Harry didn't say anything else for a minute, just continued to stroke Ginny's hair and drop light kisses onto her head. He was breathing rather raggedly and Ginny looked up, concerned. "Are you still in pain?"

Harry shook his head. "Not much. I'm just trying to figure out how to explain . . . what I have to explain." Ginny felt him shift below her, and tighten his arms around her waist. She leaned tentatively into his chest, still not sure she wasn't hurting him.

"I have something to tell you too," she said quietly. Now that they were talking honestly and admitting everything they felt, Ginny couldn't stand the thought of keeping her secrets for even a second longer. Still, she wondered how Harry was going to react to her news.

"The night we broke up, I removed a bunch of memories of you and me together," she said in a rush. "To keep it from hurting so much."

Whatever Ginny had imagined Harry's response to be, the snort of laughter he let out at her words had not been among the choices. But laughing he was, squeezing Ginny tightly to his chest and saying in a wheezing voice, "you . . . you took out memories!" before dissolving back into giggles.

"Why is that so funny?" Even though Ginny was relieved that Harry didn't seem upset about what she had done, she didn't understand why he was laughing about it.

Harry took a deep breath. "Sorry," he gasped. "It's just . . . that. . . I did the same thing!" He buried his head in her hair and started shaking, and Ginny knew he was trying to control himself, but it was too late. With a great snort of her own, she began laughing too, the absolute incongruity of the entire situation finally getting to her. Was it only an hour ago that she nearly hated Harry? Thirty minutes since she'd feared him dead? It was almost too much to believe, that everything was suddenly, irrevocably, okay.

"I can't believe it," she finally said weakly, tears still streaming out of her eyes. "We're both such idiots, thinking that would work."

"Yep," said Harry. "Actually, I think it made things worse. At least for me." His voice had grown serious again and Ginny wiped her face and twisted to look up at him.

"What do you mean?" she asked, even though she had a pretty good idea what Harry was going to say.

"I think if I hadn't put all those good memories away, it would have been obvious to me a long time ago that I didn't want to be apart from you – that I couldn't be apart from you and be happy."

"And when we came up with that whole 'friends with benefits' thing," said Ginny, picking up the thread of Harry's thoughts, "for a while, the physical relationship masked what I really wanted."

"What we really wanted," Harry corrected softly. "And every time I'd start to feel those desires again, I ignored them, until they got to be too much. And then I pulled out more – just a couple weeks ago." Ginny heard him huff to himself. "What was I thinking?"

"You didn't want to hurt me, just like I didn't want to hurt you, or pressure you, or whatever." Ginny sighed. "What a waste."

Harry chuckled. "You know what we need to do, don't you?"

Ginny nodded into Harry's chest. "Go find our vials. Put the memories back."

"Would you want . . . I mean, we could maybe look at a few, first, if you wanted," said Harry. "Together. I have a Pensieve."

Ginny leaned up and kissed Harry lightly on the lips. "I'd like that."

It took a remarkably short amount of time to leave the scene of the explosion. Harry got checked by a healer who added a few healing spells of her own and then he had a brief conversation with Kingsley. After that, Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry and Apparated then both to her flat. She suspected that Kingsley had run interference for them because even the press stayed away as they walked slowly to the Apparation safe point back in the park across from the remains of the pub.

Her flat was thankfully empty and had a rather deserted feel to it; Leandra's parents had finished packing and Ginny's eyes moved automatically to the bare places on the living room walls where the other Chaser's photos and knick-knacks had been. Shaking her head, Ginny slipped into her room and grabbed the vial of memories off her shelf. She pulled off her now filthy and ripped dress and pulled on a pair of jeans and button down shirt before rejoining Harry in the living room.

This time he wrapped his arms around her before whisking them to his flat, and when they arrived just inside his front door, he didn't immediately let go. A month earlier, Ginny knew, they would probably both have been half naked by now. She stood contentedly inside the circle of Harry's arms instead, feeling the beating of his heart matching hers. She could have stayed there forever. Except . . .

"Harry?" Ginny had just thought of something.

"Hmmm?" his voice matched hers in contentment.

"Is the flat still warded to allow Ron to Apparate directly inside?"

Harry pushed away from her a bit and pulled out his wand. "Not for long," he muttered. "If I remember correctly, he moved out about two hours ago."

Walking into Harry's bedroom, Ginny felt the oddest sense of déjà vu. She knew she had been in the room before – it felt familiar - and yet at the same time, everything was different. She looked at Harry.

"When was I here last?" she asked.

Harry's eye wrinkled as he thought. "I'm not sure," he finally admitted. He turned and rummaged through the trunk at the end of his bed – his Hogwarts trunk, Ginny noted with amusement. A second later he stood up clutching a ball of socks and a Pensieve.

"You kept your memories in a ball of socks?" Ginny couldn't keep the laughter out of her voice.

"Hey," Harry responded in a mock indignant tone, "those socks have protected a lot of important things over the years." He dumped the Pensieve on the bed. "So, how do you want to do this? I think it might be easiest if we just dumped all the memories into the bowl and went in after them. That how we review witness statements from a number of people at the same time at work – each thought stays more or less separate in the bowl."

"Okay." Ginny picked up her wand and popped the top off her vial. The thoughts swirled around as she poured them into the bowl and she wondered what exactly she was about to see – it was odd, not being able to remember her own experiences. Harry poured his vial in on top of hers and then held out his hand, giving her a lopsided smile.

"Ready?" he asked.

At first things were confusing as Ginny tried to get her bearings; she had never been in a Pensieve before and for a couple of seconds, images seemed to be assaulting her from all sides. But Harry's hand was tight in hers and after a moment she figured out that what she was seeing – images were passing in front of her as if she was flipping pages in a picture book. The first images were just brief glimpses of times she didn't even realize she had forgotten, of her and Harry doing ordinary things together – but obviously more than friends . . .

"These must be the less specific memories." Harry's voice was low beside her. "We seem to have a lot of the same ones."

It was true – Ginny could tell which of the mixed memories were hers and which were Harry's – the ones she had contributed seemed more obvious to her somehow. But many of the visions were shared, and Ginny was amused to watch them from two perspectives.

She and Harry having a snowball fight – she watched herself giggle as she slipped snow down his back and again as he tackled her, laughing, and then leaned in close to her for a kiss . . .

A dinner at the Burrow soon after the war ended. She was leaning sleepily into Harry and he was stroking her hair, both of them looking supremely relaxed. . .

A vision she didn't remember of her flying through the air and scoring a goal – her first Harpies game. Harry hadn't taken his eyes off of her for a second; she might as well have been flying alone, so little did he look at the rest of the game.

Harry's face, coming through the portrait hole after they'd won the Quidditch Cup – his delight at hearing they'd won turning to absolute joy and surprise as Ginny threw herself into his arms and his lips met hers.

The next scene slowed down and Ginny was looking at her and Harry walking slowly across the grounds at Hogwarts, only days after that first kiss. Ginny could hear them laughing together and she vaguely remembered that they had finally managed to escape Ron, who had been following them everywhere.

". . . not going to be happy when he figures out what you did to his boxers," Harry was laughing.

"Serves him right for trying to sit between us at dinner, again," Ginny replied. "It will be great when we're out of school and he's not around every single second. Hopefully he will have realized he's desperately in love with Hermione by then."

"I wouldn't hold my breath," Harry said.

From her position in the Pensieve, Ginny watched memory-Harry's face grow serious and she suddenly remembered the direction their conversation had taken.

"Assuming I live long enough to get out of school," Harry's voice was grave as he sat down under a tree and motioned for Ginny to join him.

It was the first time the two of them had talked about the prophecy and their future – and Harry's fear that he didn't have one. Ginny remembered feeling as if things had shifted between them that day – no more were they two friends in the beginnings of a relationship - it went much deeper than that. Even though they hadn't used the words, that was the day . . .

"That's when I knew I loved you." Harry interrupted Ginny's thoughts as clearly as if he had read them.

"Me too," she said, leaning closer into him as the scene faded and the next one came into view.

Next was the first time Harry had told her he loved her – they were both filthy and exhausted in Harry's dormitory right after the Final Battle. Ginny buried her face in Harry's chest as the memory played out; the combination of bliss and shock and heartbreak so evident on their younger faces was too much for her to relive for a moment. Harry stroked her back and after a second, Ginny looked up in time to hear Harry say the words again, both in the Pensieve and next to her.

"I love you, Ginny." But the Pensieve Harry continued. "I don't ever want to be apart from you again."

Ginny turned her back on the Pensieve images and looked up at Harry.

"I love you too. And I know so much better now what exactly that means."

"Right," Harry agreed. "It's okay to be apart sometimes, it's healthy, even. It doesn't mean we don't love each other, that we have our own jobs and other friends. I didn't understand that before."

"Just as long as we're together in our hearts," Ginny agreed. She smirked up at him. "Or whenever one of us feels like a good shag."

They chuckled together and as the scene before them changed, Ginny drew in a breath.

It was another memory that both of them had added. They were standing together in her room at the Burrow, and as Ginny watched, Harry leaned in and began to kiss slowly up her neck, his hands busy at her waist and the buttons to her jeans. It wasn't their first time, Ginny realized, but definitely one of their best. Beside her, she heard Harry's breath hitch in his throat as he realized what he was seeing.

They had slipped away at the end of one of the Weasley's big family dinners. The dishes were clean and everyone was starting to pair up with spouses and girlfriends. Ron and Hermione had gone up to the attic and Ginny had drawn Harry into her room, shutting the door and locking and silencing it.

Harry's own hands were moving almost unconsciously at her waist as he watched his memory self slip his hands underneath Ginny's shirt. Ginny shivered as she watched herself push into Harry with a groan, her head falling back as he trailed kisses across her jaw. The couple in front of them fell onto her bed; the memory Ginny's move to shrug out of her jeans and roll on top of Harry was achingly familiar and filled her with the kind of desire she hadn't felt in all their months of recent shagging. They had made love off and on all night, she remembered, and in between they'd talked about everything and nothing before finally falling asleep in each other's arms right before daybreak.

"I think I've seen enough." Harry's voice was ragged in her ear.

"Let's go," Ginny agreed, and taking his hand, the two of them rose out of the Pensieve back into the quiet of Harry's room.

He turned to her, smiling almost shyly as he ran one hand down her cheek and cupped her chin. "Is it okay," he began hesitantly, "if we don't get undressed, right away?" Harry's eyes were wide as they looked at her. "I want to go slowly."

Ginny could only nod. She felt none of the frantic rush that had accompanied their recent couplings. They had certainly been fun – the thrill of getting caught made them both hot – but now all she could think about was what had been missing. Harry was feeling it too, she could tell, and letting him take the lead made her feel like she had felt back at Hogwarts, when they were both a little fumbling and inexperienced.

Taking her hands, Harry led her to his bed and sat her down next to him. For a long moment they just stared at each other, and Ginny realized how little she had actually looked at Harry's face these past months. Gone was the tight jaw and worry lines that Ginny had assumed were a necessary by-product of being an Auror; now she realized that a lot of Harry's stress, like her own, probably had a more personal source. He looked supremely relaxed now, and the spasms of joy that flitted across his face made her suspect he was trying as hard as she was not to just grin outright.

He gave in first, finally smiling widely and pulling her closer to him until his lips were right against her ear.

"I'm going to kiss you for a while. I've really missed kissing you," he said softly, letting his lips brush against her hair.

"Please," was all Ginny could think to say. Harry pushed her gently back until she was laying on the bed and continued to plant tiny featherlight kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to her cheeks and forehead. Ginny felt like she was floating; she closed her eyes and gave into the sensation. When Harry's lips finally met her own, she reached up and grabbed the back of his head, holding him there in place.

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Lying on the bed, kissing Ginny, Harry had to fight the urge to climb up and cover her body completely with his. He'd meant it when he told her wanted to go slow and savor every second, and putting his already rather alert penis any closer to the vicinity of Ginny's body would not be conducive to taking things slowly.

Instead, he brushed the hair back from her face and then ran one hand down her side and up under her shirt. As his fingers grazed her bare stomach, Ginny shivered and Harry couldn't help but tickle her, grinning as she squirmed.

"No fair!" she said breathlessly, swatting his hand away. "You're supposed to be playing nice."

"Oh, I can be very, very nice when I want to be," Harry said. He dipped his head down and began kissing Ginny's stomach. After a moment, she reached down and began unbuttoning her shirt. Harry looked up in time to see Ginny's bare breasts appear in his line of sight and he groaned.

"Merlin, Ginny, don't you ever wear a bra?" His view was not doing anything to help him control things below his waist and he wiggled his growing erection against the mattress to try to get some relief.

Ginny giggled. "I can conjure one up if you really want," she said innocently.

"Don't you dare," Harry growled back. He sat up for a second to pull off his own shirt, trying to subtly adjust himself at the same time. His attempt at subterfuge clearly didn't work, because when he looked back at Ginny, she was smirking.

"Comfortable there, Potter?" she asked.

"I'm getting there, Weasley," he replied easily, leaning over her again. This time Harry allowed himself to lie on top of her, and both of them groaned in relief at the contact and pressure.

"I think . . . I should get back to kissing," Harry muttered. He took one of Ginny's breasts in his mouth and suckled gently. She immediately arched her back and he felt the nipple harden under his tongue.

"Yes . . ." he continued. "Definitely need more kissing."

"Do I get to kiss you back?" asked Ginny. "Not that I think things need to be even, mind you . . . But I really want to kiss you."

Harry pulled himself away from Ginny's breast with the greatest of effort. Wrapping his arms around her back, he rolled them both over until she was on top of him. Her hair was loose and hung over them like a curtain and when she leaned down and flicked her tongue against his lips, Harry felt like he'd come home.

He did his very best to focus on Ginny kissing him and ignore the fact that she was also wiggling her hips lightly against his. But when her hands began moving down his sides and then to the button on his trousers, he gave up the fight completely.

"Can we get naked now?" she asked, just as he said, "gotta take off your jeans."

They laughed together and then Ginny's hands were undoing his pants and pushing them down around his ankles. She stopped short of removing his boxers, and instead sat back on her heels, frankly appraising the bulge in their center.

Harry wriggled under her gaze. He desperately wanted her to touch him, but at the same time, touching would be sure to escalate things quickly. Ginny was still wearing her jeans, and that gave Harry an idea.

"Stand up," he said, motioning with his hand towards the floor.

Ginny looked confused. "Now? Is something wrong?"

Harry shook his head. "Everything's perfect. Well, almost perfect." He raised his eyebrows at her. "You still have your jeans on."

Ginny looked down. "That I do," she said. "Do you want to take them off?"

"No," said Harry. "I want you to take them off." He looked at her.
"And I want to watch."

Ginny smiled. Without a word, she stood up in front of him and pushed him back until he was lying against the pillows at the head of his bed. Leaning over, she kissed him gently down his chest, but stopped at his belly button, circling it with her tongue and then standing back up just as Harry was about to thrust upwards.

She smirked and shook her finger at him. "No touching. You wanted to watch, remember?"

Harry swallowed thickly. "Yeah." Although at that moment, he was feeling the desire to just chuck the striptease and pull Ginny's clothes off himself, as quickly as possible. He made a big show of putting his hands behind his head and lying back.

Ginny stretched her arms up over her head and under her hair, flipping it so that it fell around her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and took a deep breath.

Harry barely dared to breathe himself. As he watched, Ginny ran her hands lightly down her sides and across her stomach, stroking gently. He bit back a groan.

She moved her hands to her breasts and began kneading them, rolling her nipple around in her fingers.

Harry grabbed himself through the fabric of his boxers.

"Ginny . . ." he moaned. "You're killing me."

"Good," she said. Harry looked at her. Her tone was nonchalant but her face was flushed.

This isn't any easier for her, he thought. Hmmm.

Ginny was watching Harry's hand, where it was still laying on top of his boxers. He moved it back and forth slowly, smiling to himself as Ginny's tongue suddenly darted out across her lip. He watched her take a deep, shuddering breath.

"Look at me, Harry," she said in a commanding voice. "None of that. That's my job."

Harry immediately pulled his hand away.

Ginny moved her hands down to the button on her jeans and prized it open, sliding down the zipper. She pushed her hands down inside and fondled herself through her knickers, a small smile on her face.

Harry sat up. Not playing fair! "Hey," he said indignantly. If I can't, you can't."

Ginny gave him a cheeky smile and pulled out her hand. With a deliberate sway of her hips, she turned around and began pushing down her jeans.

Merlin, I love Ginny's bum. Harry wasn't leaning back against the pillows anymore. He was sitting up, on his hands so that they could not grab his erection again, staring at Ginny's gorgeous arse. His penis apparently wanted to watch too, because it strained upward until it peeked out of the top of his boxers, a bead of moisture already forming at the tip.

Ginny wiggled her hips as she stepped out of her jeans and looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked.

Harry nodded dumbly as Ginny put her hands back at her hips, and, in one swift motion, bent over to push her knickers down to her ankles. Stepping nimbly out of them, she finally turned around and looked at him again.

Harry was touched to see the sudden shyness on Ginny's face as she stood naked before him. For all her joking and bravado, she obviously felt as deeply about this night as he did. With a rush of tenderness, he stood up and gathered her in his arms, stepping out of his pants as he did so. Ginny sighed and lay her head on his shoulder while Harry breathed deeply, taking in her scent and the feel of her skin against every part of his. Even the ache in his groin was manageable right now; he controlled the need to thrust against her and instead tickled his hands up and down her back before slowly moving them back to the bed.

Grabbing his wand from the bedside table, Harry lowered the light in the room to a warm glow. Ginny pulled the comforter back and slipped under the sheets, lying on her side and propped up on one elbow.

Harry lay down facing her and pulled the blankets up over them both. He put one hand on her hip and smiled. "So. Here we are. In a bed."

Ginny smiled back at him. "Finally." Then she smirked. "Not that I'm complaining about the loo, and the tree, and the stadium stands . . ."

"Don't forget the massage table or that table in Bristol," Harry reminded her, smirking back. "But, yeah. Beds have a lot of advantages." He scooted closer to her so that their bodies were almost touching. "For example," he said softly, kissing her on the forehead, and then her nose, and then her lips, "there's no chance of getting splinters in your arse, when you're in a bed."

"No chance of hurting your back from being bent over a sink either," said Ginny. She moved her hand down under the sheet to where their bodies were almost connected. "And I can reach all your parts easily, in a bed." Her hand gently stroked Harry's length and he couldn't help but groan.

"Keep doing that please," he said, and a second later, Ginny had gripped him more firmly, first with one hand, then with both. She moved up and down slowly, perfectly matching the rhythm of Harry's soft thrusts. Harry vaguely thought to himself that his own hands should be doing something too, something to Ginny, but his arms felt leaden at his sides and all his concentration was focused between his legs. Ginny moved one hand to stroke his sac and the shudder of pleasure Harry felt was strong enough to jolt him back to his senses.

Don't wanna come like this. "Ginny," he groaned. He forced his heavy hands to move onto her hip and was immediately glad for it. She was warm and smooth and soft and every part of her body was his right now.

A thought popped unbidden into his brain and before he could even stop to consider it, Harry blurted it out, "We should always be completely naked when we have sex. From now on."

Next to him, Ginny chuckled. "That will certainly make things more complicated, sometimes. Like if we ever want to have sex again in a loo. Or my parents' garden, for that matter." She raised her eyebrows. "Unless you want to give all that up and just stick to beds from now on?"

"No." Harry spoke quickly. "Definitely not. It's just . . . well . . . sex in a bed is like . . ." he struggled to think of a comparison. "It's like a really good dinner that your mum cooked."

Next to him, Ginny groaned. "Did you have to bring my mum into it? While we're lying here naked?"

Harry leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Give me a second, I think I'm on to something here. Where was I? Oh yeah. Sex is like your mum's cooking. Shepherd's pie, or maybe that stew that Ron is always begging her to make."

"Let me guess," said Ginny in a teasing voice. "Next you're going to start talking about the twins and kill my libido entirely."

In response, Harry moved closer to her so that his erection pressed into her belly. Scooting down lower, he was able to position the tip of his penis right at Ginny's clitoris. He gave a tiny thrust against it, then another, and smirked when she shivered and closed her eyes, her own body involuntarily thrusting back.

"That's what I thought," said Harry. "It'll take more than mention of your family to cool you off."

"Guh huh," Ginny mumbled next to him. He could feel her body trembling with his nearness and suddenly Harry very much wanted to finish this discussion.

"Right. Anyway. If sex in a bed is like a great dinner, sex in an odd location is like a really rich, special dessert. It's wonderful once in a while, but you don't want to eat it every night, especially without a good dinner to balance things out."

Ginny was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she looked up at him. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I'd like to have at least two dinners tonight, if that's okay with you. Dessert can wait until later in the week."

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Ginny grinned at Harry's expression as soon as she made the comment about having multiple dinners. He wiggled closer to her and wrapped his arms around her back and she put her lips to his shoulder and pressed an open mouth kiss there. After a second, Harry put both hands on her bum and pulled her flush against him.

Ginny felt Harry's erection pulsing against her skin. She moved her hand between them to caress his penis again, but Harry stopped her.

"I won't last if you . . ." he began. He moved his own hand to her curls. "Let me." His fingers deftly found her clit and began swirling around, making her writhe with pleasure. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs, adding her own hand to Harry's; she remembered how much it turned him on to have her "help."

Indeed, Harry groaned and dropped his head onto her shoulder. "Oh god, Ginny, you're making me crazy."

"Good," she panted. Harry had slipped two fingers into her opening and Ginny felt her first orgasm building in her back. "Harry," she gasped.

He was concentrating, a tiny wrinkle furrowed at his brow as he worked to get her over the edge. "Hmmm?"

"I want to come with you inside me," she said. Ginny couldn't help but arch her back as Harry added pressure with his other hand from above. "Please, Harry."

He stopped then, slowly pulling out his fingers, which helped Ginny back away from her climax. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to her.

"Right." He gave her a sheepish smile. "But I'm not going to last long."

He moved himself up, continuing to tease her with the head of his penis as he positioned himself above her. As he watched, Ginny bit her lip and gave a tiny thrust upward. Harry raised his own hips at the last second in a weak attempt to regain some control. In response, Ginny moved both hands to Harry's bum and stroked lightly. He tensed, prepared for her to push him down into her, but she refused, giving him a cocky smile.

Harry groaned and closed his eyes. "That's not helping, Ginny," he panted. Then he opened his eyes. "Well, yes, actually it's helping quite a bit." He lowered himself to his forearms and rested his hands lightly on Ginny's shoulders.

Just stick it in Harry.

He wasn't sure if the words were in his head or came from Ginny. He wholehardedly agreed either way. Rearing back, he moved until the head of his penis poked lightly against the opening to Ginny's vagina. Tap. He pulled back.

Just do it.

Ginny's eyes were closed in anticipation, her entire body quivering. Harry couldn't resist lowering his head for one more soft kiss even as the tip of his penis sought further entrance. He kissed her again and felt Ginny's tongue brush against his. She opened her eyes.

"Now, Harry. I need you. Now." Ginny's voice was intense. She grabbed his bum more tightly and pushed him against her.

Harry felt her legs open up to cradle his hips and he gave in completely. With a soft grunt of relief, he pushed himself completely into her.

"Yesss," he hissed just as Ginny made a noise that had no words to it but was full of relief of her own. Wiggling around a bit, Harry pushed harder against her and then stilled, enjoying the feeling of being completely enclosed.

This was what he'd been missing – even with the memories removed, he'd known it was gone. There was a quiet connection between them right now that filled him with such a sense of peace he couldn't help but wrap his arms around Ginny just a little more tightly.

"Never again," he said against her hair, voicing only part of his thoughts. He'd meant that he would never do anything again to damage them – he couldn't even if he wanted to. Ginny somehow understood his garbled mumbling and squeezed her arms around him just as firmly.

"We'll never be that stupid again," she agreed quietly before lifting her hips and rocking. A second later she froze in place. "Just . . . stay right there, Harry," she panted quietly. Her hand snaked down between them and met his where it had already found her clitoris. Together they rubbed it slowly and Harry felt the urge to thrust building quickly.

"Give me something to think about," he said quickly. "Anything."

Ginny wiggled beneath him. "You mean, like how good it feels to be inside me, and how hot and wet and tight I am, right now?" Ginny's voice had a devlish ring to it as she pulled away and then thrust herself back up around him.

"No!" the word exploded out of Harry. Yes, exactly that, keep going.

"Something not . . . about sex . . ." he managed. "Something to make me . . . last." Good luck with that, Potter. His orgasm was building already and he tensed his legs and ground his feet into the mattress in an attempt to stop himself from rubbing against Ginny.

"Ahh." Ginny's voice was amused. Harry bit the inside of his lip.

"Should I talk about my mum and brothers some more? Maybe throw in my dad for good measure?" Ginny's voice wavered at the end and when Harry looked down at her, all thoughts of the extended Weasley family went right out of his head. There was no room for them at all, not when one Weasley – the most important one, as far as he was concerned right then – was laying beneath him with her brown eyes wide and unfocused, making soft mewling pants of pleasure that drowned out every other sound in the room.

Truly, Ron and the twins could have burst through the door right then and Harry wouldn't have noticed. All that mattered was the fact that Harry could no longer control his urge to thrust, and thrust hard, and that he wanted to make sure that wherever he was about to go, he brought Ginny along with him too.

"Harder Harry." Ginny's voice was urgent and her own movements were becoming wilder. Harry pulled almost completely out and then dropped himself back in. Hard. He moved faster, in and out, trying to concentrate on every sensation – the feel of the skin of his penis sliding past Ginny's warmth, the slap slap sound their bodies made as they connected, the musky scent that rose up between them . . .

Oh. My. God.

Ginny had moved one of her hands out from between their bodies and snaked it around Harry's clenched bum, back between his legs. From there she could reach his sac and the base of his penis from an entirely new angle, and she flicked lightly and rubbed her fingers back and forth over his most sensitive bits.

Harry came completely undone.

He couldn't help but increase his movements, erratic as they were. His hand slid off her clit, but by the way Ginny shuddered and moaned beneath him, Harry knew that the pressure from his shaft had replaced it more than adequately. She was pushing herself against him with a new intensity, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his back as if to lock him into place on top of her.

As if he'd want to be anywhere else.

With a final thrusting moan, Harry came, almost immediately feeling Ginny's legs clench around him in the rhythmic thrusts of her own climax. He collapsed on top of her, not even bothering to withdraw first, feeling the sweat slick skin of his own body merge with hers.

For a long minute, neither of them moved.