Harry counted slowly to ten before rounding the corner and descending the final steps into the kitchen. Because of course, Ginny didn't think they should return together, someone might suspect something.

As if they don't already, after I went barreling upstairs to pull Ginny out of the loo.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and a way to get Ginny back for shaking her arse in his face. And the look she gave him when he convinced her to open the bathroom door had been priceless. But now he was stuck with a rather painful erection in the middle of the very group of people who would like nothing better than to either take the mickey out of him for shagging their sister, or worse, start questioning him about whether he and Ginny were having a relationship.

He caught Ginny's eye and saw that she looked as uncomfortable as he was.

Bugger. Coming here, now, had probably been a really bad idea on both their parts. It should have been in the rules, actually. No visits to the Burrow. The line between what used to be and what was, now, was too blurry. He sighed and wondered if his stomachache excuse could get him back up to the loo at any point that evening.

"Harry, can you give me a hand for a second?" Molly was looking up from the counter, frowning. "I don't have enough berries for the trifle. Will you and Ron go to the garden and gather some? The plants are under warming charms so you may have to search a bit."

Me and Ron?

"I thought Hermione wanted to show Ron her choices for wedding robes," said Harry innocently. He glanced at Ginny, and then just as quickly looked back at her mother. "Maybe . . . uhh, maybe I should just go by myself. I'm sure I can find what you need."

Ginny snorted. "He'll probably come back with beans and tomatoes, mum. Harry's never seen warming charms before." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm sure those will be delicious in the trifle."

"Fine," Harry huffed. "You go then. I'll stay in here and get started on the Firewhisky with Fred and George. He looked over to the corner where Ginny's brothers were lining up a number of bottles. It looked as though they planned to get "Ickle Ronniekins" quite pissed in honor of his engagement.

"Not likely," said Ginny. "If I'm going, you're going." She grabbed a bottle of the whisky and a basket. "Come on."

"Try to get strawberries and raspberries and blackberries, if you can," called Molly after them.

Neither of them spoke as they walked stiffly outside. Ginny unscrewed the bottle on the cap and took a long pull. "Subtle, Potter. I thought we were supposed to be acting natural."

Harry grabbed the bottle from her and drank, feeling the warmth reach almost to his toes. "Right. And charming your shirt to disappear and shaking your arse in my face is 'acting natural.' You might as well have stood up in the middle of the kitchen and announced to everyone that we're shagging."

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him. "And are we?"

Harry paused for only a millisecond. "Hell yes, we are. Can you put a Silencing Charm around the entire garden?"

Ginny took the bottle from him and took another drink. "Whatever it takes, Harry."

Harry looked back at the Burrow, half expecting to see the entire Weasley clan gathered at the door watching them, but no one was there. Mentally thanking Ron for getting engaged, he quickened his pace until he was inside the garden's wall and could no longer see the house.

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Ginny supposed she should have been nervous that she was planning on having sex with her ex-boyfriend practically within sight of her parents' house – while her entire family was inside. But she couldn't dredge up much fear; she was far too eager to get Harry's trousers off and relieve the ache that had been building inside her ever since he'd stepped through the Floo. It was definitely to their advantage that Ron and Hermione were pulling everyone's attention away; even the twins hadn't bothered to question her bizarre actions after Harry had spent that ridiculous amount of time under the table charming away her knickers, and no one had batted an eyelash when she and Harry had left the kitchen together to go pick berries.

She doubted that the rest of them were even bothering to wait for dessert before they started opening bottles and plying Ron with drink; she was glad she'd thought to grab a bottle of Firewhiskey before it was all gone. She took another swig and shivered as the fire burned down her throat and into her belly, where it collided with an entirely different type of heat. Her aborted attempt at pleasuring herself up in the loo had left her clitoris tingling, and knowing what they were about to do only aroused her further. She glanced at Harry. His face was set with a determination that could have made him look grim if she hadn't recognized the need plainly under the surface. She could guess how much effort it was taking him to walk casually as he moved swiftly away from the entrance to the garden towards one of the darker corners, partially obscured by several tall tomato plants.

She couldn't resist baiting him.

"We probably should pick the berries first, don't you think?"

The look he gave her – part desperation, part incredulous disbelief – was so funny that Ginny couldn't hold back a snort. The action sent a shock of heat between her legs and she tensed involuntarily, doing everything in her power to keep her gaze calm.

Harry swallowed thickly. "Uhh, d'you?" His eyes pleaded with her and Ginny gave in.

Not that it took much.

"I think the berries can wait," she whispered, watching as relief flooded Harry's features. He moved towards her and grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey, taking another long pull before reaching down in front of her. He roughly grabbed the bottom of her jumper and pushed it up, exposing her skin to the cool air. She shivered, even more so when both of his warm hands wrapped around her back, fumbled there for a second, and then unclasped her bra.

He pushed the fabric aside and immediately buried his face in her breasts.

"Been waiting for this," he mumbled against her skin. He was breathing heavily, almost panting in and out against her as his hands kneaded and his tongue explored.

Ginny tried to tease. "I'll bet you . . . . ohhhh . . . ." her flippant remark died on her lips as Harry's tongue flitted across an erect nipple, making her other harden as well.

"You . . . made me . . . so . . . hard," he groaned. "Flashing me in front of your brothers." He stopped talking then and resumed his exploration of her chest with his mouth.

"Oh, so you liked that, huh?" Ginny responded breathlessly. She'd tangled both her hands in his hair and was gently guiding him back and forth as he suckled first one breast and then the other.

"Mmmmhmmm" was his only response.

Ginny supposed it was still chilly for late April evening, but her head was buzzing pleasantly and the air felt wonderful on her overheated flesh. She pulled her jumper completely over her head and let it fall to the ground before reaching down between them.

Harry's squeak of surprise as Ginny cupped his erection made her giggle. She'd forgotten just how much Harry liked playing with her breasts. She suspected he could have stayed where he was for another half hour if she let him, able to somehow ignore his own needs until they were almost explosive.

She giggled again as another memory came to her – Harry, Sixth Year, getting so aroused while focusing on Ginny's chest that he'd been unable to hold in his orgasm until she'd actually touched him first. The look on his face as he'd suddenly come all over his half-opened trousers had been priceless, but the experience hadn't at all dampened Harry's enthusiasm for that part of Ginny's anatomy.

Now, it appeared that her laughter – and the jiggling that accompanied it – was again succeeding in working Harry into a frenzy. He was humming slightly as he worked against her, and his hips were thrusting in and out of their own accord; his position at her chest keeping the rest of him just slightly too far away to actually make contact with Ginny's own center.

In one move, she pushed Harry's head away and grabbed his bum, pulling his erection to her.

"Mmmm . . . whaa . . . ?" His eyes opened wide and he seemed almost surprised to find Ginny's breasts suddenly gone. She raised her eyebrows.

"Don't want you to get too carried away there, do we?"

Harry blushed and shook his head, his hips already finding a rhythm against hers.

"H-h-how d'you wanna do this?" Harry's eyes were unnaturally bright and his words slightly slurred. His erection was pushing at the front of his pants and Ginny giggled again. Everything seemed really funny tonight.

She poked Harry in the chest. "How? How? Don't you know how by now?!" She snorted. "How by now! I rhymed!" Harry giggled back at her and Ginny poked him again.

"Hey! Quit poking me!" he protested. "I'm supposed to be poking you-ou-ouuu!" Harry ended in a sing-song voice, grinning at her stupidly.

"Well then, get . . . on . . . with . . . it!" Ginny grinned back, poking him one time with each word. She must have been stronger than she thought because Harry took an automatic step backwards and Ginny lost her balance, sitting down hard in the dirt.

"Owww!"

Harry leered at her from above. "That's what you get for poking me!" he teased. His expression turned suggestive. "However, now that you're down there . . ."

Ginny wrapped her arms around herself. "On the ground? It's dirty!"

Harry was already lowering himself to his knees in front of her, his eyes and hands going automatically to her breasts again. "So?" he said heavily, leaning in to suck. "Are you a witch or what? We'll just use cleaning charms." His tongue darted across her nipple and Ginny shivered. Her hand was resting on something soft and when she realized it was her jumper she grabbed it and pulled it back on, pushing Harry away at the same time.

He looked around, confused.

"Hey! Where'd they go?" he pouted. Ginny ignored Harry's complaint and pulled him closer before lying back on the ground. Harry's eyes wandered away from her now covered chest and after a second his expression brightened.

"I forgot I banished your knickers - cool!" He fumbled at his waist and pushed down his jeans and boxers, giggling as his erection sprang free and pointed out towards Ginny. "It's saying hi!"

"Hi," said Ginny dreamily. She had already hiked up her skirt and was making slow, lazy circles around her clit, her hips rising and falling in anticipation. Harry shuffled a bit closer, reaching his own hand in to cover hers. Ginny groaned. "Soooo good,"

The head of Harry's penis tickled Ginny's entrance and she tried widening her legs to allow him to enter. He just couldn't get quite close enough until she lifted her bum off the ground and balanced one leg on each of his shoulders. His grin widened. "This is new," he said, looking straight down into her center. A second later he thrust hard.

Ginny groaned with pleasure. She almost felt like the lower half of her body was weightless, its only purpose to accept Harry's thrusts inside her. Since she couldn't reach him from her position on the ground she continued to minister to herself as Harry pumped in and out. It wouldn't take long for either of them, she could tell. Her own crest was building and Harry's eyes had gone unfocused, his rhythm becoming erratic. He pushed hard into her and stopped, panting, resting his hands on her legs as he struggled to contain himself.

Ginny couldn't help pulsing against him, making tiny thrusts up and down and clenching her muscles around his penis, still buried deep. He groaned.

"Oh Merlin that feels . . . ohhh, don't . . . stop . . ."

"Pull out slowly and then come back in," Ginny instructed. She knew it would take all his control and she wanted to see how long he could last.

Harry bit his lip as he moved his hips slowly backwards until he had withdrawn all but his tip.

"Now back in. Just as slowly," she commanded. Harry nodded and swallowed hard. His eyes were almost black and they stared into her own. He wanted to do exactly as she asked, Ginny could tell. Even though it was nearly impossible for him to hold on at that point.

As soon as he was fully inside her again, Ginny clenched around him. She closed her eyes, struggling for her own control.

"Once m-m-more?" she asked breathlessly, losing the ability to command him as her own climax neared.

"Yeah," Harry gasped, clutching at her knees as he pulled out again.

Ginny barely dared to breath. Harry pushed back into her, his body vibrating with unreleased tension. As she watched, his head fell onto his chest and the muscles in his jaw tightened with effort.

"Ginny," he gasped. "I've got to . . ."

"Let go, Harry," she cried, feeling her orgasm crash over her. She kept clenching around him as he pulled back and thrust into her wildly, finally groaning with pleasure and relief as he finished.

Harry lowered Ginny's legs to the ground and then collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her stomach and moving up and down as she breathed.

"That was . . . I didn't think I could . . . hold on . . . that long," he panted. "Amazing. It was amazing."

Ginny smiled beneath him. "I think it was the position."

"And the fact that we drank half a bottle of Firewhisky and had sex in your parents' garden," giggled Harry.

Ginny giggled back. "The berries! We need to get the berries!" She tried pushing against Harry's head but he wouldn't budge.

"Let someone else pick the berries," he mumbled.

"Well, if that's what you want," said Ginny mischievously. "We can wait here, just like this, until my mum sends one of my brothers out to see if the gnomes got us. Or, maybe she'll just come out here herself."

Harry scrambled off her immediately. "Bloody Hell, do you think she's coming? He pulled up his pants and began pawing desperately at his belt, trying to get it back through the loops of his jeans.

Ginny sat up and smirked. "Not yet, Harry. It's okay." He still looked panicked and Ginny reached over and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. "Here, take a drink and calm down."

Harry took two big gulps as his breathing slowed and the smile returned to his face. He shoved the bottle back at Ginny. "Here, you're getting behind."

Ginny took a long drink and grabbed the basket. "Let's pick berries, Potter."