The next time Harry and Ginny woke up, they had something to eat. It was dim and gray outside and Harry wasn't even sure what time it was, so when Ginny pulled a variety of leftovers out of her icebox, he couldn't decide if he wanted stew or breakfast pastries or a slice of cold pizza. They sat at Ginny's kitchen table and laughed about the fact that this was the first time they'd worn any sort of clothing for a while, Ginny complementing Harry's transfiguration of his trousers and shirt into more comfortable pajamas.

"I just hope my counter spell is just as effective; I don't know what Ron and Hermione will say if I return to my flat like this," said Harry, gesturing down at his pajama bottoms. "And Merlin help up if I run into Dam or anyone on the way."

Ginny snorted. Harry's first attempt at transfiguration had resulted in perfectly serviceable, albeit somewhat baggy, blue and white striped pajamas. When she had joked about how she'd miss seeing his muscles, he'd screwed up his eyes in concentration, shrinking the outfit to hug his body and reducing the button down top to look like one of his fitted Arrows practice t-shirts. But what had really delayed their breakfast was the fact that Harry's bottoms were now covered with little stick-figure Harrys and Ginnys engaging over and over in acts that Ginny insisted they recreate for real before she'd allowed Harry to get dressed again.

But eventually hunger had prevailed. Ginny was now nibbling on a slice of the pizza and Harry picked up a scone he recognized as coming from Mrs. Weasley's kitchen. They ate in companionable silence at first, both realizing just how hungry they were.

"Having sex what? five or six times in a day will usually do that," said Harry dryly.

"Not to mention all the orgasms you gave me that didn't require full penetration," Ginny remarked. She leaned over the table to contemplate the platter of sweets, giving Harry a lovely view down her shirt. He reached out and stroked her breast while she selected a blueberry muffin. She slapped his hand away and raised her eyes at him.

"Have you learned nothing from living with my brother? About coming between a Weasley and a meal?" Ginny took a bite of the muffin, chewed, and swallowed before leaning towards Harry again. "Okay, now you can continue."

Harry moved his hand back down Ginny's t-shirt. "Good thing I never tried to interrupt Ron's eating by feeling him up then," he said.

Ginny snorted. "Speaking of feeling up and orgasms," she began.

Harry chuckled. "If you ever need my attention for any reason, start the conversation with that sentence."

Ginny grinned. "I still owe you a complete blow job, how's that for a sentence?" She looked around the kitchen and then back at Harry. "Can you do that softening charm on the floor here?"

Harry stuffed the last bite of scone into his mouth. "Let me just peel off these pajamas," he said. Their nap had apparently been more than enough of a break; he was already feeling aroused again.

Ginny got up and helped. When Harry was naked from the waist down, she gestured at the kitchen chair. "Sit down again," she ordered. "And if you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'll tie them down."

Harry shivered at Ginny's authoritative tone. They tended to take turns taking charge when it came to sex, and Harry was more than happy to submit to whatever Ginny wanted right now. "I can't play with your hair?" Harry loved to play with Ginny's hair when she went down on him.

Ginny thought for a moment. "As long as you don't try to touch anything else," she allowed. "That means no breast fondling, no shoulder rubbing, no grabbing one of my hands to kiss, nothing that will distract you from fully focusing on what I'm doing to you."

"Yes, ma'am," said Harry contritely. "I'll save the breast fondling for later."

"Damn right you will," said Ginny. "Now sit."

Harry sat.

Instead of kneeling in front of him as Harry had expected, Ginny smirked and pulled her t-shirt over her head, dumping on the ground next to him. Her nipples were already hard, Harry noted. He shuffled in his seat. She pushed off her pajama bottoms next, bending over as she did so that Harry could see that she hadn't bothered to put on on knickers when they'd gotten dressed.

Ginny put her hands on her hips and regarded Harry. He could tell she was trying to maintain an aura of control; he could also tell she was wavering. His penis strained towards her and he watched Ginny watch it, her breathing quickening.

"You could also just straddle me," he said lightly. "I bet that would feel really good too."

Ginny snapped out of the moment. "Do I need to institute a 'no talking' rule too, Potter?" She was using that tone again, and combined with the use of his last name, Harry thought that if she kept talking he might just climax before she got her mouth on him.

"I'll be good," he promised.

Ginny smirked. "So will I," she said. She dropped to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his backside so she could pull him to the edge of the chair. "Remember, no fondling," she said before dipping her head down.

Harry really did his best to comply. Ginny held the base of his penis lightly with one hand while she teased her lips and tongue around his tip and for a while, it was enough for Harry just to watch. When a lock of hair fell into her face and obscured his view, Harry leaned forward and gently tucked it behind Ginny's ear. He couldn't help but keep his hand on the side of her face, telling himself that as long as he was also touching her hair, it wasn't technically breaking the rules. And when he slid his hand down to her cheek to feel the pulsing movement of her mouth and tongue as it enclosed him, well that was pretty close to her hair, wasn't it?" Ginny sucked more intently and Harry groaned. He moved his second hand to Ginny's other cheek. He was barely touching her, but having his hand on her like that while he was inside her mouth rapidly pushed him to the edge.

Ginny changed position, rising up higher on her knees so she could take him in from above. The top of her head rested on Harry's stomach and she pushed against it in rhythm with the movement of her mouth until Harry was rising up to meet her with thrusts of his own.

He knew he was close and knew she didn't care if he warned her or not, but that made him all the more determined to do so.

"Ginny," he gasped, feeling the pressure building in his back and between his legs. "I'm gonna come soon." He didn't expect an answer but it suddenly felt like Ginny's tongue was in a dozen places at once on his skin, swirling, tasting, licking, sucking. She leaned over so far that he could feel her breasts tickling the tops of his thighs and he finally gave in to the need to touch, stroking one lightly while he tried to hold on just a few second more. But then Ginny put her hand on his sac and Harry reached his peak, freezing in place while he climaxed. He moved a hand back to her jaw so he could feel Ginny swallowing; every pulse of her throat sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Ginny kept sucking and swallowing until Harry started to wonder how she was continuing to breathe, but finally she sat back on her heels, wiping at her mouth and giving him a knowing look. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself." She accepted the cup of water he gave her.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not," Harry responded. He pulled Ginny into his lap. "That was fucking hot."

Ginny blew out a breath. "It really was," she agreed. "When you put your hand on my cheek it just . . ." she shivered. "I liked it. It made me work harder."

Harry smirked. "It made me harder too," he quipped.

Ginny groaned. "That's terrible," she said. She put her head on his shoulder and they sat quietly, listening to the wind outside. Finally Ginny shuffled in Harry's lap. "Hmmm?" he asked.

"D'you want to do a reheating charm on the pizza or should we just finish it cold?"

HPHPHP

"Bill's on his way; he couldn't get his Patronus through to Ginny either." Ron was pacing again, but his face was relieved at the imminent arrival of his oldest brother. "I didn't say anything to my parents though."

"They don't need to know yet," Hermione agreed. "It's been a stressful enough week for them already." She put her arms around Ron. "I'm sure Ginny's fine, she probably just needs her space."

"She's probably going to kill me for treating her like a child," Ron agreed. "But I'm still glad Bill's coming. Hopefully he can get her out of her flat before Harry gets home from training. If we're all going to be together for Christmas, the two of them are going to need to spend some time together first. Otherwise it's just going to be awkward."

"It's going to be awkward no matter what," said Hermione. "We'll just have to work as hard as we can to keep the two of them apart."

"Uh huh," Ron agreed. He sat up. "I think that's Bill."

HPHPHPHP

"Harry, do you hear something . . . rattling underneath my bed?"

Harry looked up from where he'd been kissing across Ginny's stomach. The post-pizza nap had done wonders for his stamina and he was eager to return Ginny's favor. He shook his head. "I don't hear anything, but then, I was rather preoccupied." He grinned up at her.

Ginny grinned back. "And don't let me stop you," she said. She leaned back again and Harry continued his journey down her body. Ginny opened her legs and Harry settled between them, tickling her with his fingers. "You're already . . . wait." He froze. "Did you hear that?"

Ginny sat up. "I felt it," she said. She grabbed her wand and looked at Harry, eyes wide. "It shook the bed."

Harry had grabbed his wand too, and carefully slipped of the bed. It was a slightly odd feeling to be naked, but he pushed that thought aside, his mind whirling. Was it a Boggart? Ginny's bed had a pleated fabric thing around the bottom and he couldn't see underneath. She slipped down beside him. "I'll say a spell to lift the bedskirt," she said under her breath. "And I'll raise the bed a little bit too. You can contain whatever comes out."

Harry nodded. "On three," he said quietly. "One, two, three." Ginny said the spell to lift the bed and Harry tensed, but nothing happened. He took a tentative step forward, then another. "Lumos," he whispered, poking his wand in the dark space.

He barked a laugh. "It's okay," he said, darting forward.

Ginny started to laugh as she lowered the bed. "I forgot you put it under there," she said.

Harry leaned the poster against the side of the bed. "Me too," he said sheepishly. "Although in my defense, I didn't know the thing could move."

"I didn't either," Ginny said. "I'm sure Fred and George would've mentioned it." She peered at the poster. "What do you think set it off?"

"I think we did," said Harry with a laugh. "How many times have we had sex since I got here?"

Before Ginny could even answer, the poster shook again, and Harry watched with a mixture of shock and amusement at the cause. His photographed image was no longer merely posing for the camera and winking, it was dancing, if you could all it that. Moving at least, while the announcer's voice narrated in a sing-song rhyme:

After 24 Hours What Do We Know? Potter and Weasley Had A Lot to Show! They Tried Some New Moves, They Have Nothing to Fix, And How Many Times Did They Do It? SIX!

Ginny exploded into giggles just as fireworks exploded over photograph-Harry's shoulder. An enormous number 21 shimmered in green, obscuring half the poster. Harry groaned and dropped his head into his hands. Ginny nudged him.

"I think you'd be proud," she said, eyes still twinkling.

"Oh, I'm proud all right," said Harry. He put his arms around Ginny and watched his image shimmy around in a circle as the announcer began again. "And I can't help by wonder what that number would look like if it counted orgasms and not just sex."

Ginny snorted. "It'd be a lot higher," she agreed. She ran her hand down Harry's side. "I'll have to suggest that to my brothers."

Harry gave her a horrified look. "Don't you dare," he said. "They'll want to know where you got the idea!" He shook his head. "I'd been hoping to keep the poster around," he said. "It would be fun to see how high we could get the number to go, but not if we have to worry about it breaking into poetry at random moments. What if your parents were over?" He swallowed. "Or Bill?"

Ginny shrugged and grinned. "I think Bill and Fleur have a poster of their own, don't they? Maybe we can ask him how they turn off the announcement feature when we don't want it."

Harry groaned again. "That would require talking to Bill about our sex life. Please swear an Unbreakable Vow that's never going to happen."

"And who'll we get for a bonder?" she asked with a grin. "One of the twins?"

"Bite your tongue," said Harry. "They know way too much already." He looked sharply at Ginny. "What's wrong?" She was staring at something behind him with a horrified look on her face. Slowly, she raised her arm to point. "I think that Vow would be worthless," she said in a shaky voice. Harry turned around. He'd never seen that particular Patronus before, but he knew immediately who had cast it. The cheetah bared its teeth, revealing fangs that Harry had last seen dangling from an earring worn by Bill Weasley. After a moment, it spoke with her oldest brother's voice.

"Ginny? We know you're upset, but enough is enough. No one's heard from you for over a day, and as impressive as the wards are, it's time to take them down and let us in." The Patronus got silent for a few seconds but didn't fade away. It spoke again, apparently Bill was playing his strongest card. "We don't want to involve mum and dad." The cheetah finally disappeared.

Harry felt like all the air had gone out of his lungs. He knew Ginny hadn't contacted her family; they'd even talked about the fact that she probably should. But she hadn't, and Harry hadn't mentioned it again. "Umm," he said, looking frantically around her flat. There were still two plates and two cups on her kitchen table and the damn poster was sitting right there between them, shining brightly and probably preparing to speak again. Hell, the air practically smelled like sex. Could he hide in the loo anyway? Pray that Ginny could make up some story? Harry turned to Ginny to ask what she thought they should do, other than stand like two statues - two naked statues - when Bill's voice reverberated throughout the flat. Apparently, they'd dallied for too long. "Ginny? We're coming in."

Harry threw himself onto Ginny's bed, scooting over to make room for her to dive in after him. They'd just pulled the covers up to their chins and Harry was contemplating what Bill meant by "we" when there was a small click and Ginny's door swung open. Any other time Harry would have been impressed with the finesse Bill had used to break through the wards - no explosions or destruction of property needed - but at that moment, he was too busy watching and counting as Ginny's flat filled with what seemed like half the people Harry knew. Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, the twins with Angelina and Katie all crowded around Ginny's bed, staring with various expressions of shock, delight, and devious glee. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand under the blanket. She squeezed back and Harry sat up as straight as he could and tried to look nonchalant, as if he'd been absolutely expecting half his girlfriend's family to come barging in. He certainly wasn't going to speak first though.

"I take it that, uhh, Harry got his memory back?" Ron was looking at both of them with a careful expression. "Because there's no way the two of you would . . . "

"No," said Harry. "Definitely not like that." He nodded at Ron, unable to keep the grin completely off his face. "I did. I got my memory back last night." There were murmurs of relief throughout the room.

"But why didn't you . . ." Bill began, only to be interrupted by Hermione. She looked absolutely fascinated, Harry noted with amusement. He settled back, thinking that maybe she'd be able to distract from any of the more difficult questions Ginny's brothers might ask.

His relief was short-lived.

"Did the poster have something to do with your memory returning?" Hermione looked at Fred and George. "What kind of animation spell did you use? It seems to have evolved organically."

"It was a combination of a couple of charms," said Fred. He peered at the poster and then shot a spell from his wand. Harry felt Ginny cringe. "Oh shit," she mumbled. He tensed, waiting for the poster to reveal that he and Ginny had had sex another six times. Although if he had to admit it, a tiny part of Harry - a very tiny part that would probably regret it immediately after - was proud. Six times in one day was worthy of Bill and Fleur. He didn't have any time to gloat to himself before the poster shook again.

Bed, Shower, Table, Where Will They Fuck Next? If You Don't All Leave, Someone's Going to Get Hexed!

Harry's image finished his dance with a rather obscene gesture and the room exploded. Fred and George gave each other a high-five; they were laughing so hard they were crying. Ron looked like he was trying not to laugh but failing and Bill dropped his head onto Fleur's shoulder. Katie and Angelina were congratulating Ginny.

Hermione was giggling rather uncharacteristically and she was the first one to regain control. "Maybe we should all sit down and talk," she said. Some of the no-nonsense tone had snuck back into her voice, although her mouth kept quirking. "Regardless of the . . . reasons, we should really understand how Harry got his memory back."

"I agree," said Bill. "But I'd prefer that we have this conversation without Harry and my baby sister talking to us from bed." He gestured towards the other half of the flat. "Can we all sit down over there?" He looked expectantly at Harry and Ginny.

"Umm, yeah," said Ginny. She was rather pink but squeezed Harry's hand again in reassurance. "We just need to uhh, putsomeclothesonfirst." She looked at Harry. "Where are they?"

"Still under the table," he muttered back, picking up his wand. He said the Accio as quietly as he could but it was completely obvious to everyone in the room what was going on. Harry had thought things couldn't get any more embarrassing than the two of them getting dressed under the blankets of Ginny's bed while her family looked on, but that was before he finally climbed out of bed and stood in front of everyone. The fitted pajama bottoms he'd conjured had been fine when he was wearing them to arouse Ginny but now he was acutely aware of the fact that everyone could probably tell he wasn't wearing pants underneath them. And the decoration . . .

"Holy shit, Harry, those pajamas are brilliant!" George actually bent down to look at the stick figure Harry and Ginny having sex on Harry's thigh. "You got your scar there any everything, how did you do that?" He looked up at Fred. "I'm sensing a new product line."

Fred crouched down too. "And none of the couples are using exactly the same position," he said, looking up at Harry with admiration. "Tricky."

"Uhh, thanks," he mumbled.

"Are these all positions you 'ave used together?" Fleur had broken away from Bill and was now examining the image on Harry's bum. "Because 'zis one 'ere, 'ze Pretzel Dip? Ahh, one of my favorites. It allows for eye contact and deeper . . ."

". . . Okay, Harry and Ginny don't need to know that." Bill hurriedly pulled Fluer away from Harry and his pajama bottoms, very obviously not looking at them himself.

"We've already mastered that one anyway, Bill." Ginny smirked at her brother as she climbed out of bed. Harry was relieved to see that her pajamas were just ordinary pink with white flowers on them. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's waist and he leaned into her. "Going on the offense?" he said under his breath. "Because it might be all fun now, but when Bill curses my bits to shrivel up later you might regret bragging."

Ginny snorted quietly. "Last year I figured out how to adjust my Bat-Bogey Hex to a different part of a bloke's anatomy," she said. "Bill won't be cursing anything if he knows what's good for him."

"I'm really glad I'm not on your bad side," Harry mumbled against Ginny's hair. Everyone settled in, Ginny taking the stuffed oversized chair that was the most comfortable piece of furniture in the room. She scooted over to make room for Harry and he was struck with the memory of the first time he'd tried to share with her, when he and the rest of the Arrows had come drinking in Ginny's flat. He was still smiling as he sat down and Ginny promptly put her legs over his lap.

"What's funny?" she asked.

Harry shrugged. "I'm just glad you're sharing this seat with me now." He lowered his voice. "I want to do things here other than just sit when everyone's gone."

Ginny shivered. "We can kick them out now; they know I'm okay."

"Heh," responded Harry. "And deny Hermione the chance to ask a million questions?"

Fred and George had nearly as many questions as Hermione, it turned out. While Hermione and Bill were interested in the precise magical reasons that the poster was able to jog Harry's memory so completely, the twins were fascinated with the business prospects from both an expanded line of posters as well as what they were already calling their 'sexy sleepwear' line. Angelina and Katie were making a list of just what they'd like in a pair of pajamas and Fleur drifted over to talk to them about sexual positions and whether it would be possible to charm the bottoms to contort the wearer into the correct shape on their own. That just left Ron looking rather sheepishly at Harry and Ginny.

"I'm sorry about all this," he said to Ginny, gesturing to the room. "I should have trusted that you could take care of yourself." He smirked. "Although I'm kind of glad that I didn't know that you weren't exactly taking care of yourself." Ron seemed to realize what he'd just said and turned bright red while Harry and Ginny laughed at him. He looked around.

"But where did the coffee go?" he asked. "I sent you a cup with a note yesterday and it floated outside your door because it couldn't get through the wards. But later they were gone and I figured you'd respond to me then."

"Probably still stuck inside the wards," said Ginny. She waved her wand and a mug of coffee, a piece of parchment, and three of Ron's terrier Patronuses whooshed into the room. "It wouldn't be very secure if things just sat in plain view outside a warded area, would it?"

"Nice one, Ginny," Bill called from across the room. "It took me over five minutes to figure out what exactly you'd done, and another five to break through."

Harry and saw the small smile play about GInny's lips and he knew she was pleased with her brother's praise. She shrugged. "I have learned a few things over the years," she said lightly.

"More than a few, I'd say," called George. He and Fred had the poster propped against the coffee table and were shooting various spells at it. So far, it hadn't said anything Harry hadn't heard before, and after accepting the laughing admiration for SIX, he started to relax and think about how much longer it was going to take to get everyone out of Ginny's flat again. For there was no question that they were all going to leave and he was going to stay. He'd send Dam a message planning to meet him at the stadium to train, and he knew he'd be expected to play in the team's final four matches before Christmas, but until then, he intended to spend every moment with Ginny.

She seemed to have the same idea. Ginny's legs moved restlessly across his and by the third time her wiggling caused her thigh to "accidentally" brush against his waist Harry grabbed her leg and held it there. She looked at him with a smirk and Harry stared back, suddenly not caring at all about their company. Ginny licked her lips and Harry leaned in, cupping the back of her neck to pull her closer until he was able to pull her all the way into his lap.

And Potter Wants to Catch the Snitch Again! Does He Mind An Audience?

Harry started to break his kiss with Ginny but she grabbed him and pulled him back to her. "Let them watch," she said quietly. "I bet they won't be here long."

Indeed, there was suddenly a lot of throat-clearing and rustling and comments that we really need to get home from around the room. Harry looked up and caught Ron's eye, and then Hermione's. "Thank you both," he said fervently. "For not letting me make a total bollocks of things when I was, you know."

"We would have kept fighting for you too, mate," Ron said. He looked at Ginny. "You know that, right?"

Ginny nodded solemnly. "I do," she said. She turned to the rest of her brothers.

"Fred, George, I can't believe I'm saying this, but . . . thank you. If it wasn't for your brilliant inventing I don't know what would have happened with Harry's memory."

"Thank you," Fred responded. He held up the poster. "We'll leave this here for now but damn, it's going to make us a fortune." He and George gave each other another high-five.

"And Bill, thank you," Ginny said.

Bill looked confused. "For what?"

"For not treating me like a kid who isn't old enough to have a boyfriend," said Ginny. Bill sighed.

"It's not easy, I'll admit," he said. "But I'm happy for you both." He put his arm around Fleur. "And I think I have to get a pair of those pajamas."

Everyone left quickly after that ,and if the wards Ginny put up weren't quite as strong as the ones from before, they were close. After she put down her wand she turned to straddle Harry's lap. "I think we don't need to worry about any more interruptions," she said, bending down to kiss him. "When do you have to be back with the team?"

"Day after tomorrow," Harry said. He lifted his hips and Ginny nestled more snugly into his erection. "And I intend to make sure we cover every position on these pajamas before then."