Author's Note: And so here we are, the penultimate chapter of consummation. ;) Many thanks to all who have helped with this baby - from the hand holding and the cheerleading, everyone over at the Ginny Lover's Discord has been amazing. Special shout out to Narukoibito for her beta assist, as well as to Bumlewis for her constant demand for new chapters, sometimes even before I had them finished! And thank you, dear reader, for following Harry and Ginny along this journey. This chapter is hefty, and I hope it does not disappoint. There will be an epilogue that hopefully paves way for the sequel. I guess I'm not done with these blasted Muggles, yet. ;)
Chapter 10:
There was a healthy round of applause as Harry finished speaking; it was the end of June, and the newest Sports Center had opened in Dawlish. After only a slight delay, the construction crew had done the impossible and got the Center opened and ready for business. This was the official 'for the press' opening Ian had insisted they have to help get the word out about their newest endeavor. Harry didn't mind the actual opening, but hated having to give a speech. He always tried to make it short and sweet. And he always made sure they had an open bar and free food to keep people from asking him too many questions.
His eyes caught a flash of red in his peripheral vision, and he turned his head to watch Ginny moving smoothly through the crowd. She, along with the other employees, was handing out pamphlets and information packets to the press and other interested parties. As though feeling his eyes on her, Ginny looked toward the small stage they'd erected, and he saw her smile grow wider. She gave a surreptitious little wave with her hand as she reached up to put her hair behind her ear. He couldn't help the way his heart beat faster or the way he suddenly wanted to be alone with her. With the Center getting ready to open, they'd had very little time to delve into their budding relationship, but from just the short weeks they'd spent together, Harry was happier than he had ever been in his life.
"The press will wonder why you've gone all dreamy-eyed, Harry, if you don't watch it," his godfather's voice said in his ear, and Harry turned to grin at Sirius.
"The press is too busy getting their free drinks on," Harry said, nodding at the group of sportswriters and other media types that had already started to wander towards the large white tent at the back of the Center.
Sirius grinned. "Good speech. Ginny help you with that?"
Harry grinned as they walked off the stage. "She did. How could you tell?"
"Your joke about the falling footballs was a little too full of…innuendo. I must say, I enjoy her influence on you."
Harry laughed and saw Ron and Hermione heading towards them. Sirius and Ron shook hands as they met, and Harry introduced Sirius to Hermione. Harry had to bite back a laugh as Sirius kissed Hermione's hand and turned on the Black charm. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry.
"He does realize she's married, right? To me?"
"It never stops him, Ron. Just go with it."
Hermione giggled, and then to Harry's surprise she blushed. Sirius winked at Harry and asked what they wanted to drink.
"I'll brave the thirsty hoards, so my godson doesn't have to accidentally speak to one of them," his godfather offered. "Hermione, would you like to assist me?"
"Oh, um, yes, I'd love too," Hermione said breathlessly. Harry saw Ron frown and tugged on his best friend's arm.
"Just go with it, Ron. He's doing it to wind you up a bit."
Sirius winked again, and the two headed off. Ron shook his head at Harry.
"Hermione never reacts to blokes like that. I have half a mind to tell your godfather where to go. But I won't, because you're right. Think he's testing me?"
"Hmm?" Harry said absently. He had caught sight of Ginny again. He hadn't had time to appreciate her outfit before – a lovely strapless, summer dress, that was yellow with tiny, purple flowers. It tucked in at the waist and showed off all of her rather lovely attributes. Attributes that Harry knew he needed to spend more time getting to know and soon.
They were taking it slow, as they had both agreed. Most nights they either hung out at her flat (Harry always made sure to leave before things got too far) or had dinner at Harry's place (Sirius had started inviting Ginny over for dinner more and more). They talked while playing board games or joined Remus and Dora for movie night sometimes. It was nice, just getting to know her. They had only told his household and Ron (since Hermione already knew) about the two of them seeing each other. But Harry knew the time was coming for when it would be necessary to tell all of the Weasleys. He hoped they would approve. Ron seemed to think he was worrying about nothing, which made Harry relax, but still…she had so many brothers. And they were all so… tall.
"Earth to Harry?" Ron was saying, waving his hand in front of his face. Harry turned his attention back to his friend, feeling a blush heat his skin.
"Boy, do you have it bad. You know, if you'd just listened to me at the start, you two could have saved yourself a lot of hassle."
Harry grinned at his friend. "How many times do I have to say that you were right, Ron? You were unbelievably, completely, and utterly right. Your sister and I make a brilliant match. I bow to your wisdom in all things."
Ron chuckled and clapped him on the back. "I will never get tired of hearing you say that. But still, you don't need to look like a love-sick puppy all the time, do you? She is still my sister."
"Yes, I am, and I'll quite frankly tell you to shut up, brother. I like his lovesick face the best, I think."
Ginny had come up behind them and wrapped her arm around Harry's shoulder, momentarily blocking Ron from seeing what she was doing. Harry saw the brief flash of her smile before her lips were on his, and he sighed into her kiss. She pulled back after a moment and used her finger to wipe off the lipstick she'd left.
"Can't have that, or everyone will want to know who you're snogging," she murmured.
"Sod everyone," Harry said, trying to pull her in closer. "I'll just say your name is Red."
"Oi! Right here, Harry. And keep your hands where I can see them, Ginny," Ron said, sounding exasperated. "Also, here come the drinks."
Harry saw Sirius and Hermione returning with a tray full of beverages. Ginny linked her hand with his momentarily and then smiled. "I reckon I should get back to work. See you later at the flat? I'll cook. I think we should eat in tonight. If you catch my drift."
Harry felt a shiver at the sound of promise in her voice. What Ginny said was innocent enough, but…he loved the devilish look in her eyes. They hadn't shagged yet, but they were close, he knew it. He nodded dumbly as he thought about it, and she snorted as she tussled his hair briefly. She waved to Sirius and Hermione and headed back towards the tent and the crowd. Harry knew Ian had them doing something with the press – showcasing their expertise or something – but he suddenly wished the whole event was over. He wanted to be with his girlfriend. Naked. And alone together. He shook himself as Sirius gave him a knowing look, but had wisely chosen not to tease him. Only Sirius knew the two of them had waited. Harry was sure Ron probably thought they were shagging like bunnies or something. Or maybe Ron tried not to think of it at all, actually.
Harry sighed and looked at his watch. Just a few more hours. He had a feeling that their 'taking it slow' mantra was about to change. Harry realized he didn't even feel nervous, and he marveled at the concept. He felt the familiar swooping motion in his stomach at the idea of being with Ginny. He couldn't wait.
o-o-o-o-o
"Heading over to Ginny's tonight, Harry?" His uncle asked as he came into the kitchen. Harry nodded as he made a bee-line for the coffee maker. He figured a little afternoon pick-me up wouldn't hurt.
"It's a big night, isn't it?" Sirius said, coming in after Harry. "I saw that look she gave you earlier."
Harry tried to make his face a mask of neutral innocence but knew he'd failed when Sirius snickered.
"Okay, here's your chance, godson. You have two very capable bachelors in front of you, with loads of experience between them at pleasing a woman. Ask your questions."
Remus shook his head at Sirius. "Ignore him, Harry. But…if there are any questions you have, please feel free to ask them."
Harry grimaced at them. "You two gave me the talk ages ago, thank you. And I have had sex before, you know. Honestly."
"Yeah, but maybe you should have a refresher course," Sirius said, settling in at the table.
"A refresher course? Has sex changed? It's only been…" Harry paused and counted in his head how long it had been for him, exactly. Minus talking about sex and having a wank with Ginny on the phone…Harry frowned. Maybe he should take them up on their offer.
"Oh, there he goes. His brain is on high alert. Okay, Moony, you go first. Tell him about that thing you do to Dora that makes her grunt and moan really loudly."
Harry put his hands over his ears. "Sirius! I don't need to know specifics! And…besides…" Harry paused as he watched his uncle calmly raised an eyebrow at his friend. "I've never heard Dora grunt. Thank God."
"That's because your bedroom is across the hall, and you sleep like the dead."
Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed three cups, one for each of them. As soon as they were all settled, Harry looked at his family. "Okay, I don't need technique advice, thank you, but…all-around advice, yeah?"
Sirius rubbed his hands together in glee and nodded.
His uncle smiled at him. "I am going to assume you and Ginny are at least comfortable with each other by now?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, we've er, been getting closer. Loads of snogging, and hands, and things…not completely undressed, but, you know...a few shirts might have gone astray."
"No oral?" Sirius asked, and Harry's skin heated as he wondered why he was even sitting there. Oh, yeah, he wanted to make sure Ginny, and he had a fantastic first time. Right.
"She, er, that is, one time she did me, when it got too...um, intense, but I haven't had the pleasure of doing her yet," Harry said. It was still a sore point of his, to be honest. He'd been more than willing, but Ginny always managed to distract him with something else.
"Does she have a hang-up about it?" Sirius asked as he took a drink of his coffee.
"I don't think so, but maybe. She hasn't actually said. But I should probably find out, shouldn't I?"
His uncle shrugged. "It could be she doesn't like it, some women don't."
Sirius snorted into his coffee cup. "Not many I've met, but then again, they had the pleasure of being with me, so of course they loved it."
Harry shook his head. "Let's get back on track here?"
"Don't rush anything, Harry. Find out what she likes, how she likes to be touched. She'll tell you or let you know, hopefully. Try to pay attention to things, like how she breathes or the sounds she makes. It'll be better the more you two talk to each other," his uncle said, kindly.
"Yeah, communication is key," Sirius said, nodding his head. "But then again, just grabbing her and going for it can be fun, too. That's how it was with Zee and me our first time."
Zee was Sirius's new lady friend. He refused to acknowledge they were actually dating, insisting it was just shagging with benefits, but Harry had the feeling that Sirius really liked her. He wondered how long it would be before Sirius actually introduced her to everyone.
"From what I can see, you and Ginny have great chemistry, so just go for it. Don't let any anxieties or nerves get in the way," Sirius was saying, looking earnest for a change. "I know you want it to be fantastic the first time, but sometimes it isn't. Just take the time to know each other. I mean, I know that's why you two waited, so you know each other better, but you have to take time to know each other physically, too. Also, go have a wank."
Harry blinked at his godfather. "Er, what?"
"Have a wank. It'll relax you and make it so you don't explode before she's even got her kit off."
Harry looked at his uncle in disbelief, but Remus appeared to be agreeing with his godfather.
"It will take the edge off, perhaps?" His uncle offered, his mouth twitching in amusement.
Harry just looked at them both, feeling discombobulated. Sirius smiled kindly at him.
"Harry, what happened the first time you slept with Cho?"
"Um, er, well…" Harry stopped and thought about it. "Oh my god, you two are right. Why did you two never let me in on this before?"
"You didn't exactly tell us you were going to sleep with Cho if you remember. You do like to keep things to yourself sometimes, much to my chagrin," Sirius said, shrugging.
"But I mean, I was 17, I just thought, this is what happens…but…afterward, it was easier the second time, I mean, lasting longer. Wow." Harry felt as though he had just learned the most significant secret the world had never told him.
Sirius got up and clapped him on the back. "I love you, Harry. Never change. Remus? You want to go out for some air?"
Harry shook his head but was thankful for his godfather's less than subtle way of giving him some privacy. He headed up to his bedroom and decided a shower was in order. A nice long one.
o-o-o-o-o
"Come in, Harry," Ginny's voice called out as he made his way up the stairs to her flat. Her door was open, and he could smell what could only be described as an amazing amalgamation of some of his favorite scents. He closed the door behind him, and Ginny waved from the kitchen. He put the stuff she'd asked for on the counter and took a deep breath.
"That smells incredible, what are we having?"
"French onion soup a la Ginny. My own personal recipe, mind you, not my Mum's, and a nice hearty salad and for afters…" Ginny paused dramatically and then lifted a cover off of a large plate. "Treacle Tart from me to you, Harry."
"Brilliant!" Harry said, smiling. He lowered his face down to the plate that held the tart and took a deep breath. "Oh, god, Ginny, this smells fantastic."
She grinned and then put the cover back over it. "For later, Harry. Did you bring the coffee?"
"Is the sky blue?" Harry asked, reaching over to the bag and pulling out a small container of his favorite beans. "Want me to get it all set now? We can just turn it on later."
Ginny nodded. "The soup's almost ready. I thought we could have some wine with the meal first."
"I do like the way your mind works," Harry said, smiling. He got busy making the coffee while Ginny finished putting the salad together. They worked in companionable silence for a moment, and Ginny turned to look at him.
"Should I be worried that you haven't kissed me hello yet?" she asked, sounding playful.
Harry smiled and finished pouring water into the coffee maker. He moved quickly to her side and lowered his mouth to hers. After a wonderful passing of many minutes, or maybe it was for many sunlit days, Ginny pulled away first, looking flushed.
"Hi, Harry."
"Hi, Ginny."
They grinned widely at each other, and probably would have continued to do so indefinitely if the timer hadn't decided to go off. Ginny smirked and blushed, shaking her head. "Soup's done."
"Brilliant," Harry said again, watching her. He suddenly didn't feel all that hungry and watched as she scooted past him, taking the salad to the table. His eyes lingered on her backside, and he swallowed loudly.
"We're eating first," Ginny said, laughing at him. "In the cupboard next to you, there are two large soup bowls; think you can get it together enough to serve us something?"
Harry chuckled and did as she asked. He carried the bowls over to the table, and Ginny grabbed the wine. She poured him a glass and then herself. They both started putting the salad on their plates.
"How did the rest of your day go?" Harry asked.
"Fine. Ian eventually let us out of his sight. I went to the shops, lingered in the shower," Ginny paused, raising her eyebrow at him as his fork fell onto his plate with a clatter. "And then started making dinner. Which is why we are eating. I slaved for this food, Harry Potter, and you'd better enjoy it."
"I'm sure it's fantastic," Harry murmured, his mind still thinking about her in the shower. He absentmindedly put a spoonful of the soup into his mouth and then blinked over at her. The sweet taste of the onion and the savory broth filled his senses, almost making him want to swoon.
"This is the best french onion soup I have ever had."
Ginny looked proud and grinned. "Great! I was actually worried because you said you liked a good french onion and I didn't want to disappoint you. Also, I figured it wouldn't be so bad later if we both had onion breath." She wagged her eyebrows at him, and Harry laughed.
"I also brought a toothbrush," Harry admitted, feeling his skin heat. "I mean, you know, in case I…"
"Fall asleep all by your lonesome on the settee?"
"Yeah, something like that," Harry said chuckling. "You know I am all about dental hygiene, Ginny."
"Hmm, yes, I think you mentioned that. Never. But it's good to know for future reference."
Ginny took a drink of her wine and looked at him over the top of her glass. Harry smiled unabashedly at her and kept eating. They soon finished, and Ginny offered to pack up the rest of the soup for him to take back to Sirius and Remus.
"Maybe I'll just have it for breakfast," Harry said as they sat on the settee.
"French onion soup for breakfast, Harry? Really?"
He chuckled and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto his lap. The sweet scent of her floral hair hit him, and he sighed as he nuzzled his nose against her neck.
"Don't you want your coffee and dessert?" Ginny said a little while later, sounding breathless. By now, Harry had figured out how to kiss her precisely right.
"It'll keep," Harry said, letting his hand slowly move under her tee-shirt. Her skin was cool to the touch as she moved closer to him. His hand migrated up even higher, knowing she had an extra sensitive spot along her side.
Ginny sighed happily and started kissing his neck. "Or maybe you think I'm your dessert tonight."
"Hmm, maybe," Harry said, loving the little sighs she made as he stroked her body. His fingers were splayed upwards, just barely touching the swell of her breast. He felt her mouth close around his ear lobe and smiled as she briefly teased him with a slight tug.
"Should we stop and brush our teeth?" Ginny asked, her voice soft in his ear.
"Later. You taste great."
"Really? Onion-Ginny is great tasting?" She pulled her head back and looked at him, a look of amusement in her eyes.
"Onion-Ginny is the best bloody tasting thing in the world. Now shut up, and let's snog some more."
"Hmm, Harry, so forceful. I was wondering when you'd show up."
Harry finally pulled his mouth away and looked at her. "Is that what you want for tonight?"
"Maybe. Maybe it's what I need. Like how you were on the phone."
They gazed at each other, each taking in deep breaths. Unasked questions seem to settle between them then, and Ginny eventually kissed him again, her hands straying to his hair. Harry shivered as her nails traveled down the back of his neck. She shifted closer to him, and he knew she could feel how much he wanted her. She rested her head against his forehead, her eyes meeting his.
"Let's make love, Harry. We're ready. I'm ready. And I want you so badly." Her lips captured his again, and he felt his heart beat even faster now. Both of his hands were under her shirt, holding onto her back. He pulled her closer until he could feel her breasts against his chest as she pushed her hips against his erection.
Harry shifted until he had a better grip on her, turning her to the side and then lifted them both up. He wobbled only briefly and gave her what he knew was a cocky grin. Ginny laughed in response and threw her head back as he carried her towards her bedroom. They had slept together, as in actual sleeping, so Harry knew his way around her bedroom. He didn't need to flip on the light switch as he entered. He lay her down on the bed, the light from the side window painting them both in shadows. He shook his head as he squinted down at her.
"This won't do, I want to see you."
Ginny looked towards her bedside table. "I put out some candles."
Harry nodded and lit the small collection she'd put together. A warm, soft glow filled the room, and when he turned back to her, Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. He stared in fascination as the light hit the more fiery aspects of her hair. The purring feeling he always felt in his chest around her suddenly erupted into action, and his stomach swooped in anticipation. He kicked off his shoes and then his socks. Harry pulled his shirt off as he approached the bed, not even feeling the least bit apprehensive.
Ginny stuck her tongue between her teeth and smiled at him. "My, my. You are self-assured tonight. What's got into you?"
Harry leaned over her, moving very slowly until she was forced to lie back against the edge of the bed. He lowered his mouth until he was almost touching her, and he gazed into her eyes until he saw the amusement change into desire. Ginny took a deep breath, her warm eyes filling with emotion.
"You," Harry said, and then he brought his mouth quickly down to hers, and everything was just…bliss.
They moved like one, their hands and fingers and lips and soft sighs all mingling. Harry wasn't sure how it happened, but eventually, Ginny ended up on top, and she looked down at him, her lips pink and full from their kisses. Her tee-shirt had been lost somewhere along the way, and he could see her nipples, dark against the pale cream color of her bra. He swallowed roughly and brought his eyes up to her face. From the first time Harry had seen her in that nightclub, it had been leading to this. This moment. He knew it, somehow. Their letters, their connection, their half-meetings of misunderstandings, everything that had happened had brought them to this moment. Ginny watched his face and nodded, running her hand alongside his face, cupping it. She pushed the fringe off his face, letting her fingers linger in his hair.
"I know," she murmured.
"Ginny, I…"
"Shh, Harry. I feel it, too." She brought her mouth down to his and kissed the side of his face, slowly kissing a trail to his ear. "You can call me Red if you want," she whispered.
Harry shook his head. "No, you're Ginny. You've always been Ginny."
She half-moaned in his ear, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against his body. Harry wanted to feel all of her. He moved his hand around to her back and only struggled with clasp slightly, feeling hugely proud of that fact. Ginny winked at him as she sat back up and removed her bra for him. He drank in her body, and he brought his head up to her breast, taking one taut nipple into his mouth. She sighed and wrapped her hands into his hair. After giving each breast his attention, Harry pulled away and looked up at her.
"Having these bloody glasses on is a pain in the arse, but I can't help it. I want to see all of you."
Ginny giggled and looked down at him. She sat back and moved away for a moment, slipping her jeans off. Harry licked his lips as she stood there in front of him. He met her eyes and nodded. She slipped the cream-colored knickers she'd worn down over her hips, and they landed at her feet. Harry felt all the blood in his body, traveling deliriously in one direction as he gazed at her. She was…fantastic. In all of his would-be fantasies about Red, nothing could compare to the realness of the woman in front of him. The gentle swell of her hips, the freckles that teased and winked at him as they dotted the rest of her body, the dark, rosy color of her nipples and the way she was now watching him look at her, half-emboldened and half-anxious, pushing her hair off of her face in a gesture he had come to know well.
"Ugng," he said unintelligently, unable to articulate a single thought. Ginny smiled and came back to the bed, shaking her head at him.
"Breathe, Harry. I'm just a girl."
"You're more than that," Harry said as she settled on him again. He moved his hands upwards, taking both of her breasts into his hands. Ginny let her head loll back, pushing forward against his hips. He loved the freckled look of her skin and let one of his hands move downwards. He knew she was ticklish over her stomach and avoided that area – he didn't want to tickle her. He knew there were other things that were a far better use of his time.
He let his fingers discover the soft yet rough feel of the hair between her legs, only a slightly darker red than on her head. He slipped a finger downward, feeling the soft swell of her sex and parted her with his fingers. Ginny brought her head back up and looked at him, her need written on her face. He continued to rub her, his thumb flicking against her, causing her body to grow hot and wet almost immediately. She watched him, her gaze intense. He'd touched her like this only once before, and at that time, he hadn't been in the right position to enjoy the view. Harry watched her as he manipulated her, noticing the way she bit her lip when he speeded up his thumb… the way she sighed as he slowed down.
Ginny's hand came to rest around his arm, as though trying to guide him. "What do you need?" he asked, wanting to know her body like she did.
"Fingers," she said softly. "More fingers." She shifted so that he had more room, and he moved his other hand to her hip to hold her in place. His fingers strayed downwards, and he slipped one inside of her. After a moment, she nodded, and he moved another one in. He felt her clench her body around him and kept up the persistent movement of his thumb on her clit. Adding a third digit, Harry watched her as he fingered her and thought he had never seen anything as sexy as her.
Cho had never been big on foreplay, something Harry had always regretted. But he knew Ginny liked it – could even tell that, quite simply, she loved it – she was already making soft, rising moans as he thrust his fingers deeper into her. Harry was content to make her come just like this – with only his hand and her own body shifting on top of his. He watched as she brought her own hands to her breasts and started teasing her own nipples, her eyes closed in concentration. Harry paid attention to what she was doing, making a note of it for later.
"Ginny." He said her name once, his voice low. She opened her eyes, and they blazed with the fire he knew was inside of her. He sped up his hand and felt her shudder even as she began to rock her hips against him.
"Are you going to come for me?"Harry asked, surprised at the steadiness of his own voice. He felt anything but steady, just watching her begin to come undone was doing everything to him.
"Yes," Ginny breathed, shifting so that she was practically riding his hand. One, two, three more steady flicks of his thumb, and she was suddenly moaning, low and wanton. Harry gripped her hip, his hand wide against the smallness of her waist as she jerked forward, his name falling out of her mouth as she came. Her head fell forward, and he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her as she gripped his arm. She finally stopped moving, and he slowed his own movement, finally withdrawing from her body. She lifted up her head and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Harry," she murmured, and she bent her mouth down to his, kissing him soundly. He removed his hand from between her legs and then pushed her back onto the bed.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, and finally removed his glasses, setting them aside. He moved his head down to her breast, tasting one and then the other, licking at her freckles as he moved down her stomach.
"Harry," she breathed, sounding pleasantly sated. She propped her head up a moment later as he continued his downward trek.
"It's okay, Harry, you don't have to…"
Her hands were suddenly in his hair, tugging his face back up. He looked at her fuzzy expression and shook his head.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to. Let me taste you."
Before she could argue with him, he was pushing her legs apart and bringing his face close to her sex. He breathed in deeply and felt thoroughly aroused. He loved the way she smelled – he looked up at her and knew she was fretting from the movement of her head. He could almost make out the worried frown on her face. Harry sighed and moved back up. This wouldn't do at all. His hand found his glasses after a few stumbling moments, and he frowned when he could finally see her.
"What is it?" he asked. "Do you not like it when…" he gestured towards her body.
"Um, no. I mean, I've er, been told it's not that er, well," Ginny stuttered, a blush working its way across her body. "I've been told blokes don't really like it all that much."
Harry settled down next to her, turning her face towards his. "What idiot told you that?"
"Michael. And Dean," Ginny said, looking away. Harry frowned.
"Well, this bloke likes it, and since those two pillocks aren't in this bloody bed with us, they can very well just stuff it."
Ginny turned back to him, searching his face. He touched his thumb to her lip, and after a moment, she took it into her mouth, slowly moving downwards.
"Let me do this for you."
Ginny nodded as she pulled her mouth back up, kissing the inside of his hand. "I just don't… that is, if you hate the way I taste, just…it's okay, if you stop. I mean, I won't feel let down or anything. Honest."
Harry shook his head at her. "Close your eyes, Ginny."
After a moment, she complied, and he took his glasses off again. He moved his mouth down to her ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. She sighed, and he felt her hands in his hair again as she relaxed. Harry closed his own eyes as he spoke to her. He needed to encourage her and used the only thing he knew would work – his voice.
"I'm going to kiss my way down your incredible body, and I'm going to hook your amazing legs around my shoulders, and then I am going to make you come so hard that you are going to see stars. You smell fantastic, Red, and you are going to taste even better, I know it."
Ginny made a soft whimpering noise, and Harry reopened his eyes, gazing at her. Her brow was furrowed slightly as though still worried, and he really had half a mind to go find her previous lovers and knock them on their arses for making her this worked up about her own body. Harry knew he had to show her that he meant what he'd said.
He kissed a trail down her torso, slowly at first, her hands still gently touching his hair. He caressed her with his mouth and his hands, as though she were the most precious thing in the world. And she was to him. He paused to tell her.
"Ginny, your body is brilliant, and your skin is so soft, and I can't seem to stop tasting it, kissing it, touching it…you are so precious to me." He nipped at her sensitive, ticklish area with his teeth, and she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.
When he reached her middle, he used his hand to gently push her legs apart, noticing the flare of her blush as she started to worry again. He looked up at her.
"Keep your eyes closed if it helps. Just let go," Harry suggested, and lowered his head down and took in a long, full breath. "God, you smell so amazing, Gin. It's better than treacle tart, and it just makes me want to do this…" Harry lowered his mouth to her and kissed the inside of her thigh. She started to move away, and he wondered if she even realized she'd done it, but he used his hand to hold her in place. He brought his mouth closer to her and then parted her folds with his tongue, taking his first taste. Harry felt his body tighten in response – she was salty and sweet, and it was like the most delectable honey to him. He used his other hand to hook her legs over his shoulder and then set about making her forget everything but him.
Harry could dimly hear her sharp intake of breath as his mouth briefly closed around the round pearl of her sex. He was utterly focused on her, moving his tongue slowly around her, teasing and tasting her. He remembered Sirius's advice about enjoying his partner as though he were eating an ice cream cone and used long, languorous flicks of his tongue around her. He used his lips to kiss her intimately, and he heard Ginny moan softly, which spurred him on.
Harry kept a steady pace and was rewarded by Ginny's hands in his hair again, this time tugging at him for an entirely different reason. He knew he had succeeded with pleasing her when she moved her legs further apart of her own accord, starting to writhe underneath him. He released his hold on her hip and moved his hand upward, toward her breasts. She moaned rather loudly as he teased her nipple with his fingers exactly as she had done to herself earlier.
Harry used his mouth to suckle her clit again, and he was rewarded by one of her heels digging into his back. Using his other hand, he used his fingers to open her up wider, and she keened loudly, tugging harshly on the back of his head. He thrust his fingers inside of her as his mouth closed around her, and she cried out, arching underneath him. He felt her body shudder and heard his name being called as she came, which was like music to his ears. But Harry did not release her, and continued what he was doing until she whimpered, her legs falling loosely beside him. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away and rested his face against her thigh, taking in a deep breath.
He heard Ginny murmuring to herself and climbed up the length of her body to look at her. He found his glasses again and was pleased to see her hair in a tangled mess around her head, her eyes covered and her pink, kissable lips looked flushed and full. Harry lowered himself down and kissed her. Her eyes opened in surprise, and he felt her arms wrap around him after a moment.
"Harry, that was…oh my God, I never…that…ugh," Ginny muttered, looking up at him in wonder.
"Ugh?" he asked, smirking at her. She frowned as she pushed her hair out of the way.
"I am...unable to form thoughts just yet, hang on," she paused, and then grinned at him. "Git."
Harry chuckled and nuzzled her neck. He watched her breasts rise and fall, feeling fascinated with her body's reaction. He was ecstatic she was so responsive to what he had done; the joyful feeling pulsed inside of him. His sex life with Cho may have just been adequate, but she too had always liked it when he did that. When she had allowed him to do. Harry was just glad he hadn't lost his touch.
"Hey," Ginny said softly, touching his face. "You are brilliant, do you know that?"
"Well, I'll take that over 'ugh.'"
Ginny snorted at him, and he lay down next to her, seemingly unable to stop touching her. He put one hand around her waist, pulling her closer. She wrapped her hand around his and brought it up to her mouth, kissing his fingers. She closed her eyes as she breathed in.
"I don't taste awful, then?" she asked when she opened her eyes again.
"Hardly," Harry said, moving even closer to her. "In fact, my new favorite dessert is now you. Sod the bloody treacle."
Ginny giggled, and they shifted together. She looked down at his body as though just realizing he still had his trousers on. "You're a tad overdressed for all this, Harry. Come on, let's see it then."
Harry felt his skin heat and shook his head at her. Ginny grinned rather cheekily back at him. He stood up and removed the rest of his clothes. His natural inclination was to cover himself, but he bravely waited as her eyes took him in. His body responded immediately to the intensity of her look. She licked her lips and then met his eyes.
"You know, I don't think a person can fully appreciate how fit you are under those baggy clothes you like to wear. You've honestly kept in excellent shape, Harry."
Harry lay back on the bed and reached for her. "I'm glad you approve, Miss Weasley. You can thank your brother."
Ginny groaned and made a face. "No, let's not mention my brother."
Harry laughed. "Okay, sorry. Good point."
He worked his hand into her hair as she settled across him. They gazed at each other, silent understanding passing between them. Ginny turned her head as she moved her hand down his stomach. Harry sucked in a breath as her fingers teased the trail of hair that led from his stomach to his groin.
"Such a happy trail…" Ginny said, sounding breathless. She turned back to meet his eyes. "I feel like I have had too many orgasms tonight, and you haven't had any."
Harry chuckled. "It's not a competition."
Ginny merely raised her eyebrow and gave him a steady look. Harry swallowed roughly, reacting to the hungry glint in her eye. She turned back as her hand reached his hardness, and she touched him. She had an idea how he liked it, having helped him once or twice before, but still, she always checked to make sure it was okay. Harry propped himself up on the back of his hands and nodded. She grinned impertinently and then moved down his body. Her mouth closed around him, and he sighed, letting his head fall back. Harry knew he should stop her – he wanted to come during intercourse, but Ginny's mouth around his body was too good a sensation to give up. He watched her fiery mane of hair as her head moved, and he swore, his fingers digging into the bed cover. She was too bloody good at this.
"Gin, Gin, Gin," Harry moaned, and she paused, turning to look at him.
"Yes, Harry? Do you have something to say?"
She sounded like such a cheeky thing, and he laughed at her, feeling exhilarated. "You can go down on me next time, this time I want more."
Ginny gave him a hard, blazing look for a moment, and he watched her lower her mouth down to his still eager body again. He held his breath as she moved her mouth back and forth. Well, maybe he had been a bit hasty…
Ginny kept her eyes on him, and Harry swore, fumbling for his glasses, yet again. She smiled, her mouth full of…well, him, as he slid them up his nose. She moaned in response, and the vibration of it hit him, causing his breath to catch. She brought her mouth slowly upwards and pulled her hair out of the way, shoving it over her left shoulder.
"Yes, you'll need your glasses for this show," she said, winking, and before Harry could respond, her mouth claimed him for the third time, and it was all he could do to keep from crying out.
Ginny let her eyes flutter closed as she sucked at him, and Harry felt dizzy with sensation. She reached under him, her hands gently squeezing him. Her mouth felt like hot, warm treacle around him, and Harry gripped the bed cover again, his fingers flexing harshly. When her fingers traveled even more under him, he grunted, widening his legs. She teased him mercilessly, barely touching him where he wanted it.
"God, Ginny, fuck," Harry moaned. Her eyes flickered open, and he trembled at the passion he saw in her gaze. Working her tongue slowly upwards, she pulled her mouth away briefly, twirling it around the head of his cock.
"What's the matter? Want more?" she asked impishly. He watched as she brought her hand up to her mouth, wetting her fingers with her saliva and then finally moved her hand back down to him, gently grazing the area he needed. She lowered her mouth down and took one of his balls into her mouth as her finger entered him gently, and Harry knew nothing but complete and utter pleasure.
A few moments of this, and Harry was almost done for – his body was careening towards release. He exhaled loudly, trying to think of anything that would prolong the pleasure. She shifted, and his eyes found hers as she brought her mouth back up and continued on as before, her head lowering and moving back up deliriously slow.
"Faster, please," Harry ground out, almost not able to take it anymore. He could almost feel her smile as she speeded up her movements, and he bucked upwards against his will, suddenly coming without any warning. Harry swore and collapsed back onto the bed as Ginny continued her ministrations. His heart was beating so fast he thought he might actually be having a heart attack if not for the pleasurable feeling spreading through him. Harry popped up his head and watched Ginny use her mouth to clean him off, a bright flash of pink across her face. He reached for her, and she joined him a moment later, settling into his arms.
"Fuck," Harry said again, and Ginny giggled, her nose against his neck, nuzzling him.
"You're lucky I was ready for that, or you could really hurt a girl," she teased, looking at him. Harry was staring at the ceiling, almost completely numb with pleasure.
"I don't usually just explode like that," Harry said, feeling dazed. He tried to focus on her. "You're alright, though, right? I didn't hurt you?"
She shook her head. "I could tell you were close, I was ready. You get the most adorable expression on your face though. I want you to know that."
"I do?"
Ginny nodded and pulled a face that suddenly had him laughing and feeling more than a little embarrassed. "Oh, god, I do not. Please tell me I look suaver than that."
Ginny's eyes filled with mirth. "You look adorable."
Harry shook his head. "I guess I can live with adorable, as long as you think it."
Ginny kissed him, moving closer to him and mingling her legs with his. "It's erotically adorable."
"Oh, well then, that's all right."
They both sighed, and Harry couldn't remember the last time he had ever felt so completely and utterly satisfied.
"Harry?" Ginny asked after a few moments.
"Hmm?"
"Can we take a nap and shag later?"
"Well, I'm not going anywhere now, that's for sure. I'm completely boneless over here, and I feel like putty. It may be a week before I can even stand again."
Ginny snorted and propped her head up to look at him. "Well, I hope you're not boneless for long. A woman has needs that need to be met eventually."
"Duly noted." Harry kissed her, and she settled against him again. He let his lips linger on the top of her head, and he took a deep breath of her always uniquely floral scent. Harry removed his glasses and closed his eyes, holding her close and feeling as though he never wanted to let go.
o-o-o-o-o
Harry was dreaming of soft and warm things, and as he finally gained consciousness, he realized he was someplace very lovely indeed. He and Ginny had shifted during their 'nap.' She was now curled on her side, facing away from him. Harry's body had definitely noticed it was a nice place to be. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, and she murmured softly.
He started trying to wake her up by running a hand along her side. He brought his arm in between them and let his fingers travel over her fantastic arse. He turned and saw his glasses were still next to them and grabbed them, slipping them on. He grinned to himself and lowered his mouth down to where her hips began, placing a small trail of kisses there. She shifted forward, her legs parting, and Harry felt as though he had won the lottery. Moving his mouth down lower, he teased her, puckering his lips and blowing warm breath onto her. She moaned softly, and he let his fingers travel downward, slipping in between her legs.
Harry sighed as he found her warm and wet, and he slowly started to touch her. He watched her body respond, and when he glanced up at her face, she had turned and was watching him. He removed his hand and gave her a wide grin.
"Hi," he said, not even feeling a little bit ashamed.
Her cheeks flushed red, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Hi, yourself. What do you think you're doing?"
"Touching this amazing body that just happens to have awoken something up on my own that needs tending to." They both looked down at Harry's middle and Ginny snorted.
"Hello to you, too," she said, peering down at him. She turned over onto her back, and Harry shifted until he was leaning over her, resting his weight on his hands. They gazed at each other for a moment. Ginny reached out with her hand and cupped his face.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"I think, that is…I am fairly sure," she paused, seemingly nervous about something.
"What is it?" He kissed her hand and leaned into her touch. He moved his other hand to her hair, spreading it out behind her.
"Before we…do this, I wanted you to know, I… I love you."
Harry stopped what he was doing and met her gaze. He felt too many emotions at once and shook his head. He saw the flash of disappointment cross her face and swore.
"No, Ginny, I didn't mean it like that, I just…I feel overwhelmed suddenly." He sat back, and she followed, sitting up in front of him.
"I know, I didn't mean to make this…heavier, but I wanted you to know. Before we do anything else."
Harry pulled her to him until she was in his arms and kissed her forehead. "It's not heavier. It's just right. I think I love you, too."
Ginny tightened her arms around him. "I…I never told anyone else that before. I mean, anyone else that wasn't related to me." She pulled her head away and gave him a fierce look. "You've completely changed me, Harry. I don't feel like being cautious or afraid anymore. I want everything that life can throw at me as long as you're next to me."
"I know what you mean," Harry said because he did. Knowing that she was there for him, with him, it meant the world to him. He had never felt this way about anyone else, either. His feelings for Cho, although they had been sweet and young and what he thought he had wanted, were, in retrospect, a pale comparison to what he had with Ginny. She had become his world without even trying.
"You're stuck with me then, because I feel the same way, and Sirius always used to tell me that whenever I finally decided to fall it was going to be hard and fast and forever."
Ginny gazed at him in understanding and then smirked as she sat up. "Don't tease. Hard and fast and forever sound just about perfect right now."
Harry chuckled and then released her as she lay back on the bed. He watched her hand moving down the front of her body and the feeling in the room changed – as though a live wire had been introduced into it. He watched her skin flush with arousal and felt heady with desire.
"Your eyes get darker when you're really turned on," she said softly, watching him. "Do you know how many times after our dates I've had to lie here, thinking of you touching me? Wanting to feel you moving inside me?"
Harry shook his head, not trusting his voice. One of her hands teased her nipples as her other one darted between her legs. She arched her head back, a slight moan escaping. Harry felt full of wanton needs and felt his breath catch, suddenly wanting to be inside her more than anything.
He glanced around and spied his trousers on the floor and got off the bed quickly, grabbing them from the floor. Ginny turned her head to watch him. Recognizing what he needed, she smiled at him.
"I have a whole box on the side table. I bought them special. But don't let that go to your head."
Harry dropped his trousers to the floor again and turned to open her drawer. He smiled as he saw her Rabbit staring boldly up at him. He glanced over his shoulder at her.
"You are a minx." He lifted the vibrator out of the drawer and showed it to her. "Do you think you'll need it tonight?"
Ginny smiled at him and turned on her side. "We could use it if you wanted."
"I do have fond memories of this thing," Harry said, snickering.
"Wanna watch me?"
Harry blinked at her, knowing he probably looked utterly gobsmacked. "Er, um, is there a better phrase to use than 'hell yes?'"
Ginny laughed, the sound of her amusement doing something to his insides that he didn't think he would ever get tired of. He handed her the toy and then grabbed one of the condoms from the drawer.
"How does it work?" Harry asked, watching her as he settled back on the bed.
Ginny grinned and moved so that she was sitting up, her knees apart. She pressed a small button on the handle, and the toy flared to life. He remembered the buzzing noise well and felt his skin heat. He reached out to touch it, and Ginny smirked, handing it to him.
"Is it…" he paused as his fingers touched the soft, almost skin-like feel of the covering. "It's soft and warm."
Ginny nodded. "And fast, but sometimes it does make one miss the human touch, so no worries about being replaced, ever, Harry." She pushed the button on the handle again, and the buzzing noise only increased, and Harry laughed.
"Blimey, I already feel insufficient."
Ginny turned off the toy immediately and tossed it aside. Her expression grew serious. "Then I'll not use it. I don't want you thinking that at all."
Harry gave her a look and handed it back to her. "No, go on. Pretend I'm not here. Or, better yet, close your eyes. I can talk you through it."
"Just for a warm-up," Ginny said, nodding at him. He watched as she lowered the toy down to her sex and slipped it between her folds. Harry felt immensely turned on watching her. Her eyes never left his as she maneuvered the toy to a better angle.
"Good girl," Harry murmured, taking hold of himself, stroking. "You're so wet, already, aren't you, Ginny?"
"Yes, for you, Harry, oh," she sighed, half-pleasure and half-some other emotion he couldn't describe. Maybe it was frustration for she suddenly looked at him, eyes glowing with need. "Sod this, I'm ready now. Please, Harry." She turned off the toy and reached for him, and he went to her. They kissed, the passion flaring up between them like a wildfire.
When they broke apart, Ginny took the condom that was still in his other hand and tore the package open. She looked at him, and he nodded, letting her put it on him. She rolled it downwards, and then chuckled as her hand stumbled. "Maybe I need an assist?"
Harry put his hand around hers and helped her finish. Ginny was on birth control as well, but they had both decided that a condom was also going to be used. At least, until they could both get to the doctor. He didn't mind and figured the condom would actually help him from not going off as soon as he felt her body around his.
They looked at each other as Ginny's hand gripped him, tugging him forward gently. Her lips captured his in a searing kiss, and Harry was pushing her back onto the bed, wanting to be inside her already. He propped himself up on his hands, and she gazed up at him, her expression full of so many wondrous things. Harry let his hand move down across her until he found her opening. She was warm and wet and ready for him, he could tell. She widened her legs for him, and he fitted himself between them.
"Hi," she said, sounding shy, and he looked at her, brushing her hair off of her face.
"Hey, fancy meeting you here."
They both grinned stupidly at each other, and Ginny sighed, shifting until her legs wrapped around his body, bringing him in even closer. Her brown eyes were full of warmth and emotion. She had the prettiest brown eyes he had ever seen, actually. Chocolate in color and incredibly lively – they reflected most of her moods quite perfectly. He leaned in and kissed her nose, feeling silly suddenly. She chuckled.
"Going to make me beg, is that it?" She asked, pushing his hair off of his face for him.
Harry shook his head, and before she could say anything, he was sliding forward into her body, groaning as he did so. Harry pushed all the way in and then stopped, letting their bodies get used to each other. She arched up closer to him, her breasts brushing against him, nipples hard. She released a low exhale of breath, and he watched her face as she adjusted.
"All right?" he asked softly.
Ginny nodded. "Yeah, you're…oh, Harry… move, damn you," she smiled as she said it, her eyes filling with mischief. Harry gave her a sheepish grin and started moving, pushing even further in and then back out. He loved the way they fit together, it was perfect, almost. Harry set a steady rhythm, enjoying each thrust as her body met his. Her legs tightened around him, instinctively, and Ginny bit her lip as he started to move his hips.
"Oh, fuck, like that, yes," she was murmuring, tossing her head back and forth until her hair was in a tangle. Harry paused and lifted it out the way for her.
"Don't hide, Ginny, I want to watch your reaction every time I do this," he said, starting again, pulling her closer to him with the hand on her hip. She closed her eyes and moaned, the sound filling the bedroom. He moved and thrust, each time enjoying the flare of pleasure that flitted across her features. Harry shifted and pulled back, knowing he didn't have much longer, but he wanted to make her come at least once while still inside her. He removed his hand from her hip and touched her, rubbing her clit. Her eyes flew open, and her mouth made an 'o' shape of wonder, and he felt her let go underneath him only a few moments later.
Ginny shuddered and cried out his name, and he pushed her legs up so that he could thrust more freely. It didn't take very long for his body to react to the way hers tightened around his, and he cried out, his release tearing through him.
Harry fell forward, Ginny's arms and legs holding him in place for what felt like an eternity to him. When he could finally see straight again, he adjusted his glasses, since they were half-hanging off his face. Ginny smirked at him.
"You got a bit exuberant there. Your glasses almost fell off."
Harry smiled lazily at her. "Sorry, I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"Hmm," Ginny murmured, moving so that they were both laying on their sides, still joined. Harry sucked in a breath as her body gripped his. "No. You could have done it harder. We'll have to experiment."
Harry chuckled, moving his mouth to her neck. "You say the sweetest things, Gin."
Ginny sighed as Harry pulled regrettably out of her. He removed the condom and leaned across the bed to discard it into her rubbish bin. She watched him, another smirk on her face.
"What?" Harry asked, looking down at himself.
"Nothing. It's just, you have such a fine backside, Harry. I haven't had a chance to appreciate it until just now."
He felt himself blush and lay back, nodding at her to join him. She fitted into the crook of his arms and sighed against his chest.
"You can call me Gin, any time you want, by the way. I usually don't allow it, but I love hearing your say it, Harry."
"Really? Why don't you like it?"
She looked up at him, frowning. "I think Fred and George used to tease me with it. I don't know why, but I always associated it with being annoyed. But when you say it, I sort of melt inside and become all gooey. God, that sounds ridiculous."
Ginny blushed and hid her face under her hair. Harry chuckled and lifted it off her face, kissing her cheek.
"I think it's sweet, Gin. I'll just use it when we're alone, how's that?"
"Perfect, Harry," she snuggled against him and sighed. "You know what I really want now?"
"For me to do you from behind?"
Ginny snorted. "Harry! Well, maybe later, but now I kind of want that treacle tart. What time is it, it's not too late for coffee, is it?"
Harry looked at the clock on the top of her wardrobe. "It's sort of late, but it's okay, I brought the expensive decaf. And we can sleep in tomorrow, anyway."
Ginny stretched and smiled at him. "Excellent point. Right, well, you get the coffee, and I'll get the tart and some plates. Let's eat on the settee."
They got up, and Harry grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, while Ginny grabbed a dressing gown she had hanging on her door. He was sad to see her skin all covered up and she gave him a knowing look as she pushed him out the door towards the kitchen.
"I'll be naked again soon enough," she said.
"This may be the best day of my entire life," Harry said. "Great sex, great coffee, and what I am sure is going to great treacle tart."
They busied themselves with their tasks, and a couple of minutes later, Ginny was carrying over two plates with two large pieces of dessert on them. Harry waited for the coffee to finish and then brought over two cups. He'd poured a generous helping of milk in each, hoping she liked it that way. He closed his eyes and sat down, breathing in the rich aroma from the coffee. He opened his eyes when he heard Ginny laughing.
"What?"
"Just you and your love affair with coffee." Ginny took a drink of her own, nodding her head in approval. "I like it. Mind, I don't love it like you do, but this isn't bad. It must be all the milk. Weakens the bitter taste I associate with coffee usually. Now, go on, try the treacle. Tell me what you think."
Harry picked up his forked and dived in. He let the sweet taste of the tart melt on his tongue for a moment and then sighed. He looked at her in amazement.
"You are bloody brilliant."
Ginny laughed and took her own bite as well. "Yeah, you're right, I am. This turned out pretty good."
"It turned out fantastic. You have surpassed your Mum's variation, I think."
"Well, don't tell her that."
"No, I do value my bits where they are."
They ate in silence for a moment, and Ginny stretched out across from him when she was finished, holding her cup in her hand. She smiled at him.
"So it was great sex, huh?"
Harry almost spit out the coffee he had just drunk and looked at her as he put his cup down. "Er, yeah, I'll say it was. I mean, wasn't it?" He felt himself blush, suddenly nervous that he had misread her reactions all night, and felt a terrible sinking sensation in his stomach.
Ginny placed her cup down and crawled over the couch towards him, and Harry suddenly forgot to breathe. She pushed him back as she took his plate and coffee out of his hands. She had a wicked look in her eyes as she straddled him, untying the sash around her middle and letting the dressing gown fall off her shoulders. Harry licked his lips and stared up at her.
"I think we should make sure it wasn't beginner's luck, Harry. We owe it to shagging to do it in every position."
"In one night?"
Ginny smirked as her hands moved down his chest towards his growing excitement. "Well, as many ways as we can."
Ginny kissed him, and he pulled into his arms, moving his hand down her back. He could already feel the heat of her body against him, and as she rocked her hips against his, he groaned. When they finally broke apart, he raised his eyebrow at her.
"Really? We owe it to shagging?"
She nodded her head slowly, amusement in her eyes. Harry shrugged. "Well, one must do what one must. But you never answered my question, you know."
"No, we are not going to do it all in one night," she said as she nipped at his earlobe, teasing him.
"I meant about the sex not being great."
Ginny pulled away and saw how serious he was and gave him a slight frown. "You really couldn't tell I loved it?"
"I mean, I thought you did, but er, well…blokes like to be told these things sometimes, I reckon."
Ginny stood up then and looked down at him, smiling. "It was great, Harry. The best sex ever. Satisfied?" She tugged on his hand, shaking her head and started leading him towards the bedroom. He stopped her at the doorway and pulled her body tautly against his so that she could feel how satisfied he suddenly wasn't.
Harry lowered his mouth to her ear and kissed the sensitive skin there. "You haven't seen anything yet, Gin."
She turned around and winked at him, letting the dressing gown fall entirely away. "Neither have you, Harry. You were saying something about doing it from behind next?"
Harry laughed as she sauntered away from him towards the bed, appreciating the view. He would have never thought that football, email, and a red-headed girl could change his life – his heart – so completely. But they had, and Harry was thankful. And he couldn't wait for the rest of it begin.
o-o-o-o-o
*Many thanks to Breanie for allowing me to use her character of Zee for Sirius's female friend! You can find her in Breanie's wonderful story A Second Chance.* We'll be meeting Muggle Zee in the sequel!