Everyone was tense that night in the flat; Leandra and reserve Keeper Katrina Block were practically mental, the way they circled the rooms, adding layer after layer of wards and spells that Ginny was pretty sure wouldn't keep out a pizza delivery boy, let alone a bunch of dark wizards; and several Aurors had been there anyway, adding their own (effective) protections to the flat. Harry had not been among them and Ginny didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
As scared she had been in the air when light suddenly disappeared and the force of the explosion knocked her sideways in the sky, she couldn't deny that she had felt absolutely safe the minute Harry had come through the smoke to find her. No matter what their history, despite any awkwardness of their relationship now, she trusted him with her life. They'd been together in dangerous situations before, hell, their early friendship and later, their relationship was practically built on danger. But today was the first time she'd seen him actually in action as an Auror; when they had been together, she'd made it a point not to interfere with his work. Watching him today, she knew she had done the right thing, letting him focus all his attention on work. He had been more than impressive today. Assured, in control, authoritative, sexy.
Sexy? Oh hell.
She couldn't really deny it to herself, and after a minute's mental berating, she stopped trying. Because she hadn't hidden her past physical attraction for Harry away along with all her other feelings; there had seemed to be no point in doing so, then. Memories of their physical relationship didn't cause her the same type of pain; she hadn't really expected to think about that part of their relationship later.
She hadn't anticipated that with much of the rest gone, one glimpse of Harry in his Auror robes, one concerned touch, a single joking comment, would bring that roaring back. She felt a flash of heat between her legs as she remembered sitting on the ground, his arms around her, the intense look she always associated with Harry taking care of things in his eyes. She knew him too well to think he hadn't felt something there himself. It was purely physical, of course, but hadn't he admitted that he hadn't been with anyone since her? And then joked about the two of them having a one-night stand?
The idea was as oddly intriguing as it was completely ridiculous. Harry didn't even have time for a meaningless fling, still, something he'd mentioned, about the two of them missing out on the wild times many of their peers experienced, made her wonder.
Ginny had been able to completely shut the door on her emotional feelings for Harry Potter, she knew it was right, and that they both were happy where they were in their lives.
But . . . she missed sex. With him. Hogwarts had been a time of exploration, nervous embarrassment, and a lot of fun. They hadn't made love for the first time until after the War was over, and even as their lives got busier and their relationship more complicated, being together that way had almost always made sense. Until the end, at least. But until then, their lovemaking had been tentative at first, and then more confident. At the end, it had been . . . hot. With the promise of more, before life had gotten in the way.
Ginny wasn't even aware that her hand had wandered into her knickers, or that she was (thankfully) alone in her room, until her fingers brushed her clit and she jumped at the jolt of pleasure that traveled up into her belly. Touching herself was something fairly new for Ginny; it had taken several months after the break up to even think about pleasuring herself, but after she realized that she really had no interest in any of the random men her roommates seemed to always bring home, she knew she would have to do something, or go crazy.
She almost always thought of Harry when she masturbated; she'd tried thinking of other things, but truly, there wasn't anything else that worked. She didn't even feel self conscious about it, usually. But now, with a real memory in her head, the physical feelings were much more intense, and Ginny felt herself spiraling out of control almost as soon as she dipped two fingers into her folds. Arching her back, she closed her eyes and remembered the way Harry had looked at her earlier. She imagined it was his fingers she was guiding inside her, as she had so many times before, and that he was saying to her, "You're so wet, Ginny," in his voice that was both husky with desire and yet still full of that boyish wonder that he could do this, to her. She pressed her thumb to her clit and couldn't help but cry out as her orgasm crashed over her. Ginny rocked on her hand, trying to draw it out, but as usually, the feeling faded quickly, and she was laying alone in her bed with the sheets tangled around her feet.
Rolling over, she vaguely noticed the blue glow of her walls that she assumed was from the extra wards. Gwenog had wanted to cancel practice tomorrow while the Aurors set up additional wards around their practice facility and the stadium, but they had an important game with the newest team in their league in less than a week, and they all needed to make up for the lost day. It would be an early morning and a tiring practice tomorrow. Her physical ache satisfied, Ginny finally fell asleep.
Over the next few days, things went more or less back to normal for Ginny and the other Harpies. There was a heavier presence of Aurors, to be sure, but they mostly confined themselves to the perimeter of the Harpies' facility. Many of Ginny's teammates grumbled at how studiously even the youngest trainees avoided the players and Ginny wanted to smack them sometimes. What did they think, that the Aurors would ignore their duties just for the chance to flirt some more? Luckily Ginny had a few allies in her teammates on the issue, and she couldn't hold back her grin when her friend Evie Snopes, who was the third regular Chaser, pointedly asked Leandra and Katrina if they didn't mind being blown up by dark wizards, as long as they got a good snog in first.
Ginny occasionally saw Harry from afar as she worked out with the team; if he noticed her at all during his daily meetings with the team's facilities managers and private security detail, he gave no indication. By the end of the week, after not a single instance of contact between them, Ginny was certain that Harry was showing how much more important his job (and their safety) was than anything they might have started together for fun. It was obvious now that Harry's comments had been nothing more than relieved teasing after he found her unharmed. Still, that had not stopped Ginny from using the image of Harry emerging from the smoke to take her in his arms every single night to help "relax" before falling asleep. She justified her actions with the thought that the most important thing was to get a good night sleep, and if that was what it took, so be it.
HPHPHPHPHPHPHP
By the day of the Harpies next match, Harry was more than tense. It didn't help that they were still no closer to figuring out exactly who was responsible for the Muddling gas; two days after the attack on the Harpies there had been a similar attack on the Earlham Eagles, the newest team in the league and the one the Harpies just happened to be playing that day. Kingsley was uncomfortable about the Aurors' lack of progress, but suggestions of postponing the game had been met with vehement opposition from both captains and team owners. There would be a strong security presence at the game, of course; Kingsley had pulled in every available Auror to be either at the stadium or back at headquarters on alert. Harry was glad he'd been assigned to work the game, and that he would actually be close to the players during the match. His duties would involve circling the edges of pitch during play and watching for anyone who might try to start something from a close distance. Other Aurors and the teams' security detail would focus on longer range attacks.
And despite his promises to himself, he had not stopped his nightly wank to images of Ginny. Every evening he lay in bed trying to dredge up an image of someone else, anyone else. And it never worked. Last night he had closed his eyes to thoughts of Ginny standing in front of him and stripping out of her practice uniform after a workout. Harry himself was sweaty after lifting weights for an hour and he had actually put the fingers that were not wrapped around himself into his mouth and licked, imagining that his head was between Ginny's breasts and he was tasting her instead.
But his mind was far from Ginny that morning. This was an important game for both teams and emotions were running high. The stadium was almost totally full of fans of the Harpies and Eagles; there were also a number of players and coaches from other teams who were interested in watching the Eagles play. It was going to take all of Harry's concentration to focus on what was going on around him and to keep from looking upward while he searched the ground for anything out of the ordinary.
The game lasted nearly three hours and Harry only looked for Ginny twice, when the announcer mentioned particularly rough fouls on her. He couldn't help but listen as he prowled the sidelines though, and the Harpies definitely held their own against the new (and bigger) team. The nature of Quidditch matches meant that the ground Harry was pacing was actually pretty deserted; because most of the action was up in the air, there were only a couple of trainers and regular security guards down on the ground with him.
He was relieved when the Harpies finally won the close game, and the entire team drifted down together in a massive tangle of hugs and high-fives that reminded Harry of winning the Quidditch Cup his third year. The Eagles were descending too, for the post match handshakes and interviews from the various journalists from the Daily Prophet, Quidditch Today, Which Broomstick, and several wireless stations, and many of the fans were swarming the fields for photos and autographs. Harry let himself get caught up in the celebratory moment with everyone else. He wasn't even fully aware that he was casually making his way towards Ginny with half a mind to congratulate her before he was suddenly there, standing next to her.
She was facing mostly away from him and as she reached her arms up to hug someone on her other side her hip brushed against him and the force of the crowd pushed him into her. Ginny didn't even notice at first, there were so many people around, and Harry closed his eyes for a moment before he took a deep breath and considered slipping away from a situation that could too rapidly morph into one of his nighttime fantasies. But then she turned and smiled at him and he had to smile back as she moved in for a congratulatory hug. There was no way she could miss the feel of the erection that was growing between them, and Harry flushed, horrified at his inability to control himself. But instead of pulling away, Ginny smirked at him and then pressed herself even closer.
What . . . Is she saying she . . . . does she want, that?
It was absolutely the wrong time to ask. Hell, it was absolutely the wrong thing to ask, ever, really. He and Ginny, they didn't do that kind of thing anymore. It was a given. But before he could even figure out exactly what he wanted to do the crowd was pushing at them from all sides and Harry frowned, his Auror's senses taking over as he realized that something did not feel right. The crowd seemed to be louder and wilder than was usual for a non-championship match, and he heard pops of Apparation mixed with shouts and jeers and screams. It reminded him of the Death Eaters after the Quidditch World Cup and he was immediately on alert, pulling out his wand and trying to move back to the edge of the field.
Ginny turned, her mouth an "O" of surprise as someone pushed her roughly from the back and she practically fell into Harry's arms.
"Harry? What's happening?"
"I don't know," he muttered, spinning in place and trying to make sense of the sounds and the direction they were coming from. The yells were getting louder and Ginny was pressed up against him again but this time he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her away from the loudest screaming, now mixed with the cracks and roars of hexes flying across short distances. The crowd cleared in front of him for a moment and he caught a glimpse of what looked like a number of dark robes fighting in the middle of the field. Four Aurors were convening on the fighters and Harry began pushing his way to them when he felt a soft rush of air near his ear and he suddenly heard Kingsley's voice.
"Potter, Dirkson, Wolfe and Meyers - get the players off the field to one of the safe locations and focus on the perimeter. Cooke and I are setting up anti-Apparition wards now. The rest of you get to the fight and try to contain it and capture anyone you can. Mild containment spells only, except in self-defense."
Harry turned again. Ginny was still right there, now with Leandra and Beater Kennedy Smythe. The latter two looked terrified but Ginny's face was calm and determined. Her wand was out and she was stood waiting for his direction.
"Come on," he said tersely to the three. "Let's see if we can get out, that way." He pointed his wand to his left and grabbed Leandra and Kennedy by their upper arms to steer them away from the noise. He had to tug to get Leandra moving, she seemed to be frozen in shock. Luckily Ginny was right behind him and she took Leandra's other arm and pulled her along too. It was difficult pushing through the crowd, and a sudden explosion that sounded a lot like the one that had stopped the Harpies' practice a week earlier caused the already frenzied crowd to break into all out pandemonium. Harry was panting by they time they reached the first aid tent that had been designated a safe location; Leandra had not gotten any more willing to move on her own and now she stood at the door to the tent hyperventilating. Kennedy grabbed Leandra's arm and yelled thanks over her shoulder to Harry as she pushed the Chaser ahead of her into the tent.
Harry spun around to say goodbye to Ginny. He probably needed to admonish her to stay put too, he thought to himself. Ginny still had her wand out and her eyes were actually bright with excitement, not fear. It wouldn't be out of character for her to jump on her broom and try chasing after the suspects herself; she had certainly proven herself capable during the DA and afterwards, in real battle. He was about to tell her to get inside the tent when a strange sight in the corner of his eye made him stop. Two dark, blurred figures were slipping away between several buildings across the field, headed in the direction of the Harpies' more remote practice areas.
"What the . . ." he began, already half moving in that direction. Ginny caught his eye and then looked towards the figures. She understood immediately and moved in tandem with him.
"Ginny . . ." Harry didn't even have time to stop her, he was too focused on keeping his eyes on the cloaked men. "Get back to the tent."
"No," she replied, jogging easily beside him. "There's no one else to help right now."
Harry sighed but didn't push it. She was right, anyway. But as they broke past the final building, there was swirl of smoke and then nothing.
"Damn," Harry swore, looking into the trees where two figures had been just moments ago. "How did they get past the Anti-Apparition wards?"
"More importantly, how are they getting out of the security wards?" said Ginny. "No one should be able to make it to those trees from here; the boundary of Harpies' property is about ten feet closer, and away from the two main entrances, the wards prevent both comings and goings."
Harry frowned at her words, then sighed. There was going to be hell to pay as soon as the damage assessment was complete. And he wasn't sure he wasn't going to be one of the people paying it. He and the rest of the team of Aurors that had been supposedly working on security all week.
"Better get back," he said to Ginny, even though facing Kingsley and the team owners was the last thing he wanted to do. He put his hand on Ginny's arm automatically, but before he could even take a step there was another puff of wind against his head and he heard Kingsley's voice.
"Potter! Where are you?" Ginny looked up curiously. Harry knew that all she could hear was a strange rushing noise as Kingsley communicated with him via a two-way spell developed by the Aurors.
Harry waved his wand in the air and muttered Kingsley's name before replying. "I'm by the far left scrimmage field. I chased two figures here but they Disapparated somehow. And apparently got around the regular security wards as well."
"Have you seen Ginny Weasley?" interrupted Kingsley. "She's the only Harpies player missing."
Harry hesitated, looking at Ginny before replying. "Uhh, yeah. She's with me. She . . . helped me chase down the two men." Inwardly, Harry groaned. Auror policy was to protect the innocent first, even before chasing or fighting threats. He was going to get raked over the coals for letting Ginny come with him.
But Kingsley didn't seem upset at the breach of policy. "I'm glad she's safe. You're going to have to keep her with you there a while longer. The situation has gotten more complicated."
"What's wrong?"
HPHPHPHPHP
"What's wrong?" Ginny looked up when the tone of Harry's voice changed as he spoke into the air. She remembered him telling her about new ways the Aurors had to communicate over distances, ways that were subtler than talking Patronuses, and she assumed that was what Harry was doing. He nodded at whatever he was hearing. Then, "You're kidding. They did what?" Another nod. "Okay. How long, do you think? Yeah, I will. And I'll let you know if I see any."
Harry waved his wand in the air again and looked at Ginny. He was about to speak when his head suddenly whipped around in response to something she couldn't see. Abruptly he squinted and rubbed his eyes and then grabbed her and pulled her with him into the copse of trees right at the edge of the property. "Close your eyes," he commanded, backing her into a large oak and pushing her head down into his chest. Ginny was about to ask what was going on when she felt Harry moving his arm near her and heard him mutter Kingsley's name again. A second later he spoke, but not to her.
"I found one. Stinging spray by the smell of it – I caught some in my face before I could get a shield up. No, I think she's okay. That's fine, I can handle it. She . . . she understands these things better than most. Okay."
"We have to stay here for a while," Harry's voice was low and serious in her ear. Ginny knew she should probably be scared, but Harry's closeness was distracting her from most rational thought. "They've booby trapped the area with charms that are tied to movement." He swore. "It's really clever, actually. We must have set off one when we ran here. A stinging solution, I think. Do your eyes hurt?" His hand was suddenly under her chin and he lifted her face up. "Open them so I can see."
Ginny did as she was told. Harry's eyes looked into hers, so intense and focused they were almost black. His expression was calm but Ginny had felt him shiver when he touched her face. "They look okay," he finally said. "Keep your head down though. Kingsley said they are going to try to send charmed Bludgers into the area to uncover the other traps."
Ginny couldn't help but look up at Harry. "While we're still here?" she asked incredulously.
Harry shrugged. "We don't really have a choice. It's better that setting them off accidentally while we walk back and if they lower the Anti-Apparition wards it could set everything off at once. I put a number of protective charms around us. They should keep out the types of spells and charms we seem to be dealing with." He tightened his arms around her, but the move felt reflexive and businesslike to Ginny, as if Harry was simply fulfilling his duty as an Auror to protect her.
"What is . . ." Ginny began, but Harry shushed her. "I need to be able to hear the charms as they go off," he said. Almost immediately, there was a loud pop nearby and Harry pulled her head to his chest again. "Hold on." Ginny smelled something sickly sweet and heard Harry mutter under his breath as he waved his wand around them again. After a long minute he relaxed slightly and Ginny dared to look up. He had an unreadable expression on his face and after a glance at her, he looked over her shoulder into the distance, as if searching for something. At the same time, she felt his body shift, almost infinitesimally, against hers. The briefest moment of pressure against her belly and then gone. Ginny shivered. She knew that feeling – and she wished it would come back.
A second later she was ashamed at herself. She must have imagined it. They were in danger, right now! Harry was protecting her and she was acting like a randy teenager! Ginny shook her head, willing it to clear of other visions of Harry pressed up against her the way he was now. But she couldn't ignore the tingling between between her legs or the way her heart started beating even faster.
Hopefully he just thinks I'm scared.
But then Harry shifted again and Ginny was sure. The motion was familiar, and even though she hadn't felt it since the early days of their relationship, there was no question in her mind what it was. Harry was trying to hide his arousal from her, but at the same time, she knew, he didn't completely want to. It was just like when they had first gotten together and neither of them knew exactly what to do with Harry's overly excited member. He had been duly embarrassed when he got hard while they were kissing and Ginny had never known whether to say anything, ignore it, or do what she really wanted, and grind herself against it.
She was faced with a similar dilemma now. It was better, in a way, because it wasn't her first encounter with one of Harry's erections, but of course, it was also much worse, because there was nothing to do about it.
Harry rubbed more purposely against her, still looking away and Ginny couldn't help it when her hips almost automatically thrust back. Harry sucked in his breath and looked down at her. His eyes were still wary of their surroundings but underneath the awareness was . . . something else that made Ginny's breath catch in her throat. He stared at her for a long minute and then his eyes went unfocused and Ginny heard the rushing sound again. Immediately, Harry was in full Auror mode again, speaking to Kingsley.
"Yes. Okay. Well, that's something. No, we heard two more – one was definitely another stinging solution and then a muddling gas again. Right." He listened for another minute. His eyes were far away but his body moved almost imperceptibly closer and Ginny felt his erection press into her hip. She didn't dare breath. Suddenly Harry looked swiftly down at her. He kept staring while he told Kingsley, "Give us about ten minutes. I want to make sure the area's clear first." He didn't break eye contact while he nodded and finished his conversation, waving his wand until it was silent again.
Ginny just looked back at him. The air was so heavy around them that she wasn't sure she'd be able to lift her legs to walk out of there. She didn't want to move away from the feel of his hot breath on her neck as he tried to slow his breathing. "What . . ." she began.
"Don't." Harry's hands were on her shoulders, his body pressing into hers. He wasn't looking at her anymore and Ginny heard him swallow harshly, as if considering. She rolled her hips against his and he thrust back so violently she knew he wasn't completely in control of his actions. His eyes met hers one more time and whatever he saw in them seemed to convince him because suddenly he was pressing against her insistently, moving up and down against her until his erection found her center and she gasped.
HPHPHPHPHPH
As soon as he pulled Ginny against him to protect her from the Stinging Spray, Harry knew he was in trouble. Even though his brain was mentally cataloguing every inch of the scene around them, looking for anything suspicious and tensed to defend if necessary, his body was clearly getting ready to enjoy itself, completely oblivious to the danger.
Actually, in this case, his body was the danger. Whether to Ginny, or Harry's own pride, he wasn't sure. Focus, Harry! Think of Kingsley in a pink thong! But that wouldn't work here, because Harry's mind was on full Auror alert. Only his body wasn't paying attention. And he couldn't get away from her smell, a mixture of the clean, flowery scent he'd always loved mixed with sweat and adrenaline. It made his heart beat faster and reminded him of Gryffindor Quidditch and snogging afterwards in the changing rooms. And now that his penis had found the familiar curve of Ginny's inner thigh, Harry couldn't stop himself from brushing it against her. And again.
It was if his body had a mind of its own, completely disconnected from his brain. And that other mind wanted to thrust. With superhuman effort, Harry shifted away, simultaneously tightening his arms around Ginny as he heard another charm explode nearby. Hopefully it would be over soon and he could get the hell away before he really . . .
She thrust back.
Harry's brain turned off at that point. Had she really? Maybe she's just trying to push me away from her . . . with her pelvis. Harry stifled a groan. It wasn't like Ginny was unfamiliar with his erections. Or his bumbling attempts (usually failing) to hide them. It had taken almost their entire time together at Hogwarts for him not to feel self conscious at the reaction his body had for her pretty much all the time. Usually he had just hidden it under his robes. But when they had been pressed together, like they were now, well, there had been no place to hide. And he was sure that now, like then, his shifting and wiggling wasn't fooling her at all. Ginny pushed against him again, gently, and Harry decided not to think. This felt too good. It had been so long and . . .
Kingsley. Damn.
It hopefully sounded to his superior that Harry was in full Auror mode – focused on protecting an innocent and keeping his wits about him while he looked for any other dangers.
Hopefully Kingsley had no idea that a completely other section of Harry's brain was not really thinking about anything at all.
Mechanically, Harry ended the call. He couldn't look at her. Walk away, Harry. Walk away. Now. But he knew he wouldn't. He'd just asked Kingsley for ten minutes, so he could . . . what? Ginny rolled her hips into his more insistently and as if it was a moth drawn to a flame, Harry couldn't help but push back. She started to say something and the sound of her voice made him waver. Don't talk.
"Don't." He grasped her tightly and covered her body with his, up against the tree. Her head tilted back and she moaned lightly under him, her hands already at the front of his trousers. She didn't bother with his belt, just unzipped and slipped her hand inside.
"Yesssss." The word ripped from Harry's mouth and he thrust into her hand, feeling her, soft and warm against his heat. He pulled roughly at the bottom of her jersey until it was up under her armpits and ran his hands over her taut stomach and then underneath the bottom of the fitted sports bra she wore. Ginny groaned as he found her nipples and Harry groaned back when he found they were already hard.
Ten minutes.
Harry let his instincts take over completely, grabbing at his belt and pushing down his trousers and boxers. His now full erection swung free and Ginny grasped it with both hands, running up and down the length. She was panting slightly and when he put his hands on her waist and dipped his fingers inside to caress the smooth skin of her hips he stopped and looked at her. She looked back, her eyes wide and unfocused. She swallowed hard and he felt her shudder as she shuffled closer to his erect penis, trying to push it against her center.
"Just fucking do it, Harry," she growled suddenly and then the glorious pressure on him was gone because she was fumbling with her own uniform pants.
"I got it," he said roughly. He pulled them, and her knickers down in one motion and closed the gap between them. She kicked off one side of her pants and wrapped her leg around his hip, and he could feel her wetness rub against his bare skin. His breath hitched in his throat and he grabbed her bum in his hands and lifted her up until he could lower her onto his shaft, sliding her down smoothly until he filled her completely. He froze there for a second, enjoying the feel of being completely encased by her – a feeling he just couldn't recreate with his hand. Then he pressed her into the tree to balance himself before pulling back and thrusting.
She had both hands on his back, clawing him through the material of his shirt and her other leg came up and wrapped around him too. Roughly he pushed into her once, twice, and three times and he knew he was close. He hadn't had sex in over ten months, he'd been wanking to images of Ginny in her Quidditch gear for a week and they could be discovered by Harry's boss any minute. One more thrust and Harry exploded inside her, letting his head fall onto her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
He lowered her with shaking arms to the ground, thinking belatedly that it was a good thing she still had her shirt on, or the bark of the tree would have been uncomfortable. It had been very quick, completely physical, and extremely satisfying.
For him.
HPHPHPHPHPH
Ginny felt an ache of disappointment when Harry groaned with his orgasm. Her body was still tightly coiled around the desire he'd created by grabbing her here, against the tree. While talking to Kingsley, for Merlin's sake! When he'd put his hands on her bum to lift her onto him she'd groaned out loud with relief of months of pent up frustration she hadn't even been aware of feeling. The position of his penis as it thrust in and out had rubbed deliciously against her clit, but not for quite long enough to get her over the edge too. And now he was done and pulling up his trousers and it looked like Ginny was going to have to finish on her own, later.
She bent down to straighten her pants before pulling them up, but the feel of Harry's hand on her bare hip stopped her.
"Wait," he said. She looked up at him and his eyes were still dark and serious. "You didn't . . . I mean, I want to . . . if you want . . ." he flushed, pulling his eyes away, but at the same time, his hand traveled lightly from her hip to brush against her curls, still wet with her own desire and his fluids.
Ginny couldn't help the shudder that went through her and she stood up and leaned back against the tree, closing her eyes, feeling tiny jolts of pleasure as Harry's fingers expertly swirled around her opening and then dipped inside. Even standing, she arched towards him, a whimper of need escaping as her thighs clenched involuntarily around his hand. In and out and in and out he thrust until Ginny felt the tingling growing between her legs and starting to travel upwards.
Then his thumb moved onto her clitoris with the exact right amount of pressure, circling slowly, pressing and retreating until Ginny didn't even remember her own name. She was only vaguely aware that Harry had moved closer to her as he worked, now rubbing himself gently against her thigh even as his hand worked her center.
"Ohhhh," Ginny groaned, reflexively contracting her legs and pushing herself back against the tree to keep herself upright as her entire body disconnected from everything except the pleasure Harry was giving her.
Harry added more pressure with his thumb and then Ginny was there and didn't even try to hold back. Her orgasm crashed over her as completely as his had and her hips tilted up towards him to draw it out just a few seconds longer. She didn't open her eyes as she felt him pull his hand away and heard him mutter the spells that would clean them both. Her legs were still shaking as she reached down again to pull up her pants, and then, finally, to look Harry in the face. His smile was resigned, but also a bit pleased, and Ginny was sure her face reflected his.
It may have been quick, and it may not have meant anything except pure physical enjoyment, but Ginny was sure that it would not have been nearly as good with anyone other than Harry. They couldn't ignore their past, or the barriers irrevocably between them now, but maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to enjoy themselves anyway.