We're going to talk about this, right?" Harry had his arm around Ginny's shoulder as they walked back but Ginny was pretty sure he was just following correct Auror policy to make sure she got back to the first aid tent in one piece.

"I mean . . . I don't want you to think . . . this wasn't . . . I didn't plan that, okay?"

"Neither did I," said Ginny, hoping the blush wasn't showing too much on her face. Because even though she had been surprised by Harry's actions, it would be a lie to say she hadn't been imagining . . . well, something like that, ever since Harry had joked about it.

"But . . . I enjoyed it." Harry's voice was quiet, and Ginny twisted around to look at him. There was no hint of a smile on his face now. She sighed.

"Yeah. I did too. Even though I wasn't expecting it."

"Maybe that's why it was fun," Harry mused. "Because we weren't expecting it." He looked at her. "I'm not, well, expecting anything now, don't worry." He had an odd look on his face and Ginny was about to assure him that she felt the same way when Harry squeezed her arm and pulled her to a stop just behind their workout room.

"Listen, we are going to talk, okay? I just can't . . . now, you know? I have to . . ."

"Go be an Auror, I know," Ginny finished for him. "Don't worry, Harry. Of all people, I definitely understand."

Harry looked relieved. "Thanks. I figured. I just didn't want you to think . . ." He trailed off, and shrugged.

Ginny sighed to herself. She actually didn't know if he was meant he didn't want her to think he wanted to start something again, or was being nice, and didn't want her to think they would never mention it again. Which conclusion should she jump to?

HPHPHPHPHPHP

After the kind of morning he'd had, Harry could have easily survived that night without a wank, but with Ginny's smell still on his robes and the feel and sight of her still in his head, he couldn't resist trying to recreate the sensation as best he could, alone. It wasn't even close, and yet, still better by far than any other evening. He sighed.

They had parted with Harry promising he would get in touch with her as soon as he had a free moment away from work, and she had reminded him that the following week the Harpies had several road games that would keep her away anyway, and so nothing had been decided. Unspoken between them was the understanding that they wouldn't mention what had happened to anyone; Ginny had actually been the first to wiggle away from his arm before they returned to the rest of the Harpies, giving Harry a small smile and telling him she could make it the rest of the way on her own.

It had been almost too easy, Harry realized. And that was why he wanted to do it again.

But first, he and Ginny had to talk. Just talk. Nothing else. As soon as both their schedules permitted it.

What their schedules permitted – the very next night, surprisingly – was for Harry to take Ginny up against the wall of the loo at the same pub they had run into each other the week before.

Harry had been finishing up an interview with the bartender about a regular group of customers who kept reserving a private room; Ginny was there because Gwenog decided the team needed to relax after the stress of the attacks.

When Harry caught Ginny's eye, she involuntarily licked her lips, and that was all it took. He raised his eyebrows in question, she jerked her head subtly towards the back of the pub, and the two of them met up in the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Harry was impressed with Ginny's quick transfiguration job – the sign that had said "Gents" suddenly became "out of order" – and the two of them slipped unobserved through the door.

"Why not the ladies?" Harry asked breathlessly once Ginny had looked critically around and cast a few quick cleaning spells on the space. Her hand was already at his zipper and she was insistently tugging his shirt out of his trousers with the other. Harry slid his hands up her back and pushed himself against her, groaning with relief as her fingers found him and began stroking softly, letting him harden in her hand.

"Less chance someone will need the gents," Ginny said, her explanation ending in a groan as Harry pulled her knickers down from under her skirt (damn, he liked skirts), and his fingers found her opening, already slick.

He swirled his fingers around a bit before delving in, determined to bring Ginny to orgasm first this time. Her back slid a little down the wall as Harry's ministrations splayed her legs wider and he caught her around the back with his other arm, cushioning her.

"Should have cast a charm on the wall too," she panted. "Didn't think of that."

"Have you ever had sex in a loo before?" asked Harry, smirking. He didn't think she'd be able to reply, as he'd just found her clit and was now gently stroking it back and forth with his thumb. Ginny swallowed hard. "I don't know," she gasped, somehow managing to raise her eyebrows at him even as her thighs clenched around his hand. "Have we?"

"Touche," laughed Harry."

Ginny was wiggling beneath his fingers and her own hand had fallen off of him because she'd grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him closer. Harry had to force himself to let his other arm remain where it was behind her. He swirled faster, knowing that once Ginny came, he could get relief too.

"Merlin," she groaned. "Wait . . . Harry . . . not like this."

"Huh?" Harry slowed his hand. She was changing her mind, now?

"I want you . . . inside me . . . before I come." Her hand was back at the front of his trousers and now she unbuttoned them and pushed them over Harry's hips, along with his boxers. Harry gingerly pulled his arm out from around her back; it was tingling from being pushed against the wall for so long. He didn't want to break the mood by asking Ginny to wait, but he didn't have enough feeling in his arm to support her weight just then. An idea hit him and he swallowed.

"Turn around," he said thickly. "Put your hands on the sink."

He watched as Ginny understood. She swallowed hard herself. "Yes," she whispered, neatly stepping out of her knickers and bending over so that her arms hugged the sink.

Harry pushed her skirt up over her hips. Her bum was clenched and Harry could just see her curls glistening below. He reached his hand around Ginny's front and found her center. He rubbed for a second and was rewarded as Ginny thrust involuntarily back into him.

Harry was so hard he was trembling slightly as he took himself in hand to position himself behind Ginny. One wrong stroke and he was afraid he might orgasm all her over back.

Slowly, he eased himself inside, hissing at the pressure this angle provided. Ginny moaned and bent over even farther, pushing herself back against his hips.

They had never had sex in this position before, and feeling himself moving in and out of Ginny, watching his penis appear and disappear as he plunged deeper and deeper, Harry had no idea why. It was bloody fantastic. In front of him, Ginny's voice was a garbled mix of "oh Merlins" and "right there, Harry, right there!" so he figured she was enjoying it too.

Harry had started with his hands on her hips, but now he moved one to snake around her waist.

Hmmm. Interesting.

From this position, Harry realized he could reach Ginny's clitoris easily, unblocked by his body as it was when they had sex face to face. He pulled back again, and as he thrust, he rubbed his thumb across it and Ginny screamed.

The sound of Ginny, undone below him, brought Harry right to the brink. He struggled not to slam Ginny's stomach into the sink as he pushed harder and harder, his rhythm completely gone.

"Come on, Ginny," he panted. "I'm there . . . I'm . . . there now, just . . . come onnnnn." He struggled to hold himself together for even a second longer; feeling Ginny writhing below him left barely another thought in his head.

"Touch me, Harry . . . Touch me more . . . I'm . . . almost . . . there . . ."

Ginny's scream had stilled Harry's hand, so focused was he on his own pleasure, and now he began to swirl frantically again. But he could not hold himself back and a second later he slammed into her a final time and came hard. His legs trembled so much beneath him that Harry nearly fell to the floor, pulling Ginny along with him into his lap. But she was gripping the sink too firmly as her back arched against him with her own climax. She screamed again, and this time it was his name.

Harry had no words. He rested his head against Ginny's back, panting, his other hand running gently up and down her side, underneath her shirt, which he had apparently pulled to the side at some point. Below him, Ginny was catching her breath.

"Did you set any silencing spells?" She asked eventually. Harry stilled.

"Uhh, no. Just a locking charm. And, umm, a contraceptive charm."

Ginny turned around to look at him. "You did? When? I don't remember."

Harry blushed. "Well, before, obviously. You were kind of distracted at the time."

"Ahhh." Ginny blushed too. "I did a charm after last time. We forgot then." She frowned. "Do you think anyone heard us?"

Harry couldn't help but smirk. "Probably just the entire pub. I've never heard you yell like that."

"Me? You're the one who was going on about how it was 'so good, so hot, so tight' as loudly as if you were at a Quidditch match."

Now it was Harry's turn to frown. "I did?" He could barely remember. "Wow. Well." He looked at Ginny. "It was that good."

Ginny smiled. "Yeah, it was. I guess we're not too bad at this one night stand stuff after all."

A protective feeling rose up in Harry. With you, I'm only that good with you. He bit the words back at the last minute and changed course. "And we should talk about that," said Harry firmly. "Before . . . I mean, in case . . . well, we just should talk. Can we find a booth or do you need to be with your team?"

"I'm not joined with them at the hip, Harry. Of course I can talk to you." She watched as he began to undo the locking charms on the loo door.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"You don't happen to have your Invisibility Cloak to get out of here, do you?"