A/N: This is not at all where I intended to end the main part of the chapter, but I'm so busy right now that if I tried to get everything done that I wanted, I wouldn't be able to post for another week. So here you go with a bunch of plot. And after the plot is an outtake I wrote before I even started this chapter. I knew I had to get some plot written and I didn't want to start the chapter with another sexy scene, but I couldn't just let the mention go by. So instead, you get to end with a sexy look into Harry and Ginny's night. Enjoy!
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"Today we start our unit on . . . glad you could join us, Mr. Weasley." Camilla raised her eyebrows and inclined her head at the desk right in front of where she was lecturing. Ginny gave her brother a sympathetic grimace as he slouched quickly into the room and took his seat. He and Hermione had gone straight to her flat after dinner at the Burrow the night before and Ginny couldn't blame them. They'd both rather exhausted themselves trying to help keep her and Harry's secret from the rest of the family, and, as Ron put it, he wanted a couple of hours where he could say whatever he wanted, as loudly as he wanted. Hermione had blushed mightily but hadn't disagreed, slipping out the door of the Burrow with Ron as soon as possible.
Harry, Ginny, and Dam had accompanied the twins back to Harry and Ron's flat, Ginny leaving them at the door and walking down the hallway to her own. Fred and George were still looking rather shell-shocked and Dam wouldn't stop asking questions about how did it all happen and had they shagged at the stadium yet and Ginny felt a little bad about leaving Harry to sort everything out by himself until he gave her a quick peck on the lips before he left.
"Good idea, I think your brothers have hit their limit," he whispered against her hair. "They've never had one of their jokes turn on them like this."
"Watch out for the day they get their bearings again," she mumbled back. "We'll be in for it."
It had taken Harry almost an hour to show up at her flat, wearing a mischievous look on his face he wouldn't explain.
"Fred and George learned an important lesson," was all he would say, and Ginny let it go, there being too many other things she'd rather be doing with Harry than talking about her brothers. Several orgasms later, they'd finally fallen asleep. Harry had woken up early to pack for his next road trip and Ginny had Apparated to work alone.
But she didn't quite realize how her thoughts had wandered until she saw Kane smiling at her from across the room. Ginny hadn't even noticed him slip into the room to listen to the lecture. Face flaming, she turned away from Ron and gave all her attention to Camilla.
". . . investigation techniques," she said. "We've touched on this a bit during our introductory lessons on interrogation, and we'll be circling back to what you've learned already. But now it's time to dig deeper and work on uncovering information that our witnesses or individuals of interest might not be as eager to give up. You will be going out on real investigations for real cases," she said, "nothing contrived for the point of training." Excited murmuring broke out among the trainees. They had just begun learning the details of some of the Aurors' ongoing cases, and there was a good-natured debate about who might be chosen to chase down rumors of a Revenant over in Surrey and who might be stuck ridding the local public school's locker room of a rogue Boggart or two. Ginny twisted in her seat to see if Ron wanted to try to pair up when a shadow crossed her desk.
"Ginny, you'll be going out with me." Camilla stood in front of her wearing the friendly smile Ginny knew meant her public words weren't going to match her real purpose. Across the room, Ginny saw Kane watching them. Gawain Robards was there too, but he was examining a piece of parchment, seemingly unconcerned with the activity in the room. Camilla glanced at Kane briefly before continuing, raising her voice just a bit. "I don't think it's anything more than marketing ploy, but I thought we might check out that special drink from the pub a number of you visited the other night. To make sure they aren't trying to drive up sales by adding anything addicting. It will be a good assignment for you." Camilla smiled again, but Ginny saw right though the excuse. The potion had clearly been something more than a way for the pub to sell more drinks; its honesty-inducing properties could have any number of uses. No one seemed to have revealed anything significant while under its influence, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen next time. She nodded slowly.
"That's a good idea," she said, speaking as clearly as Camilla. "I think the public deserves to know what's actually in their drinks." She smiled. "Before they decide to get completely pissed, of course."
"Of course," nodded Camilla. "We'll pop over to the pub and speak with the owner; it will be a good first step to help identify other individuals who might also have some information."
"No need for that, we've got all the information you need right here!" Kane's voice was loud enough that several nearby trainees stopped looking over their own assignments and listened. Gawain Robards was reading over a piece of parchment, seemingly not paying any attention.
"I don't think so . . . Shep," said Camilla tightly. Ginny saw the man grimace at the use of his nickname; she'd heard he hated it. He directed his next comments in Ginny's direction.
"As Miss Weasley will certainly determine, the frivolities at the pub were just that: a lighthearted way to have a bit of fun. I'm sure she can clear up her questions in a trice and join one of the other trainee groups on their investigation." Kane spoke with the infuriating certainty of someone used to having people agree with him. The unstated implication was that Camilla – and by extension, Ginny – were making a big deal out of something that wasn't really worth the Aurors' time. Ginny wasn't cowed.
"I understand, sir. But I'd like to pursue and investigation anyway. Given that I was there in the pub that night, and saw the effects of the potion, my analysis of the possible danger is slightly differen." Ginny spoke respectfully, but with some force. "And didn't you teach us that one of the most important skills for an Auror to develop is instinct, and the ability to follow it?" She gave Kane a guileless smile, while next to her, Camilla made a small sound of approval.
Kane's lips tightened for a moment but then they relaxed into a smile. "Indeed I did, Miss Weasley. I've always been impressed with your ability to absorb everything you learn and then apply it to your work."
Kane was back to bald flattery. By now Ginny understood how often the man resorted to the trick, and that such statements were usually followed by his attempts to control the situation. This time was no different.
"But still, there's no need to journey all the way to the pub," said Kane, leaning in conspiratorially toward Camilla and Ginny as if he was revealing an important secret. "It so happens that the woman who helped brew the potion is here at the Ministry today. I can set up an interview here; I'm sure she'll tell you everything you need to know. Such as it is, of course." He inclined his head
Ginny was aware of Camilla's start of surprise but carefully did not look at her. For a moment she considered asking Kane outright if he was talking about Sascha Bellows but decided to keep that piece of knowledge to herself for now. She had no doubt that Kane was fully aware that Sascha had disguised herself as a server, but she didn't think the man knew how familiar with the various Bellows sisters Ginny was. Better to play a little clueless for now. She nodded.
"That will be . . . useful, I think," she said. "For a start, at least." Try as she might, Ginny couldn't bring herself to act so dumb that it seemed like she'd completely given up her suspicions. Kane gave her a small nod of concession before turning to Camilla.
"Stalk, why don't you take Johnson and Patil; they're investigating the Daley and Falk cases and could probably use someone experienced along with them. Mrs. Daley got rather hysterical the last time we tried to speak to her."
"That's the situation where dangerous plants are appearing mysteriously in people's gardens?" Ginny had seen an article about it the week prior; a two-year old boy had been playing alongside his mum while she cleared weeds when a strange root had suddenly poked up from the dirt and grabbed him about the leg. His mother managed to shoot a spell to release him, but the child's leg had been badly injured. He was still in St. Mungo's. The incident had been written off as the result of a rogue seedling until a second incident had killed another family's dog in a different village nowhere near the first.
Kane nodded. "I see you've been keeping up with the news, Miss Weasley," he said. "While the culprit could be accidental soil or water contamination, we can't overlook the possibility that someone – or a group of someones – is placing the plants on purpose. Apparently we have a plant specialist – someone young but very good – coming down from Hogwarts to examine the growths. Our trainees are going to start by interviewing him."
Ginny was happy to hear Neville Longbottom was getting involved in the case; she'd yet to meet anyone who knew as much about plants as he did, other than Professor Sprout. But Angelina and Parvati wouldn't need the help of a more senior Auror to speak with him. She glanced at Camilla. Her mouth was set in a tight line and she looked about to say something. Instead, she took a deep breath.
"Good idea," she said stiffly. She touched Ginny on the arm. "I'm sure you'll learn something useful," she said. Unstated was the despite the fact you're with Kane and not me. "You can tell me later over coffee," she said pointedly. "I had some of your brother's special blend the other day and I'll admit that I'm now a bit addicted." She touched Ginny's arm before nodding at Kane and crossing the room to talk to Angelina and Parvati.
Ginny looked over at Robards to see if he'd noticed the exchange between Kane and Stalk. Strictly speaking, the two Aurors were equals, both directly before Robards, and one shouldn't have been able to direct the activities or assignments of the other. But Camilla had stepped aside with almost no protest, a move Ginny suspected was more strategic than subservient. Robards was talking to Copernicus and Lee Jordan and didn't appear to be paying attention to what his immediate subordinates were doing. Before she could think more about it, Kane cleared his throat.
"Are you ready, Miss Weasley? As I said, this shouldn't take long and then you can meet up with one of the other groups. I think Copernicus is going to be investigating some cursed brooms that turned up at one of the Quidditch League's feeder teams practices. That would certainly be of interest to you, wouldn't it?" Kane spoke mildly, but again, Ginny was struck by expectation of agreement in his voice. She took a deep breath. Camilla obviously wanted her to go along with whatever Kane's plan was, and Ginny trusted Camilla. So despite the fact that she knew from Dam that the cursed brooms were the result of a series of pranks between the teams, she nodded and smiled at Kane.
"I'd like that, yes," she said, fully intending to drag out the interview as long as she possibly could.
She caught Ron's eye just before following Kane out the door. He raised his eyebrows and she gave a tiny shrug back; hopefully he'd think to come home with Hermione to his and Harry's flat after wherever he was going for his investigation instead of going to hers.
She walked quickly to keep up with Kane, wondering exactly where Sascha was waiting. In one of the kitchens where the Aurors brewed and tested potions, maybe? But instead, the Auror walked into his own office, one of the few on the floor that boasted a door that actually closed. He left it open after ushering Ginny inside, and Ginny anticipated that Kane wanted anyone walking by to hear and see what was going on. She took a deep breath, preparing to show little emotion when confronted with Sascha, whether in her server disguise or not. It was one of the first lessons from their investigation training: Aurors must always keep their cool and their emotions in check.
But to Ginny's surprise, the office was empty. She looked at Kane in confusion. "Sir? I thought you said the . . . server was here. The one who brewed the potion she served at the pub." Ginny mentally kicked herself for falling for Kane's promise. For a moment, she wondered if Kane somehow knew that she and Harry were together now, and if he was planning to question her about it or pressure her again to ask him to come back to the Aurors. But Kane was waving his hand dismissively.
"She's waiting to talk by Floo," he said, striding over to his fireplace. Ginny heard an odd rushing noise as Kane threw the glittering powder inside and Ginny realized he'd done it to prevent her from hearing the name he yelled into the flames. A moment later, the server's face appeared.
"Hello, umm . . ." Kane began awkwardly, and Ginny stifled a snort. Apparently, for all of his planning, Kane had forgotten to confirm the name Sascha would be using in disguise.
"Sally," said Sascha quickly. "Sally Bel . . . Beletski," she finished weakly, and Ginny bit her lip. Whether the sisters had officially changed their name to Bellows at some point or it was a temporary alias, it was a useful thing for Ginny to know. She quickly revised her plan to reveal that she knew who "Sally" really was as a way to throw her and Kane off guard. Better to play along with whatever they wanted and keep her knowledge to herself. She smiled at the fireplace.
"Ginny Weasley, Auror trainee," she said. "You served me at the pub the other night, the Broken Arms?"
Sally/Sascha nodded slowly. "I think so," she said. "I serve a lot of people, at my job."
"Do you brew a special drink to get people to confess their secrets every night?" Ginny decided there was no use beating around the bush; Sascha would obviously know why Ginny wanted to talk to her and had likely already planned her answers with Kane in advance. Best to hear her story right away and maybe try to get her to slip up later. But Sascha shook her head, looking confused. She glanced quickly at Kane and then away, a move Ginny didn't reveal she'd seen.
"I . . . yes. I mean no," she said, looking at Kane again. "I mean, I just . . ."
"It's okay, Ginny knows you brewed the potion that went into the drink," said Kane jovially. "Although, I'm sure that she could have uncovered that information herself with a few questions. Miss Weasley is one of our top trainees." He leaned in towards the fire. "I didn't see a need to drag things out here."
Ginny couldn't see Kane's expression as he looked at Sascha, but after a second she nodded and her face cleared. "I don't brew it every night, no," she said. "Just when we have a particularly fun group of patrons. You know, the kind who might end up doing something newsworthy if given the right encouragement." Sascha's voice had become more confident as she spoke, and Ginny got the impression that despite whatever had surprised her, she'd found a way to return to whatever story she'd planned to tell. Ginny would have to figure out what that surprise had been later; she sensed Kane was not going to let this interview go on for very long.
"And did anyone do anything newsworthy that night?" It wasn't the question Ginny wanted to ask, but it seemed the most likely to keep the conversation going. Sascha shook her head.
"Unfortunately no," she said. "I mean, there was plenty of sexual bragging, but the Arrows aren't particularly quiet about their exploits anyway. There's no story to be had there." Sascha glanced quickly at Kane, and out of the corner of her eye, Ginny saw him give a tiny nod. Sascha's expression grew more sly. "You were with Harry Potter that night, weren't you? Now there's a story that would have earned me a pretty penny if I'd been able to get him to try my drink." The woman shrugged. "But I wasn't successful, unfortunately."
Ginny stared for a moment. "How would you have earned money if Harry had drunk the potion?" she asked slowly.
Sascha shrugged again. "Why, by selling his confession to the newspaper, of course," she said. "There's a lot of money in personal information about Harry Potter. But you must know that, don't you? You were talking to him half the night."
"Only a couple of minutes," said Ginny firmly. "He's my brother's roommate, you know." She had at least a dozen more questions she wished she could ask, but many of them risked giving away that she and Harry were together. She didn't for a moment believe that the entire purpose of the potion was to create gossip to sell to the paper, but pursuing that line of questioning would reveal that she knew "Sally's" real identity. Cursing to herself that she and Camilla hadn't been able to conduct the interview themselves, Ginny gave Sascha a smile. "Harry's been my brother's best mate for a long time," she said. "I guess I sometimes forget that he's so newsworthy to the rest of the world." She turned to Kane. "You were right, this didn't take very long," she said. "Thank you for setting everything up, but I should probably go try to catch up with one of the other training groups." Ginny hoped Camilla hadn't left yet.
Kane nodded. "Copernicus is waiting for you," he said. "I don't think he knows much about Quidditch, so your experience will be invaluable."
Sighing to herself, Ginny nodded. She was going to have to figure out a way to talk to Camilla some other time. At least Kane couldn't prevent her from going over everything with Ron and Hermione and Harry later. "Good idea, sir," she said. She looked at the Floo. "And thank you . . . Sally," she said with as much sincerity as she could muster. "I'm sorry to take you away from work for these silly questions." Ginny had no idea where Sascha actually was at the moment, but pretending she was at work was the easiest way out for now.
"No trouble at all; it won't be busy here until tonight." Sascha gave her an insincere smile. "Don't go telling everyone all my secrets now, it was all just in good fun."
Ginny knew Sascha wouldn't care at all if she told anyone that the drink at the pub had been for no reason other than to sell a story to the tabloids. The lie hadn't gotten Ginny much closer to understanding how Sascha Bellows fit in with whatever Kane was doing, but at least she knew for certain that the drinks had been spiked. Hopefully talking it through that evening would help Ginny see what she might have missed.
She said her goodbyes and left Kane's office. He must have cast another privacy spell, but not before Ginny heard Sascha, now speaking again with her Russian accent, ask Kane why he'd told Ginny about who brewed the potion. Ginny couldn't hear Kane's answer, but it was obvious that Kane's lack of honestly extended in many directions.
OUTTAKE FROM GINNY AND HARRY's NIGHT
"I didn't think Dam was ever going to shut up." Harry didn't wait for Ginny's door to close fully before he took her in his arms, dropping his head to her shoulder with a groan.
Ginny ran her hands up and down his back and chuckled. "He's talkative enough on a normal day; this was a lot of information to absorb." She pulled back and looked at him. "Do you think he meant it when he said he wouldn't tell the next of the team?"
Harry nodded. "Can I get a drink?" he asked. "I was so nervous about saying something wrong at your parents, I ended up missing out on most of the whiskey."
"Get me a glass too," said Ginny. She shivered. "Then can we get in bed?"
"Yes please," said Harry. He picked up his thoughts from her earlier question as he walked to the kitchen. "For all his own bluster about his own sexual exploits, I think Dam is kind of a romantic at heart – at least, he told me he thought you and I were perfect together." He opened the good bottle of Firewhiskey and poured them each a healthy shot. "He's really thrilled about it, and I think he gets why we don't want to tell anyone else yet," he called. "All the stuff that's been going on with the Bellows has made him realize that not all fans are as innocent as he thought, and that more press is not always better press." Ginny didn't answer, and when he looked up, Harry could see why. Across the room, she was unceremoniously pulling off her clothes, shivering in the cold air. When even her knickers had fallen to the floor, she dove into bed, hissing, before grabbing her wand and mumbling a couple of spells at the sheets. They glowed for a moment and Ginny's rather stiff form relaxed into the pillows.
"That's better," Harry heard her say, although it wasn't quite clear if she was speaking to him. She pulled the blankets up to her chin and closed her eyes, but Harry could tell she wasn't preparing for sleep. "You'll have to tell me what Fred and George said too," she called to him. There was movement under the blankets. "They were a lot quieter that I would have expected." The blankets moved a bit more, around where Ginny's waist would be.
Harry swallowed hard, all thoughts of the twins' reaction flying out of his head. "Are you . . ." he started to say, and then stopped. Just watch. "I've never seen them stunned into silence like that before." As he walked towards her with cups of Firewhiskey floating before him, he was rather stunned into silence himself. Ginny's smile was private but relaxed; she wasn't trying to work towards completion and she obviously knew he was there. Harry stopped a few feet from the bed and watched. As much as he'd thought he'd wanted to keep their relationship secret from her family, he felt a certain relief that they knew now. It was true that he really hated the idea of lying to the Weasleys, even if the reason was legitimate. But even more, the revelation made his and Ginny's relationship feel more significant, and that was something Harry wanted. Casual shags remained hidden from family; girlfriends and loves were celebrated with them. He almost asked Ginny if she felt it too, almost asked her if she thought her family would finally stop treating her like a child, but the look on her face made him stop. She was biting her lower lip, and although the movements under the covers were still slow, there was something more purposeful about them.
"Having fun?" he asked dryly. "Because I can just take the whiskey and go back to my flat for a kip." He waved his wand and the cups settled on Ginny's bedside table.
Ginny didn't open her eyes. "Or you can watch," she said. The movement under the blankets got a little bigger.
Harry swallowed again. Arousal coursed through him, of course, but his cheeky response died in his throat as he stood in front of the bed. Before tonight, they would have both been in a hurry, trying not to get caught, trying to make sure both of them found pleasure in their stolen moments. It hadn't always worked; Ginny had gone without orgasm more times than Harry, a fact that still irked him a bit. He intended to make it up to her as soon as he could, but even though he could have started evening things out right then, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the center of the bed, and what he knew was happening under Ginny's quilt.
Her activity wasn't a commentary on the fact that he should have gotten to her flat more quickly, or a subtle suggestion that maybe his foreplay wasn't quite up to snuff. Ginny was teasing him, dammit, and the fact that she was doing it out of his sight just made it that much more enticing. She arched her back and gave a tiny groan, and Harry had no trouble imagining that one of Ginny's fingers had just brushed against her clit. And maybe she'd slipped another inside, where she was already wet. He adjusted himself.
"What . . . what are you thinking about?" he said thickly, licking his lips.
Ginny was quiet for a moment. The blankets moved again.
"We . . . we just finished playing one-on-one Quidditch," she finally said. She kept her eyes closed and her face tilted towards the ceiling, as if she was envisioning the scene in her head. "I won."
Harry chuckled. "Of course." He quietly undid his trousers and pushed them off.
"It was so hot out; we both needed to shower, but . . ." she bit her lip.
Harry pulled off his shirt and slipped his hand inside his boxers. "But what, Ginny?" he asked thickly.
"But I'd taken off my shirt," she whispered. "We couldn't go to the house. It was so hot," she said again. "We went in the pond instead."
"The pond?" asked Harry faintly. He knew what Ginny meant. The Burrow was crowded and close, and even with silencing spells and locking charms, it never felt truly private. Over the years, starting with Bill and Fleur, the pond by the orchard had become the favorite place for Weasley brothers and their girlfriends to steal away for all manner of activity. The twins had even figured out how to create a "contraception zone" on the far bank, a patch of soft grass where additional charms or potions weren't necessary, where low hanging branches and thick leaves hid nearly everything from view even without adding more wards. Before Ginny had admitted that she fancied Harry too, he'd had several rather unrealistic fantasies about taking Ginny to the pond. One had definitely involved the mermaid, and he'd somehow never needed to breath, when he was under the water. But Ginny clearly had a different idea in mind.
"What did we do in the pond?" he asked. Without realizing it, he'd taken several steps closer to the bed, and Ginny's head turned towards his voice. He began to stroke himself.
"I was floating on my back," she said dreamily. "And you were between my legs. First with your mouth and then . . ." she swallowed. "And then with you. You were inside me, and you had your hands under my bum and you were pumping in and out and I felt nearly weightless." One of Ginny's hands slipped out from under the blanket. She pushed an errant piece of hair off her face and Harry could see her fingers glistening in the dim light. The hand disappeared again and Ginny's hips bucked.
"I want to see," said Harry. He stood at the side of the bed and brushed his hand down Ginny's cheek. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I want to see what you're doing, while you tell me the rest," he said.
In response, Ginny kicked the covers off. The hand between her legs was moving in and out, Ginny raising her hips slightly with each thrust. The other hand moved up to her chest. "And . . . you were kissing me while we fucked," she said breathlessly. "My breasts." She arched her back and stroked her chest until her nipples hardened.
Harry grasped himself more firmly. He began to pump, trying to time his rhythm with the in and out of Ginny's fingers. "Your legs were wrapped around my waist, weren't they?" he asked. He could see it in his mind, Ginny lying back, her hair streaming around her as she floated across the pond, grunting softly every time Harry thrust into her. In his head, he took one breast into his mouth and then the other, and then pulled Ginny up until he was holding her face to face and he could move her up and down on his erection.
"You walked me to the bank," she said breathlessly. She had her eyes on him now, her eyes darting around to follow what his hand was doing. As Harry watched, she stopped and pressed directly against her clit, moaning a little louder. "And covered me with your body."
Harry pumped harder. "I was still inside of you, right?"
Ginny gave a jerky nod. "You were," she said. "And I put my hands on your bum to hold you in place." She froze, and her hand made a convulsive movement between her legs. "You . . . begged me to let you move, said you couldn't hold on much longer," she gasped. Her own legs tightened. "And I told you to wait, told you I was almost there." She dug her heels into the mattress.
Harry groaned. "I am almost there," he said. He bit his lip, struggling for control. "Do you want to . . . like this?" he asked thickly.
Ginny had closed her eyes again. A beat of silence. "Finish inside me, Harry," she gasped. She opened her legs.
Harry nearly leapt onto the bed. He pushed Ginny's hand aside and fitted himself there instead. "I need to move," he begged. "Can't hold on much longer.
Ginny wrapped her legs around his waist. "Wait," I'm almost there," she said. She put one hand on his cheek. "Look at me."
"Fuck Ginny," he groaned. He made his eyes focus on hers and saw they were dilated with need. He braced himself against the mattress and pushed into her, not breaking contact with her gaze. "Fuck."
Harry would have known when Ginny came even if she hadn't cried out. Every bit of her tightened around him; Harry couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. He didn't even try to hold back with his own orgasm, spilling into he with a groan that matched hers and collapsing fully on top of her.
He started kissing her softly before they'd even caught their breath, moving his lips across the closest patch of skin, which happened to be her shoulder. Ginny ran her hand through his hair and then tilted his head up so they could kiss properly. She gave a contented sigh. Harry pulled back to look at her.
"That was . . ." he began. He shook his head. "I don't think I have words." He kissed her again.
"I thought about having us finish separately," she said. "I think it would have been the best orgasm I ever gave myself," she said with a laugh.
"I would have come all over you," he said honestly.
Ginny smirked. "Exactly how close to me were you while you were wanking, Potter?"
"Not that close," he said with mock defensiveness. "I get good range."
Ginny laughed again. "Is this something you've tested before?" She ran her hands up and down Harry's sides until he shivered.
Harry grinned. "This would have been my first," he said. "But let a bloke dream, won't you?" He wiggled against her. "I'll be dreaming about you, of course." He kissed her again. "You made me really eager for warmer weather. I want to try out the pond for real."
"We'll have to fight my brothers for it," Ginny said. "They're all bad enough with each other, but I wouldn't put it past Fred and George to come up with a product that alerts everyone if you and I try to sneak down there.
"Heh, I don't know how eager they're going to be to get involved in anything having to do with your sex life," said Harry. He gently pulled out of her and rolled onto his side. Ginny scooted against him.
"So the poster is gone?" she asked. She met his eyes. "Not that it would change anything, but still."
"It's not on the wall anymore," Harry confirmed with a smirk.
Ginny gave him a look. "And what does that mean?" she asked.
"That Fred and George learned an important lesson," he said, running a hand over her chest. "But can we not talk about that right now? I just watched you do things to yourself that I'd rather like to be doing to you instead." He ghosted his thumb across one of Ginny's nipples. "I don't have another climax in me right this moment, but I'd really like to investigate whether you do."
Ginny shivered against him. "As long as you can do your investigating under the blankets, I'm happy to let you show me everything I won't learn from the Aurors," she said.