Whilst writing this chapter I came to the realization that Harry in fact was left on his Aunt's doorstep on the eve of November 1st. Not the same night that his parents were murdered. It was a Gobsmacked moment for me and led to a few discussions of what happened in those missing 24 hours of Harry's life on a Discord server. The overall conclusion being that he was taken to be looked at by a Healer and then Hagrid probably brought him 'round the pub, tra-la-la. Then it basically descended from there, as these things tend to do.

Which in turn is making me think of a parody fic where Harry is taken by the milk-man before his aunt discovers him and is brought up by the Guild of Milk Men as the shining light of a new generation, hell bent on keeping milk out of corner shops and Tesco in order to preserve the validity of their noble trade.

The milk-man would of course have to be Colin and Denis Creevey's father. (Admit it, you're laughing at the ridiculousness already.)

Chapter 21- Truth Sleuth

Sirius and Albus were locked in a stare, neither backing down. Remus too had read over the Deed, but there had been so many other things going on that the wording of it had not stood out, he'd simply felt the infuriation about his best friends little baby boy being kept by those horrible people and how they only did it for the promise of a pay-out when he came of age.

It was despicable. They were his family. Lily's sister should have taken him in and loved him. Raised him right alongside his cousin instead of using him as a veritable slave.

Try as he might right then Remus couldn't remember the exact wording of the document. Luckily, he didn't have to as Sirius began reciting it verbatim.

Still stuck in his stare-down Sirius read it out from his memory. "This Agreement for Deed is entered into on this 1st day of November 1981 between Harry James Potter, Lord of hereafter known as the "Title Holder" and Petunia Rose Dursley nee Evans hereafter known as the "Receiver." Witnesseth that if Receiver shall not fulfill their obligation stated in the covenants hereafter described said Agreement for Deed is void." He paused. "Tell me Albus, how is it that you came to even know that James was the title holder for that property?"

Albus frowned deeply looking resentful. "She told me." He admitted. "She and her husband."

"Petunia told you? When?" Remus asked.

"I thought you just dumped Harry on their doorstep and left?" Sirius asked harshly.

"I did add shielding spells around him." He assured them calmly. "He was perfectly safe."

"On a doorstep." Sirius reiterated.

Albus inhaled sharply through his nose. "He was safe." He pointed out growing aggressive in his tone. "He was with his family."

"He should have been with me." Sirius pointed out. "But you'd already taken him before I knew what was going on."

Albus leaned back further in his chair still firm in his decision at the time. "I was under the impression that you were the one behind Voldemort finding the Potters. Just as everyone else had assumed. He needed the blood protection that was offered by his blood relatives."

"You've both discussed that part." Remus cut in. "The question now is about the Deed." The two of them could go back and forth disagreeing about what happened to Harry like that all night.

Albus adopted a calmer expression, choosing to tell this tale looking to Remus. "Petunia contacted me, the morning she found Harry and read my letter explaining what happened."

"How?" Sirius and Remus both asked. She was a Muggle, he was a wizard. She couldn't very well call him up on the phone and there was certainly no way that their fireplace was connected to the Floo network, nor that she'd had an Owl.

This too he seemed regretful about having to disclose. "She knew of someone that was a witch and went to her."

"That Arabella Figg woman you mentioned?" Sirius asked. Remus knew about her as well. Albus had said she was a Squibb, but that didn't mean she couldn't use Owl Post.

"No. A woman that she grew up near. Petunia went back to the neighborhood she grew up in and found this witch and that witch used her Floo network to contact me."

"So, then this witch knew that the Dursley's had Harry?!" Remus asked. Yet no one had known where he was before he came to Hogwarts. Remus had simply received assurances that he was with family and was in fact alive and healthy. "How is it that the rest of our society didn't find out then?"

"Wait a moment." Sirius connected the dots. "You said it was a witch near where she and Lily grew up?"

Remus caught on then. They had all known Lily and Severus were childhood friends from before Hogwarts. He'd been the one to tell her that she was a witch. "Severus' mother?" He asked aloud.

"Yes." Albus nodded. "Eileen Snape. She reached out to me. Severus had been with me at the time I received the Floo call. He assured me that he erased his mother's memory of Petunia's visit and all subsequent information, with her own permission to do so. That was how it did not leak out." He guaranteed them. "I went back to Privet Drive and spoke to the Dursleys."

"You had assumed they would just take him in, no question." Remus said sadly. Most family would, and Lily had been such a wonderful person. It wouldn't have been too far fetched to assume that her sister would be just as lovely as she. Lily would have absolutely taken in Petunia's boy if the situation were reversed. And given him her unconditional love.

"I had." Albus nodded.

Sirius was managing to bite his tongue until the full explanation came out. His expression was still dark.

"I sat down with them and they voiced their objections to having him raised in their home, alongside his cousin. They worried that his magic would corrupt those around them somehow." He shook his head. "Then Vernon Dursley asked about the Deed to their house. That was how I found out about it." He admitted. "You have to understand that I was trying to keep Harry safe. Having him away from our world for his childhood I had thought was the best option. That and having his blood protection."

"I did barter with them then." He admitted regretfully. "I told them I would go to Gringotts and get the information needed to get them their house signed over."

"The Goblins wouldn't give over that kind of information to you." Sirius pipped up. "You aren't listed as Harry's guardian in any way shape or form. You had no privileges when it came to the Potter financial records."

"No, I didn't." He seemed to be picking his words carefully. This next bit seemed to pain him. "I lied."

"You lied." Both Remus and Sirius echoed leaning forward in their seats.

"I apparated back to Godric's Hollow and found copies of the property information in James' bureau and created the Agreement for Deed to give to the Dursleys. I created it and added in the addendum's so that they would be forced to care for him." He was managing to sound both exhausted and relieved to finally be sharing this information. "I went back to them with it and told them their options; either take in Harry or move, because that house was in his name."

The two Marauders were in shock. He'd just completely admitted that he'd lied to the Muggles to get what he wanted. He was a major propagator of honesty, even if he only gave it in drips and drabs, perhaps putting a slight spin on it. But here he'd fully admitted it.

"Even after having to bribe them to take him in." Remus started. Having to bribe them should have been a major indicator of how poorly they thought of him, even as an infant.

"I did have the neighbor checking in on his welfare." Albus reiterated, sounding slightly defensive now. "Arabella would give me updates. I knew they hadn't loved him as one of their own, but she saw no signs of outright neglect. He was skinny and quiet, but polite and responsible." He sighed. "I took on the responsibility for him that night because I thought it was the best option then. All I can do is apologize now."

"But the Goblins received a copy of the Agreement." Sirius pushed.

Albus nodded. "I sent it on to them. As Harry's new guardians until he came of age, they did have access to certain dealings with his financials, they were just not aware of that." He stressed the importance of that. "I made sure to leave that out when I spoke to them. I wasn't completely thick headed." He impressed upon them. "When I went to Gringotts after having Petunia sign the Agreement, I had her sign another form stating that I had the authority to make it magically binding."

Remus exchanged a look with Sirius. Sirius had been growing less than impressed with the man since he'd assisted with his lawful freedom. It was too late to go back and do anything about it then, however.

()()()()

"Ready for Quidditch Practice?" Harry asked Ginny eagerly as he sat down beside her for breakfast on the morning of their first practice they were going to have after the holidays.

"Right this moment? No." She teased him giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and turning back to her breakfast.

Granted, practice wasn't for 12 more hours, but she enjoyed Quidditch as much as he did. However, as captain his day was going to be spent going over all the play's he wanted to try with the chasers and aiming exercises for the Beaters. Whereas she was probably going to be filling her head with 'learning'.

He smiled and shook his head. "Alright Hermione?" He asked his friend across the table.

"Yeah, alright." She nodded, looking as distracted as she had been all week.

He wasn't sure if her level of distraction was simply due to the lingering awkwardness between she and Ron and their break-up. They were being too cordial to one another, and it was slightly awkward for all of them as he and Neville had gotten used to hanging out with the two of them at the same time.

Ron asked for their opinion last night about how long he should wait until he asked another girl out. As if he and Neville knew anything about that. The two of them were currently with their first girlfriends and knew nothing about break-up's or moving-on etiquette. Though Harry had assumed that it was too early. He'd suggested waiting another week at least, and perhaps not doing anything with another girl around Hermione for a while after that.

Harry wasn't the best observer in the world, but since he now knew that Ron had a thing for Daphne Greengrass, and an interest in Lavender Brown he noticed how his friends eyes lingered on them a bit.

He took a look around the Great Hall then, wondering where Ron could have gotten to, he'd been getting dressed by the time Harry was headed for the bathroom, and with his affinity for food he was sure he'd have been down here shoveling it in by now. Ron was nowhere in sight though. Neville was, he and Luna had been taking turns at each other's house tables for mealtimes. Last night Luna had joined their group for dinner, and it had been really... interesting.

That dreamy look she'd had on her face at the Burrow seemed to be permanently in place. Something about the way she talked too, he completely understood why people would call her 'Loony', but she was a nice girl. Really, it wasn't until after dinner that Ginny explained it was best to assume Luna was being Metaphorical when she spoke of the 'imaginary' creatures that effected the people around them. Nargles just meant that someone was attracted to another, for example. Replaying a few of the things the blond girl had said, she wasn't as out to lunch as he'd initially assumed.

It was great to see his best friend so happy too.

"More research tonight?" Harry continued with Hermione. She'd mentioned to him about her requesting Tom Riddles school records, but he was at a loss for what to say. From Sirius and Remus' expressions when they found out about him telling Ginny about the Horcruxes. He could understand where Dumbledore was coming from, but Hermione's argument was valid as well. She would be showing people how he came to be; she didn't have to know about the Horcruxes.

He really wanted to know what they were planning on doing with the three that hadn't yet been destroyed. Truthfully, he was trying not to think about it too much, pass it off as something for the fully trained wizards to deal with, but there was this nagging at the back of his brain saying he should be more involved. He was the one that had supposedly 'finished him off' fifteen years ago, shouldn't he play more of a roll in Tom Riddle's actual destruction than hissing something in an otherwise unknown language?

He would prefer if Hermione knew all about what had been discovered. No doubt she would have a few insights that weren't thought of. Maybe she could figure out how it is that he had the ability to speak Parselmouth when it was something tied to the Slytherin family, not the Potters. He'd understood about dormant traits in DNA a bit, like how a blue-eyed couple could produce a brown eyed child because one of their great grandparents had had brown eyes, so someone in the Potter family might have married someone from the Slytherin line. It'd be nice to rule out some kind of magic transfer from the night his parents died though. Hermione would dive into that kind of project.

"Well." Hermione started. "I was just mentioning this to Ginny, but I was looking for names of prominent students from around his year, trying to see how many of them wound up on his side. Going back over the notes I took from our Daily Prophets for the names. And, there is another part that I discovered yesterday that will potentially open up this story even more."

"You're being careful about who you talk to about all this, right?" Harry wanted to ensure. People were still scared to say his made up name after all.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes. "I'm still just collecting the facts. I want to have as much information about him as possible before I switch to simple hear-say or potentially jaded stories."

"Just checking." He assured her. "I know you wouldn't want to accidentally insight panic among the mere people, but I also know you can get with your projects."

"Well the way Hermione was explaining her approach at it to me she is essentially humanizing him." Ginny pointed out to him, then turned back to Hermione. "And if you start reading about some poor orphan boy who found out he was a wizard on his eleventh birthday. That'll grab people's attention and make them sympathize with him."

Harry felt a twinge in his chest at that. She could have easily been talking about himself.

"Yes, then it will completely take everyone by surprise once they get further down the story." She agreed and turned to Harry specifically. "I won't be telling anyone outside our group here. Luna knows, but that is just because she's so damn insightful." Hermione bristled. "And." She softened. "If no one else wants to publish it, I might be able to get it in the Quibbler."

"I was just telling her how it might be a neat idea to write her articles like they are a story, not letting on that it is actually about, you know, HIM until later on in the 'story', then let it be known that everything she's written is fact." Ginny shared with him.

"It would be a good way to ease the reader into it. Then again, if I had it known from the off that it is the origin story of the most feared person of our generation then it might stimulate more readership." Hermione wondered.

"How about you do it both ways?" Harry asked, thinking she was getting quite ahead of herself. "See which one feels right."

"I should." She agreed with a determined nod of her head and pulled an agenda out of her bag.

Harry turned to Ginny then, looking to turn his thoughts to more pleasant things. "And how are you doing this lovely morning?" He asked her privately, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm alright." She chuckled. "You seemed in a pretty good mood coming in here."

"Quidditch this evening!" He beamed, finally starting to load up his plate. "Haven't been on a broom for nearly a week and a half. Might have forgotten how to fly by now."

"Yes, that's entirely possible." She deadpanned and rolled her eyes.

()()()()

It was now Saturday and Ginny was rather relieved to be heading back to her dorm and away from that situation. Not that she wanted to get away from Harry, but the dynamic of that impromptu social gathering had been… awkward.

Yes, awkward.

It had been awkward sitting in the kitchen as one part of the three different couples. Not overly, as everyone got along just fine, but Lavender wasn't too keen on Luna. Not that Luna seemed to care at all, but it had been the first time Ginny had seen Neville give someone a dirty look like that. Lavender had simply commented on the bottlecap necklace the Luna choose to wear. Luna told her about how it keeps the Nargles away, then launched into the explanation on what Nargles were.

Lavender, albeit understandably, just stared at Luna wondering if she was taking the piss or if she was crazy. Her turning to Ron incredulously was what had Neville glowering at her.

Ginny liked Lavender well enough. She was nice, she seemed to honestly like Ron as demonstrated by sitting on the stands during the majority of their Quidditch practice that day even though it was still January and freezing out. Ron seemed to like her as well.

He liked her enough anyhow. Ginny didn't think their relationship would wind up being anything more than superficial, but if they were both happy with that for now, a whole two days into it, then who was she to say anything about it.

The problem she was struggling with was that Hermione was her best friend, and Lavender was the kind of girl who would gush about her new boyfriend, not even realizing she was doing it in front of her new boyfriends ex, who despite what she'd said, was clearly not quite over her decision to end things.

As the first week back at school progressed Ginny had noticed Ron paying a little more attention to Lavender. By Friday it seemed that they were 'together' and her appearance at the Quidditch practice was the clincher.

Harry and Neville seemed to have been privy to the inner workings of Ron's decision on that one as neither of them were at all surprised to have her join them in the kitchen for a hot chocolate to warm up.

Hermione had confided that she had a meeting with the Headmaster about access to the school records, so Ginny hoped she was knee deep in her research and enjoying herself, in her own special way, while Ginny herself was attempting to make it seem like the triple date of sorts was not at all odd.

The enjoyable part of it all was that Harry was being rather affectionate with her while they sat there listening to their friends carry on about this and that; Lavender explaining her obsession with Divination, Luna telling them about her search for mythical creatures with her father, and Neville about his apprenticeship, and Harry and Ron bantering about Quidditch moves.

He'd kept tracing his thumb over her palm and pulse point, leaning over to give a kiss to her neck or simply looking at her and giving her this smile. She tried not to be too amused by this affection, but she'd been out of commission for three days and he'd been rather touchy-feely the whole time. It was slightly funny to her, but also gave her the feeling of her heart swelling in her chest when he was like that.

It had been no surprise to her to get back to her dorm after the visit to the kitchen, followed by a visit in an alcove behind a tapestry for a nice long snog, to find Hermione sitting cross legged in her bed with sheets of parchment spread out all over it and making notes.

"The old man said 'yes' then?" She asked unnecessarily and dumped her Quidditch gear into her trunk before going over to her friends' bed. She was eager to find out the information about him herself as well.

"He did." Hermione beamed up at her. "Good practice?" She asked.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You don't have to pretend like you care." She laughed. "This is obviously much more important than whether I can successfully do a Wollongong Shuffle."

Hermione gave her a vacant look at the Quidditch term and shook her head. "I don't even know what that is."

"Never mind." Ginny gestured to one of the documents. "May I?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Just." She stiffened and held her hands hovering over the mess as though they were all precious and delicate. "Please try to put it back exactly where you found it."

"I promise." Ginny told her in humor and sat on the floor by her bed. One by one she began picking up sheet after sheet of progress reports on Tom Marvolo Riddle, the model student. It was amazing all that she'd discovered reading about him that seemed so out of place considering how awful he was later in life. In school he was a tutor, a Prefect, Head Boy. There were reference letters in there for him from students' parents, his heartfelt statement on his discovery of Hagrid being the one with the beast that killed Myrtle.

"On paper he sure looks like a saint." Ginny commented.

"I know." Hermione said resentfully with a shake of her head. "He could be the male version of me for his grades and progress reports. He seems like the ideal student. It's rather creepy to tell you the truth."

Ginny looked up at her friend a little puzzled. "Because no one saw him for what he was?"

"Because he was pretending the whole time." She told her flustered, raising a hand to her bushy hair and making it fluff out even more. "Seven years of school and not one of his superiors seemed to catch on that he wasn't truly a poster child for good behavior. Except-" She fished through some of the progress reports. "Here, look at this."

Ginny took the Defense Against the Dark Arts reports from her. Reading through them all again she realized they all stated, in different terminology, that he was adept at the subject in a simple single line overall review. "Okay." Ginny drew out the word, not seeing what Hermione found so obvious.

"That's it. That's all there is to those. Year after year. Every other one of his other subject professors go on and on about him. A proper paragraph at least about how well he's doing, and yet for DADA that is all that's written. 'He's doing well' or something equivalent and with an 'O' every year."

"Oh." Ginny glanced over at the other reports, then up to the DADA ones and took note of the professor's name. "So, you think Dumbledore was saying something by not saying something? Perhaps he just didn't elaborate much on his progress reports."

"Come on. You know what he's like. He's put more effort behind it than that. Words of encouragement at least. I think he was a bit suspicious of Tom Riddle's intentions." She stated. "Rightfully so as it turns out. But really, what professor would think that one of their fourteen-year-old students was going to turn out to be an evil dictator out for genocide." She reasoned. "But what I was really am wondering is what it was that made the Headmaster question Tom Riddle's behavior. And I think I know." She leaned over to her nightstand and pulled open her top drawer, pulling out another file. Leafing through it she took out a piece of paper and handed it to Ginny.

Ginny read over it quickly. It was from the Orphanage. It was about when Dumbledore had gone to have a meeting with Tom about his 'scholarship' to Hogwarts. "Dumbledore was the one that told him he was a wizard then?"

"Yes. And he knew he'd been doing things at the Orphanage. To the other children. He was the one that told him about this world before he knew anything about it or could 'formulate a plot' or anything like that." Hermione explained. "It says right there that the matrons explained the problems they'd had with him."

It was a good theory, Ginny reasoned. But there had to be more.

()()()

Harry slumped his way into the boys change room after sun down on Tuesday. He'd had too much energy to sit up in the Gryffindor common room and wait for his friends to be done doing, well, whatever they were doing. He was pretty sure that Neville was with Luna in the Greenhouses again. Ron was off with Lavender somewhere, and Hermione had stolen Ginny away to work on an Arithmancy assignment.

That left him alone with all this pent-up energy and nothing to do. So, he'd grabbed his broom and headed down to the pitch.

He'd considered adding an extra practice a week to their schedule, but Katie would probably crucify him. She'd already been complaining about the amount of homework she had and no time to do it, she was in her NEWT year. He also didn't want to turn into an Oliver Wood type captain where he was Quidditch obsessed.

His restlessness probably had a lot to do with the fact that his girlfriend was 'out of commission' this week, as she'd called it. Not that he didn't still enjoy their passionate snogging sessions, but they left him wanting, even when she used her hand on him it wasn't quite as satisfying as the real thing. And they'd only been having sex for a few weeks, two of those weeks they were pretty heavily supervised, and it was amazing that they'd managed to sneak off together when they could.

He was planning on taking her back to the Room of Requirement as soon as she was ready to. It might have been a little selfish of him to as her to keep that room a secret between the two of them for now, but he liked having it available for their private use.

Until then he was wound up and trying to use other outlets to dispel the restlessness. He'd been flying around for an hour in an attempt to exhaust himself, and now that he was covered in sweat and looking forward to a shower, he gave himself a mental congratulations for finding a useful way to keep himself occupied as he stripped off his kit and turned on the shower.

The water pounded his back, right between his shoulders getting at a knot that was developing and working away at it while his head went over some of the plays he wanted to try for the chasers at the next practice.

"Shiiiink, Shiink."

He turned around abruptly, bewildered as the sound of the shower curtain opened and closed, then his jaw dropped.

Ginny was in the shower with him with a saucy smile on her lips, and nothing else. "Hi Captain."

"G-Ginny!" His eyes went wide and he pulled her to him in an automatic gesture. "What." He looked over to the curtain, as though he would be able to tell by looking at it what the chances were of them getting caught. "How did you?" His eyes trailed down and he found himself not really caring how it was she'd found him. She was naked.

She leaned her forehead to his and nuzzled his nose with her own and let out a hum. "Checked your dorm first." She whispered. "Then I saw your broom was missing." Her hands went around him and began rubbing at the sore muscles on his back while he groaned at the impromptu massage. "Catching you here and now like this was a happy accident." She rubbed herself against his growing erection. "Very happy."

Harry pulled her even tighter against him and cupped her bum firmly in his hands. "Think I might be more fun than studying in the library then?" He captured her lips with his own and gave her a deep and thorough snog before kissing his way down her body to pay attention to her chest. She had the most lovely breasts in his opinion. The way they fit perfectly in his hand, how her nipples were the same color as her freckles. And the feel of them, firmer than a water balloon, but softer than sand. There was really no comparison. He just wanted to bury his face in them forever. He sighed contently as the smooth skin of her breast pressed against his cheek and he ran his lips over them. "God, I missed you."

He'd seen her every day, multiple times a day, but it was never enough. He could feel her chuckle reverberating through her ribs, but he didn't care so long as she let him keep on touching her naked skin. "Wait." He stood up properly again. "Are you? Can we?" He asked excitedly. If she was naked in the shower with him, then she must be done with her monthly.

Her grin grew wide as he stared at her and she bit her lip to stop from laughing at his expression before nodding. Her hand went between them and she stroked him, he eagerly moved his hands to her as well before kissing her again. "You're so warm." He said between kisses as his fingers slipped inside her.

He could feel her lean back against the shower wall. "And you're so hard." She replied. "I wanted to-"

She tried telling him something, but he was too eager to try and take it slow and captured her lips again, kissing her deeply before he hoisted her left leg up to try and line them up, fumbling with the angle. "Ow." She winced when the head of his penis didn't quite connect with its target and poked her roughly at the crease of her upper thigh.

"Sorry." He grunted before her leg slipped from around his hip. He lifted her other leg and tried again. Kissing her soundly and tried to keep his balance has he managed to get the tip of his penis where he wanted it to go, but then had to readjust his footing before he slipped sideways slightly and slid out of her. He growled and felt some of his ardor leave him as she laughed lightly. "It's not funny!" He protested.

"You're right. It's not." She stated in a not at all convincing manner. "Here. Let me make you feel better." She purred.

He pulled back from her slightly as she pushed on his shoulders and opened his eyes wide when she lowered herself to the floor, so her mouth was poised in front of his erection. His erection that had become painfully full mast at his new view.

She gripped his base and began pumping him. "Feeling better already then, are you?" She winked up at him before lowering her eyes and taking him in her mouth.

"Oh! Holy fuck!" He moaned out. He'd fantasized about this multiple times but feeling the heat of her mouth and the movement of her tongue on the underside of him was not at all something he had imagined accurately. It was so much more.

He leaned over her to rest his head against the shower wall while she worked him over, her hand pumping him in slightly quicker movements that what her mouth was making. It was such a new sensation and he wanted her to keep doing that forever. With how incredible it felt he couldn't believe how long it was taking him to cum.

Time was meaningless at this point, but she'd been down on her knee's for a few minutes at least before he heard her whimper in frustration and he leaned back to give her space to stand.

There was a pout on her face. "Was it not-"

He cut her off with a desperate kiss. "I want you so badly." He growled and thrust against the crease of her leg and hip. There had to be a way to make shower sex work. He needed to be inside her.

"You mean you liked it?" She asked breathlessly while he kissed and grabbed at every part of her body he could reach in some desperate attempt to meld them together.

"That felt so amazing. I want you so badly." He repeated and pulled back to look into her eyes, wildly thinking about how they could make this work in the shower. Maybe if they lay down on the floor?

She licked her lips in the way that told him she had an idea that he may or may not be up for. "I could... turn around?" She offered. "We could see if it'll work that way."

Harry saw star bursts of desire flashing before his eyes as he processed what she meant, then brought up what that position would look like in his mind. He nodded dumbly and watched her turn around slowly and bend over slightly, pushing her bum towards him. She was offering herself up to him really. He was lucky his body was still drawing in breath, because his brain function had nearly cut off at the sight of her bum presented for him like this.

Were all of his fantasies going to come true today?

His breath was coming out in rasps as he ran his hands down her sides slowly to grab at both of her bum cheeks. He lowered himself so he could see the spot he was so desperate to plunder and leaned forward to give it a lick.

Ginny gasped. "Harry!" She moaned.

He ran his tongue over her clit and dipped it inside her once, twice, three times before he rose back to his feet and lined himself up with her, slowly easing himself inside her finally. He grabbed her hips and began giving her slow and thorough thrusts, not taking his eyes off her body for even a moment. "Fuck, Ginny." It was so easy at this angle.

She gasped with pleasure, and adjusted her stance slightly with each beginning thrust, but soon she was moving back against him and he started going faster. The visual he was getting of himself disappearing inside her was spurring him on, as were her cries of pleasure every time he hit a spot deep inside her, and he wasn't going to last long.

He felt it coming over him. She wasn't there yet, but he felt like the lightning bolt on his forehead was shooting down his body as his orgasm shot through him and couldn't help gripping her hips so hard they would bruise as he thrust aggressively and let loose shooting off inside her. He was still tense as he milked the last of his orgasm repeating expletives with ever thrust until he relaxed against her, using the last of his energy trying not to fall to a puddle on the floor.

He stilled finally, still gripping onto her sides, but with much less force. His eyes didn't want to remain open.

Ginny turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. "Liked that then did you?" She gave him a cheeky grin.

"More than I can articulate." He managed as she stood up causing him to slip out of her. He hugged her tight to his front, lazily rubbing his hands all over her stomach, chest and down between her legs. "You didn't get yours though."

"Hmm. Don't worry about it." She replied sounding as complacent as he felt and leaning her head back on his shoulder. "I still felt good."

AN- I've gone back and changed out the Authors Note on Chapter 1. The reason the Weasley's didn't go to Hogwarts was not because of the non-existent Tuition fee's, it was all the other school expenses that they couldn't afford i.e- uniforms, cauldron's, books, pets, brooms, wand's, and other various supplies.

I am fully aware that J.K. Rowling decided that you had to be 'accepted' to a 'public' institution.