A/N: This is part one of a two-part chapter. I was going to make it all one, but I have 5-6 more scenes I want to add and I don't know how long it will take me to get them done or how long that would make the chapter. I really wanted to show both Harry and Ginny's POV about everything, and I think this works. I also think it's pretty enjoyable . . .

Harry carried Ginny over to her bed and then climbed up after her. Carefully, he peeled off the knickers she still wore and then sat back on his heels, examining her from head to toe. His erection jutted out between them but Ginny watched only his face. She didn't have a name for his expression - if she'd had to describe it she would have said he was confirming the last bits of his memories and was more than pleased with what he saw. Harry pressed his thumb against a freckle on her hip that he always liked to stop to kiss when he was preparing to go down on her and looked up with a shy smile. He didn't have to tell Ginny how much he was enjoying the memories of her, but it made her curious.

"Can I ask you a question?" She propped herself up on her elbow and stroked across his length. Harry shuddered.

"Of . . . of course," he managed. "But if you keep doing that I don't know how coherent my answer will be." He leaned into her hand. "It's been a long time."

"It has," Ginny agreed, watching Harry carefully. She'd had all her concerns put to rest when they'd been on the sofa but couldn't help but wonder exactly what Harry was experiencing. For Ginny, the last time they'd made love - before the Arrows game against Wimbourne where Harry hadn't remembered to do his special move for her - had been over a week ago. Even though she'd been unconscious for part of the time, the fear and worry and despair made it feel much longer. But Harry hadn't even known anything was gone for the first few days and even after he did, he didn't miss it. She sat up against her pillows and put her second hand on his penis. He was still kneeling between her opened knees but now he groaned and shuffled closer, and Ginny considered leaving her questions until later.

But Harry looked down at Ginny's hands and then at her. "Keep doing that. What's your question?" he said in rapid succession.

Ginny gripped him more firmly and sat forward off the pillows. "I was just wondering," she said. The head of Harry's penis was only a couple of inches from her face now. She licked her lips, losing her train of thought.

Harry put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't you dare," he said in a voice that was at once amused and aroused. Ginny broke out of her reverie and looked up. "Huh?"

"I'm taking care of you first, in all ways," said Harry, his authoritative tone muted by the fact that he was still straining towards Ginny's lips. She grinned and leaned forward a little more, her tongue darting out to join her hands. "I was just wondering," she said, teasing her mouth around his tip, "how long it feels like it's been for you." The question was serious, which was why Ginny kept her behavior playful. She tickled her hands up and down Harry's hips and he gave an involuntary thrust.

"I've been thinking about that too," he said. His hand brushed across her hair. "You know I can remember everything we've done together, but I can also remember . . . not remembering." Harry shook his head before pulling himself away from Ginny's lips and reaching down to cup her chin. He tilted her head back to look at him. "It makes it feel like a very long time," he said softly. "It makes me want to not leave you for a while, so we can catch up." He lowered himself to sit next to her. "It makes me want to hide away with you somewhere, for a week or maybe two." Harry moved to straddle her waist. "And I'll make love to you a million different ways and create a million new memories so we don't have to think about this week ever again." Harry kept his voice light but Ginny heard the remnants of pain behind his words.

"I'll hold you to that," she said simply, cupping the back of Harry's neck and pulling him to her.

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Harry knew he wasn't finished with those thoughts but he let go of them for now so that he could focus his entire being on Ginny. Through their maneuvering he was now lying more or less flush on top of her, his erection pressed between them. She tickled her hands up and down Harry's sides again and then rested them both on his bum, pushing him against her. He brushed a few errant stands of hair away from her face and considered how to figure out what to do first. "I want to do everything first," he confessed.

Ginny laughed, and feeling of her moving below him gave Harry another idea or two. "First, I think you'd better set some of your best silencing and locking charms," she said. She waved in the direction of her door. "I don't want to hear even a hint of your teammates or my family for, what did you say? At least a week or two?"

Harry grinned, grabbing his wand. "Maybe we'll have to make an exception for your mum to send over some food," he said, rolling off Ginny so he could properly direct the spells to hide them away from everyone else.

"The baskets can get through, yes," Ginny agreed. She turned on her side to face him.

Harry said a few extra spells, and the lights in the flat dimmed, save for a few candles Harry conjured to float around the space just beyond the end of the bed. Ginny made a sound of appreciation.

"You learned that from Witch Weekly, didn't you?" she asked, smirking.

"Apparently a bloke's got to keep up on these things if he wants to keep his witch satisfied," said Harry. He pushed at Ginny's shoulders until she was lying on her back against the pillows again. "And I intend to keep you more than satisfied." He moved one of his hands down between her legs. She snuggled into the pillows with a happy sigh and closed her eyes. Normally Harry would immediately scoot down to be able to focus, but he'd meant what he said when he'd told Ginny he wanted everything at once. He felt almost torn between wanting to put all his effort in bringing her physical pleasure and also in being able to watch her face and hold her while he did. His own needs took a distant third.

Harry kissed Ginny's neck. He hadn't spent nearly enough time there before, he thought to himself, always in a bit of a hurry to move lower on her body. Now, although one hand still cupped the warmth between Ginny's legs, Harry spent several minutes nuzzling and nibbling her jaw, around her ear, and then across her collarbone. Her hair tickled the side of his face when he lay his head against her shoulder to let all his senses take her in at once.

Ginny took a deep breath. "I like the way you smell," she said.

Harry resumed his exploration with his lips. "Probably like I need a wash," he said. "I was in the middle of cleaning my flat when I came over here." He was unaccountably pleased to hear and feel Ginny's laugh.

"Ron's not going to know what to think," she said.

"Hermione will be horrified, thinking the team got me a house elf." He looked at Ginny's chest. Her nipples had softened when he lay on top of her but now in the cool air of the room they'd hardened again. But there was a good amount of skin before he got there from Ginny's neck and Harry thought he probably should give it some attention first. He really wanted to touch them though.

Ginny was apparently unaware of Harry's dilemma. She ran her hand through his hair, inadvertently pushing him in the direction Harry wanted to go anyway. "Do you think we need to send a message to Ron and Hermione? So they don't worry about where you've gone?"

Harry decided to accept that Ginny wanted him at her chest too. "Probably," he mumbled, beginning to move to her breasts. "Later." He bent lower and stopped talking.

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Ginny caught Harry's change in mood. She appreciated that they'd started slowly, with soft words and soft touches as they both got used to what had just happened. But now Harry's hands and mouth were moving more purposefully across her skin and Ginny could think of nothing beyond the familiar feel of his lips as they captured one breast and then the other. She arched up and Harry slipped his arm under her back, pulling her even closer to him. His breath was warm on her skin - he was already breathing rather raggedly - and Ginny felt his arousal in the notch of her thigh. His tongue tickled over the tight skin of her nipple and then flattened against it the same way she knew it would lower down before much longer. Indeed, the hand not under her back unerringly found that spot, his fingers below matching the speed and pressure of his tongue above. Ginny cried out.

Harry froze for a moment at the sound, looking up from her chest. "Did you just . . ." he began, then shook his head. "I know you didn't. You aren't trembling nearly enough. You just usually don't make noise like that so early." Ginny heard the note of pride in Harry's voice that he was able to tell the difference.

"I know," Ginny agreed. "It just feels really good." She ran her hand through his hair again.

Harry gave her a pleased smile. "It does for me too." He shuffled against her and Ginny felt the tip of his penis nudge her opening and then move away. He swallowed hard. "My body definitely knows how long it's been. I . . . I may not last as long as I usually do." Again there was the satisfaction of knowing.

"I know I won't," said Ginny. Even without Harry's hands and mouth actively working on her at the moment, she still felt the thrum of arousal growing inside. It wasn't just the length of time she'd gone since release that was the difference, she knew. Harry caught her eye and Ginny knew she didn't have to explain anything else. He nodded, half to himself, and then shifted down her body so quickly that she almost caught her fingers in his hair. He rested his forehead in the juncture of her thighs and breathed evenly in and out. The rest of his body was still; only the slight flicker of his fingers against her back let Ginny know how hard he was working to stay in control. The feeling of anticipation in Ginny's limbs grew.

"If I were to . . . bring you to climax with my mouth, do you think you'd get there a second time when we . . . when I'm inside you?" Harry hadn't lifted his head; his voice was muffled.

Ginny involuntarily clenched her legs. "I wouldn't . . . worry about that," she gasped. For Harry had begun nibbling around the inside of her thighs, kissing up one and down the other, each pass moving him closer to her clit. "I might even . . . three times . . . yes, right there," she said thickly. She let her legs fall wider open. Harry put his mouth on her and this time Ginny's scream told Harry exactly what she wanted him to do. He complied moments later, sucking gently before finally flattening his tongue against her just like he'd done to her breast.

Ginny happily lost all sense of time or place. There was just this moment and this man and a connection made in the still seconds when he slipped inside her and then carefully lowered himself to lie on top. Harry cradled the back of Ginny's head in his hands and watched her, eyes wide. She stared back, and after a long, taut moment, he began to move. It was subtle at first - tiny pulses down below that didn't cause them to break the contact of their chests or hands or eyes. Ginny rolled her hips and Harry's eyes went unfocused; when they found her again there was a new sort of need in them. Ginny let her legs fall open a bit more and felt it inside as Harry slipped deeper, but still holding back. "Let go, love," she whispered. She rolled her hips again and Harry groaned.

"Come with me," he said, finally rocking against her.

If Ginny had harbored any lingering doubt about Harry's memory, it evaporated as soon as she rose to meet his thrusts - there was not a moment of hesitation before they fell into a rhythm, moving together. Harry was silent at first but as his movements grew bigger and less controlled he began to speak, the words falling out of his mouth and filling up the space around them.

"I love you . . . Ginny I love you . . . so much . . . so damn much . . . never forget that . . . never forget . . . I'll never forget again . . . I promise . . . I promise . . . I promise . . ." The words were an oath that Ginny witnessed by wrapping her arms around Harry's neck and her legs around his waist and crying out his name as she climaxed moments after he did. He breathed heavily against her neck and she drank in the scent of slick skin and satisfied desire.

"You're shaking." Harry's voice was low in her ear. Until that moment Ginny hadn't even realized it, that the physical release hadn't completely quieted her emotions. Quite without expecting it, she turned in Harry's arms and buried her head in his shoulder. He held her silently while she cried, stroking her back and occasionally kissing her hair, and when her tears finally ended he helped her sit up and conjured a wet cloth for her face and a cup of water for her to drink. When he spoke, the calm in his voice belied the anguish Ginny knew her tears had caused him.

"I'll never do anything to cause you such pain again." His eyes searched hers, begging her to agree.

"Harry," Ginny began. She didn't need him to make that sort of promise.

He shook his head to himself. "I will never completely forgive myself for how much I forgot." He was almost talking to himself. "I will never understand how the hell I . . . I can throw off the Imperius Curse. I've survived the Avada Kedavra, been under the Crutiatus. I should have been able to . . ." Harry caught her eyes again and then looked away. Ginny suspected that if she wasn't in his lap, he might have jumped up and started pacing. "I should have known what I'd lost. I should have felt it." He twisted the blankets in his hands. "How can I expect you to believe it when I tell you I love you - and Merlin Ginny, I love you so much - when I forgot it so easily?" Harry's voice rose. "How could I have almost lost something so fucking important?" He dropped his head onto Ginny's shoulder.

She waited until his breathing slowed before answering. "Are you done brooding?" she asked, not harshly, but in a voice she hoped suggested there was only one right answer.

After a moment, Harry looked up at her, surprised. "For now." A smile quirked at the edge of his lips.

Ginny put her hand on Harry's cheek. "That's probably the best we can hope for, I think." She knew that even if they made love a dozen times over the next few days - and she certainly hoped they did - it would not be enough to heal them completely. She hoped Harry understood that her tears were much more from the release of pain than the pain itself and she suspected there would be more from both of them in the future. She reached up and kissed Harry lightly on the lips.

"I love you, Harry."

Harry kissed her back. "I know," he said, the answer all the affirmation she needed that he believed. He smiled ruefully. "I guess it was too much to hope that sex would make everything better."

Ginny chuckled. "Sex did make everything better. Just not all better." She reached down between them. "We'll keep working on it, though." Harry twitched against her hand.

"Whatever I can do to help," he said solemnly. Ginny was pleased to see that he'd taken her words to heart. There was longing in his eyes when he kissed her again and Ginny let him lay her down again in the blankets and cover his body with hers.

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Ron looked confusedly around his flat before turning to his girlfriend. "D'you think my mum was here? It looks really . . . clean."

Hermione opened the icebox. "There's no new food," she said, peering inside. "So I'd say no." She looked back at Ron, concerned. "Who else could have gotten into the flat?"

"No one," said Ron grimly. He twirled slowly in a circle, speaking a series of spells. "Nothing seems amiss." He shook his head. "And Harry's memory loss didn't make him forget he doesn't mind living in clutter." He frowned.

"Could Ginny have done this?" asked Hermione. "She's been so upset, maybe she needed an outlet for her energy." She pointed at the kitchen. "Whoever it was didn't take the biscuits your mum sent yesterday, and Ginny's the only one who has some of her own."

Ron nodded. "We should go ask her."

They walked down the hall. Ron tried to knock on Ginny's door and yelped in surprise when his hand wouldn't make contact with the wood, bouncing off an invisible barrier instead. "What the?" he asked. He shot a simple spell at the door, and then a more complex one. Both ricocheted harmlessly away. He looked at Hermione, worried. "She warded it," he said. "And warded it well; that second spell was one I learned at the Aurors."

"She must really need some time alone to think," said Hermione softly. "If we don't see her soon we'll send a Patronus."

Ron nodded. "Good idea."

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"Do you think that if I'd just started kissing you down in that chamber, you would have gotten your memory back right then?" Ginny's voice was as lazy as the circles she was tracing on his belly and for a moment, Harry didn't process what she was saying.

"Huh, what? If you'd kissed me where?" They'd woken to make love in the middle of the night and Harry's body and mind were both pleasantly drowsy as they readied themselves for another round later. Ginny wanted to have sex in the shower and Harry wanted to be fully rested for that. There would likely be some lifting and balancing required.

"Well, if I kissed you here, and . . . here," said Ginny, her lips trailing slowly across the space her fingers had been stroking. And then a little lower, like . . . here."

Harry was suddenly less sure they'd make it to the shower any time soon. He let his head fall back on the pillows and gave mostly into the sensation of Ginny's lips on his skin. "But did you say something about the fake chamber?" he mumbled.

Ginny looked up from between his legs, eyes bright with arousal, and something else. "I would have done anything to get your memory back," she said plainly. "I wonder why it didn't occur to me to just start snogging you, especially after you confessed that you fancied me. Again." She gave him a smirk and dropped her head back to her task.

It was a rather serious topic of conversation for their present activity but Harry wasn't entirely surprised. They still both had the need to talk about what had happened and it was easier somehow if those conversations occurred when they weren't taking themselves completely seriously. Harry had almost gotten over his guilt (completely undeserved, Ginny kept reminding him) over the way he'd treated her when under the memory charm and Ginny understood that taking her concerns to Robards or Kingsley sooner wouldn't have made much of a difference since they'd had no real proof. Still, they both harbored enough residual what the hell happened to need to talk about it every so often, and being naked made those discussions easier to manage.

Ginny moved her tongue in a particularly interesting way and Harry stopped trying to answer for couple of seconds. When she pulled back and rested her head on his leg, he swallowed hard. "I probably would have let you kiss me for a while," he admitted. He smirked. "I could have used it as another of my shower fantasies."

Ginny snorted and started kissing the inside of Harry's thigh, one of her hands resting heavily on his length. She just left it there, not moving or anything, and Harry had to force himself not to wiggle. What he didn't say was that he probably would have let him do anything she wanted to, down in the middle of the ritual, as proof that he was just imagining the pain he saw flash across her face and that the weakness in her limbs wasn't as bad as he suspected.

Ginny's hand finally moved on him. "I'm just glad you can do things now," he gasped, hips bucking of their own accord.

Ginny planted one more wet, open kiss on his tip before crawling up Harry's body and meeting his eyes with hers. "All kinds of things," she agreed. "Things you aren't ever going to forget."

"No chance of that," said Harry firmly. He grasped her bum in his hands and lowered her down. "I guess the shower is later?" he asked.

"Mmhmm, later," Ginny agreed. "I want to give you a proper blow job in the shower."

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"Well?" Hermione mumbled sleepily from Ron's bed.

"Still can't get close to her door," Ron said, slipping beneath the covers. Hermione startled when his cold feet met hers.

"It is 5 in the morning. She probably plans to take down the wards later today." Hermione pulled her feet away. "And remember what I told you about warming your feet before you get in bed?"

"Sorry," said Ron. He sat up again. "I could send her coffee."

"What?"

Ron picked up his wand. "I'll send her a mug of coffee with a warming charm. It will be waiting outside her flat when she takes down the wards. She'll like that."

"Glad to know you remember the warming charms for something at least."

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It was very late at night, nearly morning actually, when they finally fell asleep, curled up around each other and sharing a pillow. Despite that, Ginny awoke a few hours later, as if her body only needed a brief kip before being ready for the day.

Harry was already awake. He hadn't moved much; Ginny had woken up with him spooning her from behind while he idly ran his fingers up and down her arm. Despite the close proximity of him to her bum, Ginny couldn't feel a hint of arousal. She rolled over to face him, unsurprised to see the tightness on his face. He glanced briefly at her, and then away. She waited.

"You never would have given up on me, would you? Even if I hadn't ever remembered." It wasn't really a question.

Ginny shook her head. "Never." She looked down and marshaled some of the thoughts she'd found during the long horrible nights when all hope had seemed lost. "I would never have stopped fighting for you. But sometimes I thought that . . . if you never got your memories back . . . that maybe we'd still find a way to fall in love again." She looked cautiously at Harry and was unsurprised to see the anger on his face.

"And what if I'd continued to be too much of a prat this time? What if I hadn't been someone you'd want to fall in love with?" Harry pushed away from Ginny and sat up, scooting over to sit against the end of her bed. "You shouldn't have had to wait for me, for someone who wasn't good enough for you."

"I was already in love with you Harry," said Ginny. "That wasn't going to change." She grimaced. "I was a lot more worried about whether you'd ever want to be in love with me." She hadn't meant to admit that, and Harry's face grew even more tortured.

"I had so much to lose and I didn't even know it." Harry wrapped his arms around his knees. "All those years I wasted on my stupid, unrealistic crush, when instead I could have been getting to know you for real. And then, when I finally get it right, when I finally fall in love with you for real and know that you actually love me, I almost throw it all away." He balled his fists. "And of course you wouldn't give up on me, no matter how much I hurt you." He stopped talking then, but looked at Ginny with a pleading expression.

"If the situation had been reversed, you wouldn't have given up on me." Ginny kept her tone even and logical. She gave Harry a piercing look. "Or would you?"

"Of course not," Harry burst out. "Of course I wouldn't have given up." He rubbed at his eyes. "But it's not the same."

Ginny scooted forward and punched Harry lightly in the arm. "It's exactly the same, Harry." He started to interrupt and she held up her hand. "If you're trying to tell me that you're the only one who had the right to . . . not give up because you'd been operating under years and years of secretly fancying me, and my love was new, well then . . ." Ginny shook her head. "I know that's not what you're saying.

"It's not." Harry shook his head. "I just can't think of you in that much pain."

Ginny took Harry's hands in hers, gently massaging out his fists. "It's even," she said softly. "And we don't have to worry about it anymore because it's over." She ran her hand down Harry's bare hip. "I know that doesn't make it all better, but from now on let's just agree that it was equally horrible for both of us, because it was." She kept Harry's eyes on her until he nodded, and after a moment he opened his legs and pulled her to him. "I was hurting . . . and hurting you, and I didn't even know it," he said against her hair.

"I know," said Ginny. She traced his lips with her hand. "But I'm not hurting nearly as much anymore, and less all the time."

Harry took a deep, shuddering breath. "Me too," he admitted.

Ginny scooted back towards the top of the bed, pulling Harry along with her. "Can we get under the blankets again? I'm kind of freezing." Harry nodded, following along and opening his arms when Ginny snuggled close. "Will you hold me?"

He chuckled softly. "You have to ask?"

Ginny put her head on his chest. "For the record, I think we would have fallen in love again."

Harry tightened his arms around her. "I do too."

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"The coffee's gone but the wards are still in place." Ron shook his head. "I don't like it."

"I'm sure she just wants her privacy." Hermione looked down the hallway. "Harry too, apparently. I haven't seen him at all, have you?"

"He said something the other day about starting to train at the Arrows' facility. If I know Harry, he's working his balls off right now to get back in shape."

"Such language, Ron."

"That still doesn't help us figure out what's wrong with Ginny." Ron stood up. "I think we should contact Bill."

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"Harry."

"HARRY."

"Mmm?" He finally looked up at Ginny from the spot he was kissing along her stomach.

"Do you realize that, by my count, this is the fourth time you've gone down on me since yesterday?"

Harry dropped his head back to Ginny's hip. "Is that a problem?" he asked. He kissed his favorite freckle.

Ginny tried to keep her voice even. "Not exactly a . . . problem." With the greatest of effort she pushed herself away from Harry's mouth and into a siting position. He raised his eyebrows.

"It's that you still won't let me go first. I've given you what, half a blow job? At most?" She scooted over to slide off the bed.

Harry sat up too. "Why are you getting out of bed? I thought you wanted to give me more than half a blow job," he teased.

"In the shower. I want to give you a blow job in the shower," she said decisively, pleased to see Harry swallow hard.

"Okay," he said, jumping out of bed after her. His erection jutted out in front of him. "Damn, it's cold," he said. He looked down. "It should be bigger."

Ginny smirked. "I'm sure I can take care of that shortly," she said. She grabbed his hand and tugged him the direction of her bathroom.

Harry darted in front of her. "Hold on, let me do something first." He pointed his wand at the bathtub and muttered a spell before turning around and grinning. "It's another Witch Weekly special," he said. "Softens the floor of the tub. You know, so your knees don't start to hurt."

Ginny tapped her wand against the faucets and warm water began pouring out of the shower jet. She spoke up so Harry could hear her over the sound. "Oh, I'll get you off well before my knees get sore," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Witch." Harry wrapped her in his arms and sighed happily. "I like being naked with you. Naked and warm."

"We'll make it a rule," said Ginny. "Whenever we're alone we have to be naked."

Harry laughed. "That will make it difficult to do things like go flying together," he said. "How about when we're alone in one of our flats, we can't wear any clothing. Unless of course, one of puts some on so the other can just take them off."

Ginny was happy to see that some of the shadowed pain was leaving Harry's face. She still caught him watching her with a look a regret every so often, but the worst of the brooding had stopped around the third time they'd had sex. It would take a long time to go away completely, she knew, but it wasn't going to be the Hippogriff in the room either.

The shower was wonderfully warm and smelled of flowers. Harry breathed in deeply as he climbed in. "Even when I thought you were irritating and whiny I loved the smell of your shampoo," he confessed.

Ginny playfully pushed him until he stood against the tiled wall. "Irritating and whiny?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Now, why ever would you want someone to put their irritating and whiny mouth on you?" She looked purposefully down at Harry's waist, slowly licked her lips, and then turned her back on him, making a show of grabbing the soap. "Maybe I'll just wash my irritating and whiny body by myself," she said, backing up underneath the spray. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water flow over her head and down her body. "I think my breasts are particularly dirty," she said, rubbing across one and then the other. She paused, playing with her nipple until it hardened in her hand; she could sense Harry's attention on her. "Of course, that's not the only pace that needs to be cleaned," she continued. Ginny let her hand wander lower. "I wonder how irritating it is to watch and not be able to touch." She swirled her fingers around the outside of her folds. "Does is make you whiny to think you can't find out for yourself how wet I am?" She slipped a finger inside. "And I'm not talking about from the shower." Ginny opened her eyes, intending to give Harry a flirting smile, and almost choked on water at the sight of him.

Harry's eyes were wide and dilated, watching her. One hand was braced against the wall of the shower while he stroked himself with the other; Ginny could see a bead of wetness at the tip of his penis. She licked her lips again and Harry's hand began to move faster. "I don't think you're whiny or irritating anymore," he said thickly. He took a step towards her.

Ginny reached out and pulled Harry to her. "Let me," she said, dropping carefully to her knees. She put her hands on his hips and grinned up at him. "It really is soft," she said.

Harry chuckled and stepped closer. "But you're right; you're not going to be down there long." He rested his hands gently on her head.

Harry was already so hard that Ginny decided to dispense with her usually licking and teasing. She had planned for Harry to finish in her mouth, but the build up between the two of them had her thinking about how it would feel to straddle him on the softened floor of the shower and ride him there. She took all of him in, sucking first and then pushing him against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. He made a sound above her and she cupped his sac with one hand, stroking lightly in a way she knew was so intense that he could only stand it when he'd already come once or twice before that day. Ginny pulled back and pursed her lips against Harry's tip, opening slowly to accept his thrusts. He swore, and Ginny felt his legs tremble against her. She pulled back again.

"Get down here," she gasped, and Harry didn't hesitate, dropping down to sit in the bottom of the tub. Ginny climbed into his lap and down onto his erection in one fluid motion and he rose up to meet her. They rocked together, Ginny's arms wrapped around Harry's neck and his around her waist. Ginny was acutely aware of the feeling of Harry inside her and the feeling of how she pulsed around him even without either of them moving enough to thrust. He was breathing heavily against her neck and he groaned out her name, begging for release. Ginny loosened her grip and Harry slipped his hands under her thighs and began to move her up and down, rising himself to meet her. "Fuck Ginny, that's . . . oh Fuck." Harry's movements grew more frantic. Ginny whispered a dirty word in his ear and Harry groaned, thrusting up with his climax and then holding her firmly in place as he spilled into her. Ginny met him a moment later, shuddering. She dropped her head onto his neck, feeling the warm water sluicing over her and then the softer feeling of Harry's hands. He'd found the soap she'd dropped, and for long minutes she sat silently in his arms while he washed up and down her arms and across her back, still not speaking when he moved her carefully out of his lap to attend to her front. They finally stood together under the water while Ginny washed Harry with equal care, touching him lightly and without any intent of arousal. They wrapped in towels and Harry performed drying charms on both of them before they left the warmth of the loo, discarding their towels along the way back to Ginny's bed. It was only when they were snuggled together under the covers that Harry spoke.

"Thank you," he said simply.

Ginny knew what he was saying. "I love you." She yawned and Harry chuckled.

"Yeah, me too" he said, sliding them both down onto the pillow.