and Harry hesitated only a second before quickly pulling off his cloak and sliding in beside Ginny. He arranged the cloak across his lap and heard Ginny give a little snort of laughter. She knew exactly what his problem was, and that made Harry even more aroused. He pushed the wine glass across the table. "Here," he said, picking up his ale and draining half of it. The warmth spread through his body and he felt himself regain a modicum of control.

Ginny leaned forward and put her chin in her hand as she gazed at Dam. "Was there a good crowd there tonight?" she asked. Harry looked at her, confused. Ginny had listened to the game, she knew the size of the crowd. A moment later, he bit back a yelp. From Dam's perspective, Ginny was wholly engrossed in asking him about how the Quidditch match had gone. At least, Harry assumed that was why Ginny had twisted her body the way she had. To Dam, it must seem as if Ginny's second hand, the one not currently cupping her chin, was sitting in her lap and not actually under the cloak, cupping Harry's erection. He didn't dare look at her but couldn't help but shuffle a bit. Ginny gripped tighter.

"How many fans do you usually get at an away game?" she asked.

Dam waved expansively. "More than any other team in the league," he said proudly. "'Cept maybe the Harpies. They have a regular fan club, follows 'em around. Bigger than ours because theirs is the only one that's mostly blokes."

"They can't be as persistent as your fans, though," said Ginny. She sat up a bit to take a sip of her drink while her other hand crawled towards Harry's zipper. "Do you . . . ahem," she suddenly coughed. Simultaneously, Harry felt her open his zipper and slip her hand inside.

Harry was forced to fake a coughing fit of his own. Ginny ran her hand up his penis, tickled the end, and removed her hand, leaving him unzipped. She picked up her glass and calmly took a sip of wine before turning to him. "Are you all right, Harry? Do you need a pat on the back?" Ginny held up the hand that had moments before been stroking him.

Harry wanted to give up right then, gossip be damned. He and Ginny were obviously much more than a casual snog, or even a casual shag, so what did it matter if everyone found out now or in a month?

The pop of a flashbulb and excited scream of a fanwitch across the pub brought Harry back to his senses. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he didn't want Ginny's family to learn the news by reading it in the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. He took another drink of ale. And he didn't want to give up the alone time he and Ginny both wanted either. They were having enough time avoiding interruptions as it was; he could only imagine their difficulties once everyone else knew what was going on. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Ginny with a friendly smile. "I think I'm okay now, but thanks," he said.

Ginny smiled cheekily. "I'm glad to hear it," she said. Her eyes twinkled, and Harry wondered what else she had planned for him. And could no one else really tell?

Apparently not. Across the table, Dam was holding his glass up to his face, seemingly fascinated by the dregs of swirling fiery liquid left inside. "Where have I seen this before?" he asked.

"Maybe in the last, how many, three or four you drank?" asked Ginny. There was no bite to her words. Dam nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's it. I drank some before." He drained his cup and smacked his lips. "That's good."

"It looks kind of like the liquid in a Pensive," said Harry thoughtfully. "Except for the color."

Ginny stared at him as if she'd just remembered something. "I thought so too," she said. "The way it dances around but doesn't spill." Harry saw her glance quickly at Dam, who was still looking with fascination at his now empty glass. "That reminds me, I don't think Kane and Robards agree about what memories to ask us for. You and me, I mean. Or how to ask. And I don't think Robards and Camilla think that Kane is going about it in the right way with me . . . and you. Us." She wrinkled her nose. "I'm not making any sense, am I?" She cocked her head at Harry. "What kind of memories did Kane want to get from you? Or was there something else he wanted you to do?"

Harry shook head, trying to follow Ginny's train of thought. It didn't help that she'd slid closer to him to grab her wine, and now her thigh was pressed up against his. Her barely clothed thigh, which led to her completely unclothed . . . Focus Potter, he counseled himself. He shook his head, trying to remember what Ginny had said. "Kane?" he asked. He shook his head again and tried to think, but Ginny's proximity and the ale was making his brain sluggish. "I didn't really work with Kane."

"But he said. . ." Ginny began. Then she glanced at Dam. "It can wait," she said instead. She leaned across the table. "Congratulations on your win, Dam."

Dam looked up and grinned. "It was a good win," he said. "We played well. Potter here was a machine, finding the Snitch so quickly." He looked at his glass again. "Do you think you can do that refilling spell?" He gave them an apologetic look. "I'm not that good at magic, you know. All those complicated words to remember."

Harry looked quickly at Ginny. Yes, the two of them had talked about Dam's weakness at magic, and Dam had admitted as much to Harry, but the Keeper usually tried to mask the fact from everyone else. He must have been more drunk than Harry realized. He picked up Dam's empty glass and sniffed at it.

"Sorry mate, I don't think I can," he said. "I don't know the original ingredients. "I'm sure the server will be back soon though."

Dam nodded. "That makes sense," he said. "You always make sense. Both of you." He turned his gaze to Ginny. "I'm glad we have an Auror in the building. Cause I'm not good at magic. Especially defensive spells." He chuckled. "But I'm good at defense in Quidditch, aren't I? Best Keeper in the league, right?"

Harry frowned. One admission about his magic was okay, but he'd never heard Dam be so open before. Next to him, Ginny pushed her wine away and casually did the same to Harry's ale. She leaned forward.

"So, you learned your magic at home? That must have been fascinating." Ginny's voice was light and almost flirty, and if Harry hadn't been trying to figure out what was going on, he might have laughed. Instead, he stayed very still, not wanting to interrupt whatever Ginny was trying to learn.

Dam nodded. "My parents were simple people," he said. "They'd been taught at home, and it was enough. They were older when I was finally born, and were certainly happy to have me around. When my Hogwarts letter came, we burned it and went out to play Quidditch." He looked at Harry's ale. "Are you going to drink that?"

Harry picked up his wand. "It's almost empty; let me see if I can refill it first. And Ginny's." Quickly, he said the spell and watched with some relief as both of their glasses refilled. "There you go," he said carefully. "Pure ale and pure wine. I couldn't have done the spell otherwise."

Next to him, Ginny nodded imperceptibly and picked up her wine again. "Good to know," she said, taking a sip. Then she turned back to Dam. "You and your parents are close, then?"

Dam nodded. "They were so proud of me, joining the Arrows. Quidditch is all my dad ever put stock in, you know." He frowned. "But times were easier then, weren't they? I don't remember much about the bad years; I don't think any of us were skilled enough in magic to attract attention of the Ministry. We're pure blood, and that's all they really cared about. But how many times have I almost gotten in trouble for not knowing how to protect myself?" Dam shook his head. "I'm glad you both live near me, that's for sure. I need the protection." His gloomy face brightened suddenly. "About time!" he said.

The server was suddenly leaning over their table, a freshly made batch of specials levitating in front of her. "How many would you like, hon? Maybe share with your friends this time?" She gestured grandly.

Harry felt Ginny start. She squeezed his thigh tightly for a second and then let go, and Harry knew it was not a sexual advance. "Actually, I think our friend here has had enough," she said brightly. "How many have you had, Dam, three? Four?"

"Four or five," Dam said vaguely. He was watching the floating glasses with avid interest.

"More than enough then," said Ginny firmly. She turned to Dam. "Didn't you say you wanted to talk to Harry about some new defensive moves that incorporated his Seeking skills with yours as Keeper? This would be a great time to do that, don't you think? My mum sent over sticky toffee pudding; we could have a bite together." Harry felt Ginny hand stir against his again. After a second, Dam nodded.

"I did say that," he said. He looked sadly at the server. "I guess another drink will have to wait," he said. He fumbled with his pocket. "How much do I owe?"

"I've got it," said Harry quickly. He threw some money on the table. "I've never repaid you for my hazing night."

The server hadn't spoken at all during the exchange. Harry thought she looked rather sharply at Ginny, who stared frankly back at her. "Thank you for your service," she said sweetly. "It looks like Dam here really enjoyed his drinks, but now it's time we get him home."

Lips tightened, the server nodded. "Next time, then," she said, before abruptly banishing the drinks and turning away.

Ginny's voice was low in Harry's ear. "Can you take him Side-Along? Out the back, if possible. I want to check on my brothers, see what they're drinking. I'll meet you at home."

Harry nodded. "I can't tell if he's drunk or if he's . . ."

"Shhh," hissed Ginny. "I know. Let's get him to his flat." She looked around. "No one seems to have noticed anything."

"I don't see anyone holding a special anymore," said Harry. He watched as Dam lurched to his feet.

"I'm not surprised," muttered Ginny. "Good thing the table is near the back door, isn't it?" She reached out and almost touched Harry's arm in goodbye before pulling back. Maybe it seemed like no one had noticed them sitting together, but she could have missed someone watching. Harry gave her a small smile before directing Dam to the back door. Harry stopped to say something to a couple of his teammates, gesturing to Dam, who played his part by standing next to Harry, unusually quiet and docile.

Ginny turned away and walked over to Fred and George's table. They were both drinking Firewhiskey, she noted with relief. And Katie and Angelina had ale. She made small talk with them for what felt like far too long before pleading a headache and leaving through the front door.

Harry was waiting for her outside, at their building's private Apparation point. Dam was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

Harry looked concerned. "I wanted you to help get him through the wards in case he can't say the password. I'm not sure what that drink did to him."

"That potion, you mean," said Ginny grimly. "Let's get on either side of him. Hopefully he can say the word 'Quidditch' well enough to get inside.

Harry said a quick spell to lighten how much Dam weighed and together, he and Ginny walked Dam through the wards. He was still able to speak enough to get inside, and walked into the lift and down the hallway, but no matter how many times Harry and Ginny asked and encouraged and prodded, he was completely unable to raise his wand high enough to unlock the door to his flat. Harry made his own attempt, using Dam's wand and trying to impersonate the locking spell Dam had mumbled. The lock rattled more loudly for him, but still the door stayed shut.

"Bill did too good of a job this time," he said. He sighed and looked at Ginny. "My flat, I guess." Dam's legs suddenly gave way. "But I'll need some help."

Together, he and Ginny levitated Dam down the hall and onto the sofa in Harry's flat. Ginny covered him with a blanket and then they both stood, watching him sleep.

"Should I get a bucket?" asked Harry with a grimace. The thought of Dam vomiting all over his flat was enough to make him want to redouble his efforts to take the man home.

Ginny shook her head. "I don't think he's as much drunk as . . . doused," she said.

"With some sort of truth potion," said Harry bluntly. "He'd never have told us so much otherwise."

Ginny nodded. "Our server was in disguise," she said. "She's the temporary potions master for the Aurors. Transfiguration job wasn't bad, but she had the same color nail polish as . . . Sascha, I think her name was."

"Are you sure?" asked Harry. "Why would she be working at the pub, do you think?" It was disconcerting, not to have recognized the possible threat, even there was no reason he should have. He had no doubt Ginny was right though.

"I'm sure it was her," said Ginny. "I've seen her twice now and both times her hands looked the same as tonight. And there was something about her personality that felt familiar; as if she was trying too hard to hide who she really was." She looked at Harry. "She wanted us to drink the potion."

Harry nodded. "I know. But why? What would she have to gain by having you and I confess how we feel to each other?" He looked at her seriously. "We already know how we feel, don't we?" His voice sounded unexpectedly vulnerable.

"We do," agreed Ginny. "Although there'll always be more to share." She ran her hand down his cheek. "I want to get to know you even better and I want you to know me." She gave a small smirk. "Just not in a public bar." Harry put his arms around her then and Ginny leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. He played idly with her hair and she made a soft sound of contentment that made Harry's agitation dissipate. These were the moments he wanted, that he had waited for all these years. That the waiting hadn't been in vain still amazed him sometimes.

Ginny huffed to herself; Harry wasn't surprised that she was still thinking about the pub even as she kissed along his jaw; he was too. 'Auror brain' he thought of it.

"There has to be something more to Sascha and her reasons for the potion, but I can't figure out what it is," she said, sounding frustrated. "Is it related to her work for the Aurors or something completely separate?" Dam shuffled on the sofa before Harry could answer and Ginny walked over to him and straightened his blanket until he quieted again.

She looked at Harry and frowned. "Ron had one of those drinks. He was going on about how much he loved Hermione. Luckily he stopped at one." She looked down at Dam's sleeping form and then at Harry. "How many did he say he'd had?"

"Four or five, I think. What exactly do you think it was? He was definitely more open than I've ever heard him, but wasn't exactly confessing facts. He couldn't tell me exactly how many drinks he had. He was more giving us opinions or something. Or emotions. Is there a potion that could do that? I didn't . . . didn't really use potions with the Aurors. I don't think."

He thought Ginny's gave him an odd look before she nodded. "We've just been learning about them. Hmmm. Not Veritaserum, that one requires more specific questioning. Dam was telling us more about . . . some of his private thoughts, it seemed." She sighed. "If anyone else at the bar had that special, there's going to be a lot of sloppy confessions for a while."

"Maybe," said Harry slowly. He was trying to remember exactly what Dam had told them; unfortunately, his recollections were blurred by the concurrent memory of the feel of Ginny's hand, opening his zipper. That reminded him, and he looked down. "Ooops," he said, zipping himself up.

Ginny snorted. "I'm sorry about that," she said. "I wanted to return the favor." She frowned. "I didn't realize at the time . . ."

"Neither did I," said Harry. "How could we? But it was impressive how quickly you caught on that the drink was not right, and considered that our own could have been tampered with too. I'm not sure I would have."

Ginny shrugged. "You recognized that Dam was acting unusually," she said. "And checked our drinks. That was brilliant." She sighed. "I'm not sure what we do now. If Sascha is working with Robards or Kane, I can't exactly go to them. Although somehow, I suspect it's only Kane. He's the one who seems much more interested in the truth potions." She looked at Harry. "Now I see what you mean, when you said you're sure Dam isn't Dark. Robards is more concerned about children who aren't getting taught enough, not that they're being taught evil. I can see how Dam could get himself in trouble, unable to protect himself."

"Well now he has you," chuckled Harry. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to figure out why something Ginny had said was bothering him. She noticed.

"What is it?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "There's something I meant to tell you, something about the truth potions, I think. It keeps slipping away though." He shrugged. Maybe if I give up thinking about it I'll remember again."

"Maybe," said Ginny slowly. "Is it about Kane?"

Harry shook his head. "No, not him," he said instantly. It's something else." He looked at Dam. "Is he going to be all right?"

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Ginny nodded at Harry. She was beginning to have a theory about Harry and his departure from the Aurors, but she didn't want to delve into it just then. It was still just a half-formed thought, and she needed to talk to Hermione first, at a minimum. Instead, she looked around the flat and grabbed Ron's copy of the Auror's potions book off the table where he'd apparently been reading it. Flipping to a dog-earred page, she read rapidly before relaxing.

"I don't know exactly what was in that potion, but it seems to fall under the category of emotional admissions, she said. "Dam told us things that were specific to the way he interacted with us, did you notice? My questions were simple catalysts." She read some more. "He'll sleep for hours," she said. But should wake up feeling okay, maybe just a little headache. And no real memory of what he said."

Harry looked down at Dam's sleeping form. "So we can just leave him here?" He looked around and his voice took on a more suggestive tone. "And Ron and Hermione are at . . ."

"Hermione's flat," said Ginny. She swallowed, catching onto Harry's train of thought. The situation at the bar was concerning, but not imminently dangerous, and there was really nothing they could do at the moment. Her brain was most definitely focused elsewhere anyway. When Harry stepped closer and put his hand on her back, she didn't try to hold back her shiver of anticipation. She leaned into him and he wrapped his arm more firmly around her waist.

"Let's go now, before any of your teammates decide to come home early," she said.

"I'm glad you live so close," said Harry.

But it wasn't until they were actually in her flat, and she and Harry had both added wards to the door and windows (many more than they'd ever need), that Ginny let the soft thrum of anticipation she'd felt ever since Harry had touched her in the alley blossom into something more. And clearly, Harry felt it too. She'd no sooner set the final ward at her window than he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His erection found her bum immediately, and Ginny leaned into the pressure while Harry pushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her. He was breathing hard already, and Ginny felt him thrust against her backside. She turned around.

"We had foreplay in the alley," she said. "Can we just get in bed?"

Harry laughed out loud. "Afraid we'll be interrupted again before I get you to climax?" he said.

"Possibly," Ginny allowed. She dropped her hand down between them and unzipped Harry's trousers again. "I'm also just really randy."

Harry swallowed hard. "Me too," he said. "When you did that in the pub it was all I could do not to suggest we lock ourselves in the men's loo."

Ginny smirked. "Maybe one day we'll be ready to fool around in a loo, Potter. Right now, I just want the bed." She grabbed his hand and tugged him in that direction. He followed willingly, working at his belt with the hand she wasn't holding. She squeezed his hand. "Why don't you let me do that?" Harry immediately stopped what he was doing immediately and dropped his hands to his sides.

"As long as I get you to come first," he said.

Harry was good to his word. He let Ginny undo his trousers and pushe mthe down with his pants until he could step out of both, and then lifted his hands agreeably so she could pull his shirt over his head. He watched her, penis sticking straight out, while she examined him in the dim light.

"I could see you better that other morning, with the sunbeam on you," Ginny said. "But I like the way you look standing up." She reached out and stroked him and Harry groaned.

"Just because you can see how ready I am doesn't mean you have to take care of me first," he said. He gave her a shy smile. "There are things I want to try on you anyway. Things I think I'm going to enjoy too."

Ginny swallowed. "What kind of things," she asked thickly.

Harry was busily working to get Ginny as naked as he was. "You'll have to wait and see," he said cheekily. He'd already unbuttoned her robes and Ginny shrugged them off. "It's so easy when you don't bother with underthings," he said happily, eyes roving up and down. "But nothing you don't want," he said hastily, looking her in the eye. "I didn't mean that you'd have to go along with . . . what I have planned. You can say no."

"I know I can," said Ginny. She'd been doing quite a bit of thinking over the past week. She wasn't nervous. If anything, the idea of being with Harry was almost too comfortable and appealing, considering it had been barely a month since Harry's original confession, and less time than that since she'd reciprocated her feelings. Shouldn't they take it slowly before jumping into bed?

The problem was, Ginny didn't exactly want to take things slowly.

She regarded Harry, who was still standing quietly, waiting for her. While she didn't know exactly what Harry had planned, she could more or less guess that it included being nearly as intimate as two people could be with each other, without him actually being inside her. In some ways, it even felt more intimate. They were both already naked, quite alone, and about to climb together into bed. Whether or not they lost their virginity tonight didn't really change anything between them, regardless of what Witch Weekly might say. Things had already changed. But she wasn't quite sure how to say it to Harry.

So instead, she stepped closer until his erection skimmed her belly. He reached down to adjust himself and moved until they were so close there was no space between them at all.

Desire welled up inside of Ginny. It took all her patience not to grab Harry again and stroke him until he groaned, or, better yet, to drop to her knees and pleasure him that way. Still, she couldn't stop herself from running her hands up and down Harry's back, pausing at his bum to push him against her before moving her hands up again.

"I like to make you feel good," she said. She rose on her tiptoes so she could kiss Harry's shoulder.

He shivered and then grabbed her wrists. "Oh no you don't," he said. "If you don't stop that and let me take care of you, I might have to put my trousers back on."

Ginny laughed. "I'd like to see you try, in your current state." Still, she stopped trying to kiss and touch Harry everywhere she could and waited while he considered her critically.

"There's plenty I could do standing up," he said. "But not tonight." With a wicked look, he suddenly scooped Ginny up and carried her over to her bed.

Ginny was acutely aware of every place her skin touched Harry's. Her hip pressed against the muscles of his stomach and one of his hands brushed against her breast. She laid her head on his neck and breathed in his scent, still mostly the soap her mum made but now mixed with a bit of ale and also something woodsier.

He dropped her gently on the bed and then climbed up after her, kneeling in the space between her legs. "I kind of want to do a lot of things at once," he admitted. "I can't figure out what to try first."

Ginny grinned and stroked down Harry's penis, which hovered tantalizingly over her belly. "It's not a bad problem to have," she pointed out. She stroked again. "For example, if I sat up just a little bit, like this," – she demonstrated – "I could take you in my mouth, and I'd definitely enjoy that. But if I stay leaning back against the pillows, I could touch you, and see your face at the same time." Again, Ginny demonstrated, and watched with satisfaction at the way Harry closed his eyes when he shivered. "Both of those things arouse me," she concluded. She took her hands off Harry and waited until he opened his eyes again. He was already struggling for control, she could tell. He swallowed.

"Those are both good things," he managed. "But you first." He lowered himself down to lie on top of her, his face almost equal to hers. "You can make your choices about me later."

Harry propped himself up on his elbows. Instead of leaning in for a kiss as Ginny expected, he watched her for a long minute, a small smile playing on his face. Ginny could feel him pulsing lower down, against her stomach, but his top half was perfectly still, save for the soft puffs of breath she felt when he breathed out.

"You're really beautiful," he said finally, and Ginny had the impression he'd been building up the confidence to say so.

"I'm so happy to be here with you," she said as a thank you. "And not just because "I think you're extremely sexy," she added. "That's just kind of an extra perk."

Any thought she had that returning Harry's compliment might seem patronizing or gratuitous dissipated when he smiled shyly at her. "You do?" he asked, the pleasure in his voice was obvious.

"Come on, Harry, you must know how attractive you are," Ginny teased. "How many covers of Witch Weekly have you been on?"

Harry lowered himself down off his elbows and rolled onto his side next to Ginny. "Well that's just it," he said, snuggling close against her and hitching a leg over hers. "They want to sell magazines. The Arrows want people to come to their games. I killed Voldemort, so it's easy to market me as strong and yet sensitive." He sighed. "Half our fans think they're in love with me just because of what they've read, or how I look in my uniform." He tucked a lock of Ginny's hair behind her ear. "I hope that your opinions are based on a foundation that's a bit more . . .solid."

Ginny didn't make the obvious joke, about what else was solid right now.

"My Fifth Year, when I played on the Gryffindor team," she said after a moment. "Some of the girls I knew were always going on about how 'hot' you were and how lucky I was to get to see you in the changing room. Stuff like that."

"And what did you say to them?" asked Harry. He was tracing circles on her stomach and for a second, Ginny lost her train of thought.

"That umm, that I . . . " she gave him a sheepish smile. "That I thought you were kind of a prat," she admitted. "Because at the time, I did."

Harry barked out a laugh. "That's brilliant," he gasped, shuffling himself until he was back on top of her again. Ginny felt his penis nestle comfortably into the dip of her thigh. "I'm so glad you thought that."

Ginny laughed too, and watched in satisfaction as Harry's eyes went a bit unfocused for a moment as her body vibrated against his. "I didn't really revise my opinion until I'd gotten to know you this year. Then it more or less hit me like a Bludger."

"When you came to our training," Harry remembered. He began skimming himself up and down Ginny's body.

Ginny put her hands on Harry's hips to move him where she wanted him to be; he complied amiably, lowering himself at her direction so that she could feel every part of him brush over her skin. "That was a good day," she agreed. "I went home that night and . . . well, confirmed that I was physically attracted to you as much as I thought I was.

Harry froze for a second and shuddered, before continuing his journey up and down Ginny's body. When his face was opposite hers, he bent down to kiss up her neck and across her jaw before finally meeting her lips. "I'm glad you finally caught up with me," he said. "I'd been thinking about how physically attracted to you I was since I was fifteen."

Ginny laughed again, purposely bouncing against Harry a bit harder than needed just to hear the sounds he made in response. She held him in place when he began kissing her, and for several long minutes, that was all they did. Ginny ran her hands up and down Harry's back, tickled his waist, moved to his neck. Harry was kissing her back intently, but at the same time was thrusting against her lower down. Ever so often, his penis would brush against her curls or skim over some more sensitive bit of flesh until Ginny was tingling all over from his unconscious movements.

Harry suddenly broke contact and began moving lower, a look of concentration on his face as he slowly explored her. This time, Ginny didn't try to stop him, even when he bypassed her breasts and gently pushed apart her thighs before settling there. He kissed her gently on the inside of one leg, and then the other before looking up at her. "Is this okay?"

"I would have stopped you if it wasn't," said Ginny.

Harry going down on her had figured in more than a few of Ginny's fantasies over the last month. Still, when he paused for a moment and looked there, running one finger and then another up and down her folds, Ginny wondered a bit at the fact she wasn't at all embarrassed. When he touched a particularly sensitive spot and she moaned, the look of concentration on Harry's face was joined by something close to wonder

"Hand. . . or mouth?" she heard him mutter. "Or both?" He slipped a finger inside of her and tentatively touched her with his tongue in the general vicinity of her clit and Ginny's hips bucked. He looked up at her. "Do you think I could use both?"

"If you don't try I'm going to hex you," gasped Ginny. "Keep doing whatever you're doing."

Harry chuckled to himself and then lowered his head again. "I should try a levitation charm," he said almost conversationally, in between the soft touches of his tongue and more purposeful movements with his fingers. "I wouldn't have to prop myself up and could use both hands."

"Next time," said Ginny. She arched her back and couldn't help but push herself against Harry's mouth. "More with your tongue. Please."

Her begging seemed to spur something on in Harry. Suddenly the pressure on her clit and the pressure of his fingers increased. His tongue moved faster, first in and out and then back to the sensitive spot that made Ginny scream with pleasure. Harry was sucking on her in a way that was better than anything she had imagined when she came, digging her heels into the bed while waves of enjoyment washed over her and Harry's movements eased until he was again giving her light kisses on the inside of Ginny's thighs. He moved up to rest his head on her stomach and she idly played with his hair while her breath slowed.

"That was . . . I'm not sure I have the words," she said. "It's so much better than when I do it myself."

"It definitely is," agreed Harry. He sounded alert and eager, and Ginny could feel how hard he still was. And she was still tingling, her hips rising and falling against the feeling of Harry thrusting against her leg.

With a fluid motion, Ginny sat up and pushed Harry over onto his back. "Good thing witches aren't like blokes," she said. She straddled him and then lay down flush on top, much the way he had. "I'm not ready to roll over and go to sleep." She reached down and took him in hand, tickling his penis across her lower stomach.

"It would serve me right if you did," said Harry in a strained voice. He put his hands on Ginny's hips. "But I can promise, it's not going to take that much effort. Going down on you was fucking amazing." He thrust up into Ginny's hand.

"Well then, I'm just going to have to see how long I can get you to last," she teased. She moved up to kiss him and he pulled back.

"Do you mind?" he asked. "That I just . . . you know."

"I don't mind," said Ginny. She leaned over and kissed him and found that although he tasted a bit odd, it really didn't matter. She propped herself up. "I'll expect you to kiss me after I take care of you that way though," she teased.

"Anything," promised Harry.

Ginny reached down between them again and began teasing herself with the tip of Harry's penis. He hissed. "Ginny . . . that's . . . damn," he said. He reached up a hand to cup Ginny's chin, tilting her head until she could look him in the eye. "You know we don't have to . . . do everything," he said. "You could just touch me, and it would be plenty."

"I know," said Ginny. She stopped moving for a second. "Is that what you want? For me to just . . touch you? Or use my mouth?" She rubbed him against her clit and tensed up, feeling her arousal building again. "Because that's fine," she said. "But . . . in that case, you might have to take care of me again afterwards." Without consciously thinking about it, she lowered herself just the barest bit onto Harry and then pulled back again.

"Oh Merlin," Harry groaned. "Do that again."

Ginny grinned. "As you wish," she said. She lowered herself down and then up. Harry was barely entering her at all, but coming off her first orgasm, the feeling was intense. She paused for a second, locking eyes with Harry. His were wide, watching her. She could feel him trembling, and she realized it was both arousal and the effort of waiting for her. She knew if she suddenly moved lower and took him in her mouth, he wouldn't be disappointed at all. He'd lose control and swear an oath of pleasure as he finished, and then he'd rally his last bit of energy to bring her to climax again too. She was still for another moment, and then knew she was sure.

"I want you inside of me. I want us to get there together," she said. She leaned forward to give Harry a kiss. He deepened it immediately, as if kissing was they only thing on his mind, and Ginny let herself get lost in it. And then, slowly, lowered herself onto Harry. This time, she didn't stop, even when it stung a little, and then some more, and then when she felt stretched in every direction. She wiggled, trying to get more comfortable, and kept focusing on the feel of Harry's lips and the way his hands traveled up and down her back. After a minute the worst of the discomfort passed and Ginny pulled away from the kiss and looked at Harry.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. He moved his hands to her waist and Ginny knew he was probably aching to thrust.

"A little bit," she said honestly. "But it's getting better." She put her hands on his chest and lifted herself up about halfway before dropping back down. Harry groaned. "Do that again," he said. "Please."

It reminded Ginny of when she'd asked him to work more on her with his tongue, and even though there was still a little pain, her desire to bring Harry pleasure was greater. She moved up again and then down, and then again, faster. Each time, the discomfort lessened, and when Harry suddenly gripped her hips more tightly to hold her in place, the pain was nearly gone.

Harry's eyes were shut but he unerringly found her clit and pressed on it with his thumb, thrusting himself so high that Ginny's knees came off the bed.

"I'm close," he gasped, and his thumb moved in a circle on her. "Are you?"

"Stop thinking of me," Ginny commanded. "Let yourself go." She moved her hand down to cover Harry's. "I'll get there."

Harry's hand fell away as he thrust harder, his rhythm erratic. Ginny did her best to match him, and was surprised when the feeling of him deep inside starting bringing her back to her own peak. She moved her hand faster.

Harry got there first, crying out her name as he finished and then shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Ginny watched his face, and as soon as he opened his eyes, Harry clasped her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her without even bothering to pull out first. He began kissing every part of face.

"That was . . . like you said before, I'm not sure I have words." His voice was more languid and relaxed than Ginny had ever heard. He ran his hand down her back. "Did it hurt very much the entire time?"

Ginny shook her head against his chest. "Mostly at the beginning," she said. "By the time you climaxed it was feeling pretty good for me too."

"Oh, but you didn't . . ." Harry tried to sit up, reaching down towards Ginny's waist. She pushed him back down.

"It's okay, Harry. I don't need another orgasm this second." She smirked. "Just at some point later tonight." She swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Actually, I need the loo anyway."

Harry laughed. "Later then."

They made love a second time that night and Ginny was pleased to inform Harry that it didn't hurt at all and moreover, she liked having orgasms during sex as much as she did when he used his mouth. The night was inky black when Harry reluctantly pulled his clothes back on in preparation to return to his flat.

"Hopefully Dam hasn't moved," he said, kissing her gently by the door. "Go for a run tomorrow?"

"I'd like that," Ginny said. "And then I'd like some other sort of exercise too, if we can figure out where we can have a private workout."

Harry grinned. "I'll build a house somewhere if that's what it takes to get you alone," he said.

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Ginny closed the door behind Harry and leaned against it, grinning to herself. She was perfectly sated, for probably the first time in her life; even her tiredness felt right. Her bed – the bed still rumpled from their lovemaking – sat invitingly, waiting for her to sleep. It was still going to smell like Harry – like them both, she knew. An enormous yawn split her face. Not even bothering with pajamas, she walked across her flat.

A frantic banging startled her. She whirled around, cursing the fact that she was naked, and that her wand was still on her bedside table. In that frozen moment, Harry's voice traveled through the air.

"Ginny, open up, quickly."

Despite her certainty at Harry's voice, Ginny forced herself not to fling open her door. Instead, she grabbed her wand and her robe and didn't approach her door again until both were in their proper place.

"Harry?" she hissed through the lock.

"Open up!" he said back. "We forgot something. Before. When we . . . made love."

That was proof enough for Ginny, and she opened the door to find Harry standing there, still looking disheveled in his trousers and shirt, a look very close to panic on his face. Without waiting for her word, he pushed into her flat and shut the door.

Ginny felt an icy pit of fear in her stomach. She shouldn't have ignored her suspicions about the pub, should have figured out someone to tell right away.

"Who's hurt?" she asked. "Is it the potion? Is Dam okay?

Harry shook his head at her, confused. "No, nothing like that. And Dam's fine. Still asleep for now, thank Merlin. We have to figure out a way to get him out of my flat without him . . . damn." He ran his hand through his hair. "Did you say he won't remember what happened in the pub?"

Ginny nodded slowly. She had no idea what was going on, but it didn't seem like anyone was in danger. She wrapped her robe more tightly around herself and lowered her wand. "I did the contraceptive charm," she said. "While you were in the loo. I didn't forget it."

Harry shook his head. "It's not that," he said. "And actually, I did too." Now he looked more embarrassed than panicked. "Ginny, I'm so sorry. I'll try to figure out a way to keep you out of this, I promise." He sank onto her sofa and looked at her beseechingly.

Ginny sat beside him and took his hand. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together," she said firmly.

Harry grimaced. "I'm not sure you're going to feel that way when you hear what it is," he said. "We forgot about the poster."