Author's Note:

Only a few hours early, but here you go…

Tim — this one is for you. You asked all the way back in chapter 260 and I made it happen…

Sam, thank you so much for your help with this chapter! Ron's reaction is all thanks to you!

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CHAPTER THREE-HUNDRED AND FIVE:

The One With the Pale Freckled Moon

Ginny was determined to find out who the writer of the mysterious wizard pages was. She wanted to know which student had been bold enough to write up a list of the best arses of Hogwarts and include candid photos. It was so over the top and yet a little hilarious. If she didn't know any better, she would have assumed it was Theo. With the photos done, Colin was putting together the calendars and making copies to sell for three Galleons a piece. They'd added a little paragraph at the bottom to explain that the calendars were going to be sold by the Hogwarts Herald and all proceeds were going to the St Mungo's Charity for Children.

But she was a little nervous as well and wondered how cross McGonagall was going to be when she saw the article. The morning the Hogwarts Herald came out, she bit her lip as she waited for people to see the feature.

Theo came over to sit at the Gryffindor table, taking a seat next to her. "Wait for it…"

She grinned. "You live for this drama."

"Hey, I have to have something to look forward to. I still can't believe that I'm only in fifth place though."

Ginny took a sip of her orange juice. "Fifth place is very good."

"Sure," Theo agreed. "I mean, Ron, I get. He has an arse that nobody can compete with and he should definitely be in second place. Thomas has the height and delectable lips, but no arse whatsoever, so I should be higher than him. Harry, well…" Theo said with a chuckle. "You just can't beat Sexy Somerset. Goldstein though? Really? That's just outrageous!"

"He is rather good looking," Ginny admitted.

"He's Goldstein. The only thing people actually like about him is his money," Theo insisted.

"GOLDSTEIN?!" Ron bellowed from across the table. "Has this git writer ever actually even seen my arse? Do I have to moon the entire bloody school?" he exclaimed, throwing the paper down on the table in a huff.

"Ron, you're being ridiculous," Hermione said. "It's a stupid article."

Ron clamoured onto the table, his foot kicking over a plate of toast and a jug of pumpkin juice. His fingers started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes wide with determination.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione demanded, her hand gripping his ankle. "Get down!"

Ron ignored her. "Oi! Whoever wrote that bloody article, you got it wrong!" he shouted.

"Ron! Get down!" Hermione hissed, her cheeks flaming red. "Oh, Merlin, I can't watch this!"

"Ron," Harry said, staring up at his best mate. "It's a stupid article, you don't have to prove anything. Get down!"

"No, Ron, please continue!" Theo encouraged with a smirk as he covered Ginny's eyes. "You shouldn't see your brother's arse, chick, no matter how magnificent it may be."

Ron pulled down his trousers as the Great Hall hooted and catcalled. "Have you seen my arse? Do you really think that Goldstein has a better arse than me?"

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall shouted. "Get down from that table this instant!"

Ron didn't listen. He had his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his boxers now and pulled the elastic down over his arse, showing the entire room his full freckled moon.

"How about that arse?" Ron shouted. "Eat dung, Goldstein!"

"Detention, Weasley! Pull up your trousers!"

The Great Hall was full of pandemonium now as Hermione buried her face in her hands. Goldstein made a rude hand gesture at Ron from across the room as Harry tugged Ron down off of the table. Remus and McGonagall marched towards them with grim looks on their faces. Ron hastily did up his belt, tucking his shirt back into his trousers.

"Mr Weasley! Of all of the stupid, childish things I have seen people do over the years, that was one of the dumbest! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I have a great arse?" he said weakly.

McGonagall pursed her lips. "You're the Head Boy!"

Ron grimaced, his face reddening as he started to realize what he had done. "Professor, I'm sorry."

"Detention for the rest of the month and fifty points from Gryffindor!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing. "Professor Lupin? Anything to add?"

Remus' golden eyes stared at Ron, amusement twinkling. "Yes, he will be spending his detentions with me every evening from seven to midnight. I think cleaning will give him some time to reflect upon his poor choices."

Ron flushed, but nodded.

"Everyone to their classes! Breakfast is over!" McGonagall announced as students began to leave the Great Hall. McGonagall turned her attention towards Colin. "Mr Creevey, I'd like a word about this article that caused Mr Weasley to lose his trousers as well as his head."

Colin nodded, his cheeks heating.

Ginny pecked Harry on the cheek before going to stand with her friend. "Professor, we thought it would be a fun thing to take people's mind off of the darkness happening outside."

McGonagall nodded. "We could all use that and I respect the desire to raise money for a good charity as well, but as you can see, this caused quite the uproar!"

"My brother is a git and I'm sorry," Ginny said.

McGonagall let out a small sigh. "Oh, I suppose it's not harming anyone, really. Fine, I'll let you keep your calendars, but if there are anymore outbursts over something so preposterous, I will have to put a stop to it. Understood?"

"Yes, Professor," Colin and Ginny said together.

By the time classes ended for the day and they were back in the Great Hall for dinner, Ron was much calmer. The calendars were already halfway sold out and to Ginny's surprise they had made more than few hundred Galleons. It put her in a good mood and made Ron's tantrum from the morning only that much more amusing.

"I'm merely saying that mooning the whole school is not the best way to make a point," Harry said. "And Uncle Rem isn't going to go easy on you. You mortified a lot more than the first years."

"I think I'm scarred for life," Ginny said, making Ron stick his tongue out at her.

"I was a man possessed, Harry. I saw green when I saw Goldstein had the better arse according to that stupid list… Now, Hermione's not talking to me. She called me childish and… well, I'd prefer not to say what else."

"Completely mental? A moron?" Ginny supplied. "A wanker?"

"For the record," Theo interjected, from next to Ginny. He'd decided to join them for dinner to check in on Ron's attitude about the article. "I take back what I said about Bill and Charlie having nicer arses than you. I'd be more than happy to spend some time properly appreciating the fine arse of our Mr March."

Ron held up two fingers in response and Theo winked at him.

"Who wrote that bloody article?" Ron demanded.

Ginny shrugged. "We don't know. It was submitted anonymously. I'm going to find out though as I'm curious. I found the writing style to be very tabloid-esque, but I don't know who it could have been."

"What about Brocklehurst?" Theo suggested.

"Why?" Ginny asked. "Is she a writer?"

"No," Theo said. "But she is dating Goldstein which would explain how he got onto the list and ahead of both me and Weasley."

"I shouldn't be second place either," Dean said, reaching for the Yorkshire pudding. "Everyone knows my arse is non-existent. If anyone should have made the list over me it's Seam. He has a perfect little bubble butt."

"I do," Seamus said, grinning. "It's adorable."

Theo chuckled. "That's another good point."

Ginny looked thoughtful, glancing over at the Ravenclaw table to where Mandy was sitting with her boyfriend and Padma. "And see my first guess was Lavender, Parvati, or Natalie."

"Yo, Monroe!" Seamus called out. "Did you and your girls rank the best arses?"

Natalie gave him a bored look. "Why? Are you upset because you didn't make the list?"

"Obviously," he said, rolling his eyes. "But really, did you write it?"

"Wasn't us," Lavender said. "Though we definitely approve."

Parvati giggled. "More than approve. The names alone are fantastic. Don't you think, Harry?"

The back of Harry's neck flushed. "Er, yeah, great."

The three of them giggled as Seamus turned back to Ginny with a shrug. "Guess not."

Ginny looked over at where Mandy and Padma were talking with Goldstein and frowned. Maybe Theo had a point. Either way, she was definitely going to find out.

~ ASC ~

George looked up when Angelina came down the stairs, kissing his cheek before she went to get herself a cup of coffee. He reached for his toast, opening the package his sister sent him curiously.

"Got mail from Ginny."

"Oh?" Angelina asked, moving to sit at the island with him. "Anything important?"

"Don't know yet," he said, opening the calendar. He spit his coffee out when he saw the cover. "Bloody buggering hell!"

"What?" Angelina asked, reaching the calendar. She burst into laughter. "This is brilliant!"

George's mouth stayed open as he watched his girlfriend flip through the calendar in glee. "Best Arses of Hogwarts? They didn't!"

"They did!" Angelina said in amusement. "Sixth year Channing White is Mr January. Mr February, we have another sixth year, Zack Smith otherwise nicknamed Zany Zack. Oh goodness, this is gold!" She flipped the next page and cackled. "Your youngest brother has made Mr March."

"What?" George exclaimed, grabbing the calendar from her. His eyes roamed over Ron posing in nothing but his Quidditch trousers. "Oh, this is more than gold! Is Potter in here too?"

"Probably," Angelina said, taking the calendar back. "Ginny's friend Colin is Mr April, Mr May is Justin Finch-Fletchley, Mr June is Draco Malfoy. Ah-ha! Harry, Mr July."

George leaned over to glimpse the photo of Harry posing on his bed a few different ways and snickered. "Bloody hell, I am never letting these two live this down!"

Angelina bit her lip. "That photo is going to get Harry into trouble after all those rumours about how big his cock is."

"Oi!" George exclaimed. "That's all codswallop! No way he's all hung like they say!"

Angelina wiggled her eyebrows and gestured towards the photo. "I don't know, George. I think that shadow there is more than just a shadow."

George's eyes widened as he squinted at the shadow in the Quidditch trousers Harry wore. "No way."

She grinned. "I'll ask Ginny to confirm."

George scowled. "Ginny better not have seen his — fuck! Now you went and blinded me. Why do I want to know these things?"

Angelina took the calendar, flipping over to August. "Mr August is Ginny's ex-boyfriend Corner, Mr September is Dean Thomas, Mr October is Theo."

"Theo?" George asked, taking the calendar from her again and laughing. "Naughty Norfolk? Oh, Merlin, this calendar brings me so much material I could cry!"

Angelina pulled it away from him again with a smirk. "Mr November is Anthony Goldstein and Mr December is Blaise Zabini, who definitely isn't shy."

George looked at the photo and snickered. "Want me to wear my hat that way?"

Angelina nipped at his ear. "If you wanted to wrap a bow around it for me, I'd be more than happy to open you up on Christmas morning."

George pulled her into his lap to kiss her. "Promises, promises."

She linked her arms around his neck. "So, what are you going to do with the calendar?"

George's grin widened. "Oh, Ange, there's so many possibilities. Wait until Fred sees this!"

Angelina laughed as he jumped to his feet, taking her with him and hurried around the kitchen to grab his things. He pecked her on the lips and tucked the calendar under his arm before heading out to Disapparate to the shop and wondered just what kind of possibilities he could make with this lovely surprise gift.

~ ASC ~

Fred attempted to make a joke when Fiadh pressed him up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, but her lips were on his before he could say anything. The last four months had been stolen moments of incredible sex and laughter. He didn't think they qualified as dating, but he knew neither of them were seeing anyone else either. She kissed him once more before she moved away.

"Duty calls."

"Be late," Fred said, pulling her back into his arms and nibbling at her neck. "We can both be late. Very, very late."

Fiadh chuckled as his hands slid under her shirt. "Can't. I'll be busy the next three nights with the guard, but I'll see you maybe on the weekend."

"Definitely," he said, stealing one more kiss. "Until then you can imagine all of the things I'm going to do with you and to you."

Her green eyes darkened. "I'll hold you to that."

Fred tugged her back up against him to kiss her again just as the backdoor opened and George stepped inside. Fiadh kissed him once more on the lips before she grabbed her cloak.

"Hello, George."

"Fiadh," George said as the fae disappeared out the backdoor. "She's such a conversationalist."

Fred shrugged. "She doesn't need to talk when she can do what she does to my body."

"Too much information, brother," George said, hanging up his cloak. "How are things with the spunky little fae?"

"Hot," Fred said. "All we do is shag and sometimes it's like it's not enough. I shag her bloody brains out and still want more. It's almost unnatural."

"It's been like four months," George said. "I think it's more than just shagging at this point."

Fred shrugged. "It's not serious. I mean, we haven't talked about it being serious. She's busy with stuff in Tara and I'm busy with the shop… honestly we just get together when we can and there's sex and food. Sometimes both are combined."

George smirked. "Sounds enjoyable."

"It is," Fred said. "That healing thing… man, George! How in bleeding hell do you go back to regular sex after you've had a woman who can make you go eight to ten times a night?"

"Eight to ten?"

"Once we hit twelve," Fred bragged. "I slept for fourteen hours after and woke up feeling like I could eat a dragon."

George snickered. "Most Ange and I have ever done is six. I might have to see if we can break your record."

Fred snorted. "Good luck! You might need a second cock to do that! Fiadh is insatiable, George! It's like she's barely finished coming and she's asking to go again. It's fantastic."

"Mum's been asking about her," George said.

Fred waved his twin off. "Mum can ask all she wants. We're just sleeping together. When we decide to meet the family, she'll be the first to know."

George stared at his brother as he poured them each a up of coffee. "You usually don't keep the same woman around so long. You sure it's just sex?"

Fred took a sip of his coffee, his eyes meeting George's. "I like her. It's hard not to, but it's sex, George. A whole lot of bloody fantastic sex. There's not much more I can say on the subject."

"Have you talked about making it more?"

"No," Fred admitted. "But she's spoken around it. She made mention of how fast and hard Finn fell for Theo and how getting into relationships with wizards is always risky. She says how her older sister Niamh made it work and how difficult it is sometimes to coordinate the fact that he's not a fae. She hasn't said much else on the subject."

"And what do you think?"

Fred hesitated. "It wouldn't be all flowers and honey. She's a warrior and they age differently. I mean, technically we're about the same age, but she's going to stay looking twenty-three for at least the next twenty years, while I will age gracefully and flawlessly, of course."

George snickered. "Of course."

"It wouldn't be easy," Fred admitted. "And right now, the sex is great and we're great and that's all I'm looking for. I don't have any plans of settling down like you, old man!"

George rolled his eyes. "I'm six minutes older than you."

"Exactly! You'll be creaking eons before I will!" At his brother's look, he grinned. "How is our lovely Angelina this morning?"

"Still lovely," George told him. "She has an afternoon practice today. She might stop by for lunch so you might want to stay away from my office."

"I already heard you lose your virginity, not much else can scare me off at this point," Fred said. "But if you start giving me details on positions, I might proclaim too much information."

"And here I was thinking that you were looking for tips," George said, making Fred shoot him a rude hand gesture. "But speaking of too much information, guess what our dear sister mailed me this morning?"

"What does our dear Ginevra have to say about the comings and goings of Hogwarts?"

George grinned and headed to the front desk, opening the calendar as he went to the month of March. "They made a calendar to raise money for charity."

"So?" Fred asked, waving his wand to brew a pot of coffee behind the desk.

"Look at March."

Fred gave a dramatic sigh as if this was a very difficult task. The moment he spotted Ron posing, his face broke out into a wide grin. "Oh, Merlin's tits! That's bloody brilliant!"

George grinned. "Look at how he's posed! All shirtless and lounging about in his Quidditch trousers like he thinks he's some model."

"Fuck, that slow smile is model-like though. Tell me Potter's in here too!"

"He is," George said. "He's Mr July."

Fred flipped through the calendar ad hooted in laughter at the sight of Harry posing on the bed. "This is priceless! George, this is solid gold!"

George grinned. "Theo's Mr October."

When Fred flipped to October, he cackled again.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Freddie?"

Fred slapped his hands together with glee. "Oh, I'm definitely thinking what you're thinking, Georgie!"

George's smile widened. "Well, this holiday is going to be fun."

~ ASC ~

Percy's morning had been anything but easy. After countless meetings sitting in with Jameson and more questions about new bills and legislations concerning international policies and diplomacy, his head was pounding. All he wanted was to sneak over to first aid and find a headache draught if he was going to make it to lunch. The last thing he expected to find when he opened his briefcase in search of a file was a photo of his girlfriend's very perky and naked tits. He hardened at the sight of it, watching as her slim hand pinched and pulled at her nipples in the photo. He slammed his hand over it, hoping no one else had caught sight of his personal pornography.

He attempted to get through his day by ignoring it, but every time he hid it somewhere, it would reappear near him until he shoved it into the pocket of his robes. By the time lunch came around, he was rock hard and determined to make Audrey pay for that little stunt. He marched into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, his eyes roaming the bullpen for his girlfriend. He found her sitting at her desk in front of Shacklebolt's office, memos floating around her as she sent folders off with a wave of her wand. He moved across the bullpen, moving around desks until he was standing in front of her.

"Lunch, Miss Mayfair?"

Audrey looked up at him in surprise. "It's not one already, is it?"

"Ten past," he said, glancing at his watch.

Audrey looked vaguely surprised by this. "Wow. Today has been a very busy day. I lost track of time."

"That's all right," he told her. "But now you'll come with me."

She raised an eyebrow. "Awfully bossy, aren't we, Mr Weasley?"

Percy leaned over the desk to lower his voice. "I hope you're not hungry, because we won't be eating."

Her cheeks flushed as she shuffled some papers around and stood up. He waited for her to let Kingsley know that she was taking her lunch before he took her elbow and steered her out of the DMLE. He walked quickly, pulling her with him as they went past the lifts and into the stairwell. Percy held her arm firmly as he tugged her down two flights of stairs and then around to the back to duck under them. She gasped in surprise when he pinned her back against the wall under the stairwell.

"Well, well, Mr Weasley," she teased, slipping her arms around his neck.

Percy's hands slid open her secretary robes and pushed them off of her shoulders. Then he bent his head to kiss her, a hand trailing up to unbutton her blouse.

"Percy," she whispered against his lips. "If anyone comes in, they'll hear us!"

"Should have thought about that before you put a photo of your tits into my briefcase this morning," he said.

Audrey's lips curved. "Oh? Is that where that photo went? How silly of me to misplace it."

Percy made a growling sound as he pressed himself up against her. "Oh? An accident, was it?"

"Completely," she said. "But Percy, if anyone comes in the stairwell they —"

"— Guess you better be quiet then," he interrupted, pressing his lips against her throat.

Her blouse was unbuttoned to her naval now and his hand was cupping a breast, slipping a nipple out of her bra before he bent his head to suckle her. She moaned as his hand slid down under her skirt and stroked over her knickers. Percy sucked on her nipple while his hand stroked her and when her hands slid under his robes and up his back, he merely pushed them away.

"Don't touch," he instructed, spinning her around and pushing her face first against the wall. "Only I'm touching."

Audrey made a strangled sound in the back of her throat as he pulled her knickers down to sit at her knees and his fingers found her. Two fingers pumped in and out of her as he kissed her neck.

"Percy… oh, gods, Percy…"

"Quiet," he demanded. "Do you want to get caught in such a compromising position, Miss Mayfair?"

She heard him fumbling with his belt and when he merely entered her from behind as his fingers worked her clit, she groaned. Her groan echoed around the stairwell. Percy kneaded her breast with one hand, the other gripping the back of her head as he pounded into her. The door above them opened and Audrey let out a small gasp. Percy's hand left her breast to cover her mouth.

"Don't make a sound," he said, his hips moving against her as he continued to shag her against the wall.

Footsteps echoed over head as the voices of two wizards grew closer and closer. They past them in the hall, too busy chatting to notice the grappling shadows under the stairwell. Percy rubbed her clit more vigorously just as they walked by and her eyes crossed as he sucked her earlobe into his ear.

"Don't you dare come yet, Audrey," he whispered, adding a finger as he continued to shag her.

A moan escaped her, muffled by his hand. The two wizards froze on the stairs below them.

"You hear something, Jenkins?"

"Hear what?"

Percy picked up speed, hips bucking as he took her harder and harder. The slap of his balls hitting her seemed to echo in the stairwell.

"Nothing," the other wizard said. "Let's grab lunch."

The door closed below them and Audrey scraped her teeth across Percy's hand. He moved it from her mouth without even flinching, slamming into her with more force.

"Harder," she begged. "Oh, fuck, faster!"

Percy obeyed her, his fingers working her and her cries echoed in the stairwell as she came, gasping as the orgasm tore through her. Percy pinched her nipples as he kept up his pace, harder and faster before he finally froze, grunting as he finished. They stood there breathless as more movement happened on the stairs and another door slammed.

Audrey felt him move away from her and heard his belt. She turned around slowly, her knickers still around her knees, her skirt wrinkled and her right nipple peeking out of her bra. She ran a hand through her dishevelled hair.

"Merlin, I must look a mess."

Percy smirked, adjusting his glasses which had become crooked in their coupling. "Oh, you definitely look like you were just shagged within an inch of your life." He took a step towards her, his hand sliding between her legs. She made a small whimper and he grinned. "Better pull these back up, Miss Mayfair. Such a naughty witch letting me have my way with you right here under the stairs, where anyone could have caught us."

Her eyes darkened as he tugged her knickers back into place. "I need to clean up."

"No," Percy said, his lips pressing against her neck as he smoothed her skirt down.

"You owe me dinner," she told him.

"Oh, I do, do I?"

Audrey nipped at his mouth. "Making me miss lunch… it seems fair."

Percy's hands fondled her breasts, pinching the nipple that was still exposed. "All right, dinner at your place tonight." He bent his head to kiss her nipple. "And you'll be naked."

She let out a low laugh as she pushed him away to fix her breasts and button her blouse. "No, I won't be. You're taking me to a restaurant. A nice one."

Percy watched her fix her clothing and when she bent down to pick up her robe, he spanked her. "Naked. Spread across the table like an appetizer."

Audrey secured her robes before she dragged her fingers through her hair. "Restaurant. Black tie. I'm going to wear that little black dress and nothing beneath it."

Percy's eyes darkened. "You won't make it out the front door."

Audrey smirked and pulled on his tie to bring him closer. "Watch me."

He did watch her, his eyes on the sway of her hips as she left him alone under the stairs, tousled hair and swollen lips, and knew he would do anything that woman asked him to without complaint.

He couldn't wait to get her out of that dress.

~ ASC ~

Theo felt uneasy when he left the Wizengamot session. The Sovereign Chalice still had yet to be found and lately the new bills they were reintroducing and finalizing for passing seemed strange. It was a lot of financial mumbo-jumble mixed in with old traditions, some being modernized and other bits ignored. It was the bits that were being ignored that worried him; the way they were glossed over as if they meant nothing. Maybe they did, he told himself. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

Now it was the second week of December, winter was coming and it would only be one more week before they would be heading home for the holiday, one more week until Theo would be taking Astoria Greengrass to Malfoy Manor. He didn't know his holiday plans yet, but he was hoping to spend some time at the Burrow with the Weasleys and maybe get to see Blaise and Draco at Malfoy Manor.

He still needed to wrap all of his gifts as well. He was hoping to make another stop at Pansy's shop. He had been pleasantly surprised when he'd stopped in a few weeks ago and discovered that she had taken him up on his suggestion and added a section for men. He'd immediately bought two pairs of silk sleep pants, one of which he'd worn for his calendar poses. But since he'd gone back, he'd noticed that she had really increased her selection. Keeping it with her fancy titles, she'd labelled the men's section, The Unwrapped Male. It was small and she only had some selections, but he complimented her on the lace and silk shorts and underwear, lace and silk sleep pants, and silk and lace robes for men.

"I thought that you made a valid point," Pansy said. "And I figured if I wanted you to continue to spend a fortune here, I should give you something to choose from."

He'd chuckled. "You do have some good taste."

Theo had bought himself two new pairs of sleep pants, one in black satin that seemed to make his arse look amazing and a second pair in dark green lace that was a little transparent and made him feel sexy. He'd also bought a dark green short silk robe and a few pairs of the titled "Naughty Shorts" in the corner. They were boy short boxer briefs that were incredibly comfortable and form fitting, but they were in bright colours and made of lace and silk. He liked the feel of them.

"What? No g-strings and thongs?" she teased.

Theo rolled his eyes. "Just because I said I wanted lingerie doesn't mean I want to wear a thong."

"I'll keep that in mind,' Pansy said as she rang him up. "But I am going to provide them for any man who is interested. If you buy another pair of the lace knickers, I'll throw in a second robe for fifty percent off."

Theo hesitated before he nodded. "You drive a hard bargain, Parkinson."

"It's Goyle," she corrected.

Theo chose two more pairs of the lace knickers, one in green and one in purple before telling her that he wanted the black robe. She rang him up and he paid her with a grin, pleased with his choices.

"By the way, thanks. She'll be with me during the holiday."

Pansy tensed for only a moment before she nodded. "Sounds like you'll have a nice holiday then."

Theo took the bag of purchases from her with a thanks and smiled down at where Grayson was asleep in the cot behind the counter. The baby was cute, he had to admit. Chubby little cheeks under a dark head of hair. He wished her well and left the shop. But he couldn't help but wonder just who it was she was worried was watching her and if Goyle was having the same problem.

Theo shook the thoughts from his head as he recognized Tiernan Alexander walking towards him and he gave a little wave. He stepped outside of the chamber in time to see Sebastian Kane there holding a cappuccino out for him topped with cinnamon. He didn't know what it meant that he looked forward to these weekly meetings with the Auror. All he did was bark questions at him.

No, that wasn't entirely true, he admitted. Sometimes Theo made him smile and sometimes he even shared a little about himself. But Theo still wondered why he asked so many questions about things that he was convinced had nothing to do with any of his cases. He accepted the cappuccino as Tiernan touched his arm.

"Tiernan."

"Theo," the fae said, leaning against the wall and eyeing Sebastian curiously. "You got a minute?"

"Of course," Theo said.

Sebastian crossed his arms in front of him. "I'll wait."

"Er, okay," Theo said, wondering what kind of questions the Auror was going to toss at him today. He moved out of earshot to where Tiernan led him and looked up at the handsome blond fae. "What's going on, Tiernan?"

"What's going on is Norton," he said. "She's bigoted and the way she's making her son treat Ciara makes me want to show her what a fae can really do."

"I spoke to Julian," Theo assured him. "He's a scared kid and I get it. I lived like that myself and having to listen to what one's parent says is hard. I told him that he has to make his own choices and now he's reached out to both Ciara and Mila. He's trying to make sense of it all."

"I don't like it," Tiernan said. "Niamh and I are both worried. David's too calm and says that it will blow over, but Ciara is a half-fae in a school full of witches and wizards and the way the skies are turning grey, it worries me. I don't trust that these changes are for the better, Theo. I'm worried that everything Bones tried to bring to the table is sliding off."

Theo let out a slow breath. "You've noticed it, too."

Tiernan leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Have I noticed the things that aren't being said? Yes. Not to mention the fact that my visitor's badge now flashes purple to show others that I am a fae and not a wizard, a fact that must be stressed to the max, apparently."

"Tiernan —"

"Don't try to deny it," Tiernan snapped. "Finn may have trusted in humanity, but I don't. Humans have always treated us like rubbish. They've been afraid of the power we wield and maybe they should be. You've always been the exception to that rule."

Theo nodded. "Tiernan, change doesn't happen overnight. No matter how much we wish it would and things have been changing at a slower pace, but no one is discounting how powerful the fae are. I know how much your family has put on the line to help us. The patrols, teaching the defence units, and assisting on the causeway… no one is discounting that."

Tiernan pursed his lips. "Norton and Himmler are discounting that, Theo. I heard Himmler brought in some of the wolves for questioning on bloodlines. He wanted to know the ones that once had a trickle of pure wizard blood before they tainted themselves. That was his wording. Tainted. Are you telling me that isn't a sign of trouble?"

"No," Theo whispered. "There's been a few things that have been worrying me. Going over old bills and changing finances and monetary values to reallocate funds seems like a waste of time for the Wizengamot. Not to mention the state of emergency procedures. I understand the why of it, but it's the meaning behind it that worries me."

Tiernan nodded. "And yet others don't seem to be as concerned." He looked back at the Wizengamot chambers. "Some of them have been compromised by your Dark Lord."

"You don't know that."

"Neither do you."

Theo swallowed. He knew the fae was right, but it didn't make him feel any better. "After the explosion, I think the Aurors found the ones who were on his side."

"You're forgetting one very important thing and as a Nott, you should be aware of it more than anyone. Money talks."

Theo didn't like the sound of that and he especially didn't like that he knew in his gut that there were people in the Ministry who would take bribes and who would take hush money if necessary.

"Look, Tiernan, I'm doing what I can and others are too, but as I said, change doesn't happen overnight."

"It might not, but Norton and Himmler are certainly changing things on their own. It makes me worry more about Ciara. Niamh and David are talking about whether to let her return to Hogwarts in January."

"I'm keeping on eye on Ciara," Theo promised. "I've made myself available to her if she needs anything and I'm doing what I can to protect her. I love that girl like she's my own niece."

"I know," Tiernan said. "Niamh and David know that as well and it's part of the reason why they haven't pulled her from the school already. I guess I'm just feeling extra testy today. I admit that I was surprised to see you here. This whole week has been a rollercoaster for our family. Mum wants to have a vigil for Finn tonight, to remember him. You'd be welcome to come, of course, but you don't have to feel obligated."

"A vigil?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

"Yes," Tiernan said. "She wanted to have it on Sunday, on the one year anniversary of his death, but Dad was too distraught at the thought so they moved it ahead to tonight."

Theo's heart sped up in his chest. His one year… Merlin, he'd forgotten! In the midst of dealing with Ciara, of seeing Harry and Ginny so happy again, of losing himself in his studies, in dealing with the Wizengamot, and worrying about the questions that Sebastian was going to ask him next… he'd forgotten.

Tiernan pursed his lips. "You forgot."

"I… I can't have," he whispered.

Tiernan put his arms around Theo and hugged him close. "Finley would be insanely happy to know that."

"That I forgot about him?" Theo whispered, his voice full of horror. "How would that make him happy? How could I have… oh, Tiernan, I'm so sorry!"

Tiernan hugged him tightly for a moment before he framed his face. "It's exactly what Finley would have wanted. You've moved on, Theo. Perhaps to that tall brooding drink of water by the wall."

"Tall, brooding — Sebastian Kane? No," Theo said. "He hates me. All he does is pepper me with pointless questions."

Tiernan's lips twitched. "Does he now? He certainly looks pissed off that I'm holding you so close."

"That's ridiculous," Theo insisted. "He's an Auror and he's just using my knowledge about my father's activities and his acquaintances for his job."

"Let's experiment then, shall we?"

Theo was about to ask him what he meant by that when Tiernan gently kissed him chastely on the lips.

"Finn would love this." Tiernan smirked when Sebastian's eyes narrowed in his direction. "Theodore, dear, that man is jealous."

"No," Theo said, shaking his head. "You have it wrong. He's not interested in me like that. He's not even gay."

"I'm not gay," Tiernan said. "Doesn't mean I won't have sex with a man if he asks."

Theo frowned. "But fae are different. You don't look at gender like we do…"

Tiernan smiled. "You're an amazing man, Theodore Nott. I will always be honoured to be your friend. Don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything and never be sorry about forgetting such a day of sadness. I know it doesn't mean you forgot him. He would be happy to see you happy again."

Tears welled up in Theo's eyes as he nodded. Tiernan kissed his cheek again.

"By the way, the sword looks great on you. Finn would be pleased to see you use it. He taught you well."

He waved goodbye and took off, leaving Theo standing by the wall, feeling lost. A hand grabbed his arm and when he turned around it was to find Sebastian staring down at him.

"You okay?"

"Fine," Theo said, quickly using the back of his hand to wipe the tears away that pooled in the corners of his eyes. "Look, can you pepper me with questions next week? I… I really need to just be alone right now."

Sebastian shoved his hands into his pockets. "Who was that? Why did he make you cry? What did he want? How do you know him?" he barked in quick succession.

Theo raised an eyebrow, taking in the Auror's blue eyes narrowed in his direction. Tiernan was wrong. There was no way that this Auror was gay and even if he was, he definitely wasn't interested in him. He was too busy making sure that Theo told him every minuet detail of every terrible thing anyone with even the smallest link to the Death Eaters could potentially know.

He cleared his throat. "Prince Tiernan Alexander of Tara. Look Bas, we'll talk next week, okay? Thanks for the cappuccino."

"K!" a voice shouted. "We need you in the conference room!"

"Be right there," Sebastian said, his eyes on Theo. "How are you connected to the fae?"

"Next week. I'll answer your questions, okay?"

Someone called out for Kane again just as Theo saw Neville up ahead and hurried towards him, taking Neville's arm.

"Walk with me, yeah?"

"Sure," Neville said. "I saw you with Tiernan. You okay?"

"I forgot Finn."

"What?" Neville asked.

"He died, Neville! One year ago this Sunday and I forgot."

"Oh, Theo," Neville said, quietly. "You didn't. You've just moved on and there's nothing to be ashamed about because of it. Did Tiernan give you a hard time?"

"No," he admitted. "He didn't. He said that it's what Finn would have wanted."

Neville gave him a sympathetic smile. "It is. That man only wanted your happiness above everything else. He'd be pleased to see you aren't wasting your life grieving over him, Theo."

Theo knew that Neville was right, but part of him still felt guilty for forgetting the day that Finn had died, the day that he'd lost everything. When he returned to Hogwarts, he immediately sought out Ciara to see how she was doing. Her words were the same as Tiernan's. She hugged him close and told him that she was so happy to see him happy. She insisted that Finn would want nothing else. He knew that they were right.

Finn had been the most amazing man he'd ever met and he'd loved him with everything that he'd had. He'd been the hero who had saved him from Ernie. The prince who had convinced him that he had self worth. The friend who had helped him understand his friends and his own strengths and weaknesses. The lover who cherished him and showed him that sex could be something more; something beautiful. Finn had been the boost he'd needed to truly find himself and to learn to love himself for who he was. And Theo had never been able to repay him for that. He'd never been able to explain how much Finn had helped him become the man he was meant to be.

Theo went back to his dorm and sat on his bed, his eyes on the small vase of forget-me-nots and columbine he had collected from his garden at Norfolk to bring with him to Hogwarts. He reached under his robes for the ring he still wore on the chain around his neck. He looked down at it before he kissed the ring.

"I still miss you," he whispered. "I haven't forgotten you. I just… I don't know."

He thought about Tiernan's words and then Ciara's before he grabbed his books and headed out to make his way to class. He had a lot of thinking to do and he wasn't quite sure what to do with his thoughts.

~ ASC ~

Harry was staring at his Charms textbook so hard his head hurt. He'd been studying with Hermione in the library for over an hour now and he felt like his head was going to explode. He was at that point where he was reading the words and comprehending none of them. It was only one more week until they headed home for the Christmas holiday and he was looking forward to going home.

Between the constant lack of any good news coming from the Ministry, the Order members filling him in on the safety of those they were guarding, and yet more missing people, it seemed like finding a time to celebrate was scarce. If he didn't have Ginny to sneak off and snog at regular intervals, he was quite sure that he was going to go mad.

Ever since she'd spent the night in his bed a few weeks ago, they'd grown closer. Harry spent as many of his breaks as possible with his mouth on her, watching her go over. They talked more about her fears over the potion and when she told him how good he made her feel, he knew how important that was for both of them to hear.

Tomorrow was the third Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin and Harry felt his team was strong enough to defeat them tomorrow. He had contemplated calling a late Friday practice, but Ginny had convinced him not to. Harry knew that she was right and that they needed to rest, but he also knew that come the new year, there would be scouts coming out and about.

It was why instead of being out on the pitch, Hermione had dragged him off to the library immediately following dinner, while Ron was serving one of his many detentions. Ginny was off with Theo, who was beating himself up about forgetting the one year anniversary of Finn's death. Harry thought that Theo was looking at it all wrong. He hadn't forgotten about Finn, he had just stopped grieving him, but Theo had turned it around on Harry and said how he couldn't say that because he still remembered to spend Sirius' birthday at his grave. The Slytherin hadn't wanted to listen about how it wasn't on the anniversary of Sirius' death that they went there, but it was his birthday and to remember the death of his parents.

Theo hadn't taken it well. He thought he was supposed to be more sad and was beating himself up about it. Ginny was supposed to be helping him relax and had mentioned something about facials and wine for the evening. Harry knew his girlfriend would be able to help Theo deal with his whirlwind of emotions.

Slughorn's Christmas party was set for this upcoming Friday night, the night before they returned home for the Christmas holidays, and as much as Harry didn't want to go, he was looking forward to it. It would a night where he could enjoy himself and see Ginny all dressed up. Not to mention that they were both hoping that maybe this year Slughorn would have some more Quidditch stars there. Ginny hadn't said anything, but meeting Gwenog Jones last year had been the highlight and Harry knew that she was hoping for a repeat.

He yawned just as something brushed against the back of his neck. He swatted it away, looking behind him for the culprit, but nothing was there.

"You all right, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, just… I need a break," he admitted. He was pretty sure he couldn't concentrate a moment longer on the Charms work in front of him.

"Its only been an hour," Hermione said, pursing her lips. "You need to study harder if you want to do great on your NEWTs."

Harry tried not to roll his eyes as something brushed his neck again. He ran his hand over the back of the neck to stop the itch from the tickle he felt. "I'm not saying I don't, I'm just feeling tired and could use a break or a nap. Either one really. Come on, it's Friday night, Hermione. We can do something much more fun."

"Like?" she asked. "More Defence Club stuff?"

"Hey, you've been doing great in Defence Club. You even mastered the obstacle course without getting winded and defeated the Boggart. Be proud of that."

Hermione smiled. "I am proud of that. But I also think that if you put as much work into your studies as you did into defence and Quidditch, you'd be rather unstoppable."

He smirked. "Haven't you seen the papers, Hermione? I'm already unstoppable."

She rolled her eyes. "I noticed Colin re-printed his photos of you in the Hogwarts Herald from the summer on top of the success of the calendars."

Something brushed his neck again, but this time it lingered long enough for him to realize it was a whisper of lips through material that made him tremble. He looked behind him, but no one was there.

"Yeah, I need to have a word with Colin about that one," Harry said, keeping his eyes peeled for movement. "Ron's certainly been more than happy to autograph his photo. Has he mooned anyone else lately?"

Hermione made a sound of exasperation. "He's a menace!"

He smelled her hair when lips whispered over his neck again.

"Pretend like I'm not here," Ginny's voice whispered in his ear.

Her lips pressed against the back of his neck again and he tried to control his breathing. He could feel his invisibility cloak against his arm.

"I thought it was funny," Hermione admitted. "But childish and… he's so frustrating sometimes. Of course he has a lovely arse, but he doesn't need to display it to the world!"

"Jealous?" Harry teased. At her look, he grinned. "You have to love his confidence."

"Too much confidence is sometimes just as troublesome," Hermione mumbled. "How about you? How did you feel about the calendar using the name from the summer, Sexy Somerset. It was an interesting name that they gave you."

"I have enough names," Harry grumbled.

"Yes," she agreed. "And as the Chosen One, getting good marks always makes you look better."

Lips brushed his earlobe again, then the pulse in his throat; he trembled.

"Harry, are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," he said quickly. "NEWTs. Important. Noted."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Between you and Ron, I'll never understand how you can't be more concerned about your studies, especially with a desire to be an Auror, you need to have good marks to get in."

"I know," he said, trying to shift his robes to hide the erection now straining his trousers as Ginny's lips teased his ear. A hand covered by the cloak was now running over his thigh. "Absolutely. Top marks."

Hermione looked at him suspiciously. "Are you sure that you're all right?"

"Never better," he said. "I'm going to go look for that book now."

"What book?"

"The one I need for my paper."

"Which paper?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowing.

"For the paper, you know on… stuff," Harry said, carefully moving from his seat as he felt Ginny shift under the cloak next to him. "I mean for Defence."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What paper for Defence?"

"One Uncle Remus suggested I read. For myself. I'll be back."

Hermione was still giving him the eye, but he moved quickly away from the table, hurrying around the Charms stack and passed the rows of shelves until he was in one of the back areas. He waited half a beat before he snagged his arm out, gripping her around the waist.

"Good reflexes, Captain," she said as he opened the cloak to reveal his girlfriend.

"When did you nick this?"

"About twenty minutes ago," she said, linking her arms around his neck.

Harry pulled the silky material of the cloak off of her, dropping it at the ground under their feet. "We really need to talk about this klepto issue of yours."

Her lips curved. "Or you could just shut up and kiss me."

"Well, that's a much better option," he agreed, lowering his head to do just that.

His hands went into her hair the moment his lips met hers. She tasted a bit like honey and chocolate and he wondered what she'd been snacking on. Her lips were soft as they moved against his in slow strokes designed to drive him mad. Every time he attempted to deepen the kiss, she would slow him down, her fingers sliding up into his hair.

Harry backed her up slowly, kicking the cloak with him until she was pressed up against the bookshelf. He let his lips move down her throat, sucking the skin there. She let out a soft purr, her hands sliding down his chest. His lips met hers again as she pushed his robes off, letting them fall to the library floor, her fingers clutching the front of his shirt tightly.

His lips moved back up to hers, crushing her mouth under his in a deep kiss that left them both wanting more. When Ginny's tongue met his, he groaned. It wasn't long before the hands in her hair shifted down her back, one resting on her hip and the other lifting a thigh until it was wrapped around his own waist. He pushed her further against the shelf, blocking her in and when those chocolate eyes met his with such intensity, he could only capture her lips again.

Harry's hand roamed up her thigh and under her skirt, his fingers teasing the garter belt he felt there. His other hand unbuttoned her blouse, just enough to give him a tease of cleavage before he bent his head to kiss the exposed flesh. The hand under her skirt was inching closer and closer to the heat while she clutched his hair in one hand and his arse in the other.

Ginny's fingers fumbled with his belt and he let out a soft groan against her mouth when her hand slipped into his trousers. The rub made him gasp, nipping at her lip.

"Quiet," she whispered.

"Minx," he hissed back, sucking on her earlobe as her hand began to torment him.

His hand clutched her arse tightly as a second hand joined the first as she worked him and he panted against her neck, kissing her everywhere he could reach without her breaking momentum. Her hands stroked him in a twirling motion, working him over achingly slow before picking up speed. When the edge of her thumb began to tease his tip, he groaned her name.

His hand squeezed her behind more firmly as his other hand shifted further up her skirt. Two fingers stroked her through her cotton knickers and her eyes rolled back.

"Harry…" she breathed.

Harry tugged her earlobe into his mouth again. "Two can play this game, Ginny."

Ginny's eyes blazed with mischief. "But I'm going to win."

No sooner had his fingers slipped beneath her knickers, did she begin to stroke him faster. He moved his fingers through her folds, teasing her as he stroked and tickled before pumping his fingers in a slow rhythm that made her moan.

"I'm close," he murmured.

Ginny used one hand to tug his mouth back to hers, her tongue dancing with his as her other hand continued to work him faster and faster. His own hand was touching the wet heat of her and the feel of her clenching around his fingers was enough to make him finally lose it. He groaned against her lips as he finished, coming all over her hands. His own fingers never stopped and when she cried out a moment later, kissing him more fervently, Harry rested his forehead against hers.

Harry's hand held her hips in place, one leg still wrapped around him. His sated cock rested against her stomach as his other hand rested beneath her skirt on her thigh. They were both panting. He kissed her softly, lingering on her lips before he slowly let her go, moving to zip himself back up.

Ginny let out a slow breath, grabbing her wand to clean them both up before she ran her hand down her skirt. "Hermione's going to be looking for you soon."

He nodded, grabbing his robe off of the floor and slipping them back on. "Yeah. You?"

"Supposed to be studying with Colin, but he ran off with Freya. She wanted to talk. Theo agreed to meet us at nine after he spoke to Ciara."

Harry grinned and kissed her once more. "That was exactly the break I needed."

"Me too," she whispered, grabbing his Invisibility Cloak off the ground. "I'll take this with me, shall I?"

Harry could only grin when she disappeared beneath it and he tucked his wand in his robes as she hurried off to meet her friends. He turned to head back to Hermione, his hands in his pockets.

"Where's the book?" Hermione asked when he sat back down at the table.

"What book?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "The book you went looking for twenty minutes ago?"

"Oh, right," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… couldn't find it."

"Uh-huh," Hermione said, her eyes twinkling. "Harry?"

"Yeah?" he asked as he sat back down.

"You have red lip gloss on your lips."

Harry wiped his mouth with his robes as Hermione smirked at him. That had definitely been the study break he'd needed.

~ ASC ~

When the following Friday came around, Harry was anxious about Slughorn's party. The way the old professor had been talking about it, this year was going to have every big name in attendance showing up and he wanted Harry to meet all of them. It made Harry feel incredibly nervous. He hated being the centre of attention. The only thing that he was looking forward to was seeing Ginny all dressed up.

He hoped that she wore the same dress as last year, that gorgeous floor length black glittery one with no back. Or even the one from Bill and Fleur's wedding. He wanted to ogle her and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. When she came down the stairs in a dark green long-sleeved velvet dress that hung off of her shoulders and was short enough to make his heart stop, he did. It was form-fitting, hugging every curve and he was greeted with the sight of her gorgeous legs in skin-coloured nylons, unfortunately hiding her freckles.

She had pinned her hair up in some kind of fancy ponytail, allowing the dress to highlight her gorgeous neck and it pleased him to see her wearing the g necklace she almost never took off.

"You look amazing," he said, offering her his hand.

Ginny smiled, doing a quick turn to show him the full package. He took in the tall black heels she wore and he swallowed.

"Seriously, let's just stay here and I'll admire the dress some more."

Ginny chuckled. "No. You promised me dancing."

"Hmm," Harry said. "I don't remember promising dancing."

Ginny adjusted the dark green bowtie he wore over his light grey dress shirt. He had opted to wear black dress trousers and a black suit jacket as Slughorn insisted it was formal. "The dancing was implied."

Harry bent to kiss her and she placed a finger over his lips.

"No smudging."

He sighed. "You're killing me."

"I promise you'll survive," she said, linking her arm through his.

"I might not," he insisted.

"You will," she said as they headed out the portrait hole. "If you don't, I guess you won't get to see what I'm wearing under this dress."

Harry's heart raced and his cock twitched. "Bloody hell, Ginny. You can't tease me like that."

Her lips twitched. "I can and I will."

Harry let his eyes fall on where the dress dipped, giving him a delightful view of her magnificent tits. "That dress should be illegal."

Ginny smiled. "I was worried it was a little short, but Theo insisted it was worth it."

"Theo is a fucking genius," Harry said, letting his eyes wander down to where the dress cupped her arse to perfection. "Seriously, a bloody genius. You might have to wear my jacket."

"Why?"

"So I don't murder everyone who looks at you."

Ginny laughed. "The highest of compliments."

They headed down to the dungeons to where Slughorn's party was taking place, following the sounds of music and laughter. When they entered, it was all decked out in gold and silver. Candlelight floated around the room and Slughorn had an orchestra playing in the corner.

"Wow, big turnout," Ginny said, holding onto Harry's arm. "There has to be sixty people here."

"I think closer to seventy-five," Harry admitted. "Oh, look! Mr Borage did show up!"

He pointed to where the tall, thin wizard with the pointed goatee was standing by the refreshment table with his wife, Lara. Slughorn was talking jollily with him and Harry chuckled.

"Guess Slughorn is pleased."

"You probably made his whole year by getting him to attend," Ginny admitted.

Harry shrugged. "I sent a letter and asked. It turned out that he was coming back to England anyway so he promised to stop by. Ugh, McLaggen is here."

"Really?" Ginny said, craning her neck to try to see. "Where?"

"Over there by the buffet table," Harry said. "He's talking to some tall bloke with… hey, it's Wood!"

"Oliver Wood?" Ginny asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Harry said. "We'll catch him later. I'd rather not chat with McLaggen if I can avoid it."

Ginny chuckled.

Harry looked around the room, curious as to see who else had been invited. He noticed Ron and Hermione dancing already along with Anthony and Mandy. Neville and Hannah were chatting by the buffet table and he saw Theo talking to someone he didn't recognize on the other side of the room. From what he could see, they were the only Hogwarts students who had been invited.

The rest of the guests were a mixture of special guests and people deemed important in Slughorn's world. He recognized some people from the Ministry, other than Wood, a few other Quidditch players littered the room including Benjamin London, Arlo Ross, and Rob Cameron. Wood was the Keeper for Puddlemere United as of last season and McLaggen was playing reserve Keeper for the Falmouth Falcons. The coach from the Arrows was there, some journalists, and more people Harry assumed were important in some way.

"Should I get us some champagne?" he asked, nodding towards the fountain that looked like it was made out of solid gold and crystal.

"Sounds perfect," Ginny said. "I'll go say hi to Theo."

Harry pecked her cheek and headed over to the fountain, grabbing one of the crystal glasses floating around it. He filled them carefully before turning with one in each hand and almost walked head first into the woman behind him. He caught the glasses before anything spilled and started to apologize before he froze. His eyes roamed over the beautiful woman in amazement.

Her dark hair was swept up into a fancy up-do and she was wearing a bright red dress that cut all the way down to her navel, giving him a clear outline of her firm breasts. It tied around her neck, had next to no back, and had a slit all the way down the side so high it showed her entire thigh. He made to speak, but found himself completely tongue-tied.

"Ah, Lexie! I see you found our resident celebrity! Mr Potter, do you know Lexie Longhorn?"

Harry nodded, stupidly, unable to get his tongue to work.

"Lexie's a professional Chaser for Portree. She was never one of my students, but I taught her oldest brother, Marco. He always gets me tickets to her games and she promised to stop by this year and say hello to everyone!" Slughorn exclaimed.

Harry nodded again, his tongue feeling heavy.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr Potter," Longhorn said, her dark eyes meeting his. "You certainly live up to the photos I've seen. What are they calling you nowadays… Sexy Somerset?"

Harry blushed and nodded again.

Her slow smile made his cheeks heat. "It suits you."

He only continued to stare blankly at her, unable to talk.

Longhorn smiled. "Well, I should get back to the party. Perhaps you can save me a dance?"

He nodded eagerly, almost sloshing his champagne everywhere.

"Good," she said.

"Canihaveyourautograph?" he half yelled, surprising her.

Longhorn chuckled. "Sorry, didn't quite get that one."

Harry blushed. "Er… can I have your autograph, Miss Longhorn?"

She leaned towards him, her eyes twinkling. "Only if you call me Lexie."

Harry thought that he was going to sink into the floor. She autographed the invitation to the party Harry had in his pocket and kissed his cheek, telling him that he owed her a dance.

"And if you impress me on the dance floor," she whispered near his ear. "I'll see if we can't find somewhere more private so I can see what other rumours about you might be true."

He flushed to the roots of his hair when her eyes dropped to his crotch before she winked at him and sauntered away. He clutched the invitation tightly in his hand and wondered when he had become such a blabbering idiot.

"You look starstruck," Theo said from behind him, making him jump.

Harry turned to look at him. "I just got Lexie Longhorn's autograph."

"Am I supposed to know who that is?"

"Quidditch star in the red dress."

Theo looked around and then whistled. "Ah, the gorgeous brunette showing more skin than she's hiding."

Harry nodded. "I was an idiot. She must think I'm a babbling mess!"

Theo chuckled. "Well, it's best she knows that early on."

"I think she hit on me."

Theo's smile widened. "It is a burden you must bear, Sexy Somerset."

Harry rolled his eyes at the name. "I've had posters of her since I was twelve and she just implied that she'd like to see my… well, it's a little unbelievable."

Theo plucked the invitation from Harry's hands. "'To Sexy Somerset, maybe next time we can make some new rumours, Love Lexie.' Merlin! She's a randy witch, isn't she?"

Harry stared over at her. "Yeah, but she's so fucking fit."

Theo elbowed him. "As fit as Ginny? You know I picked that dress out just for you, Harry?"

"Which I could kiss you for," Harry said. "That dress looks amazing on her. The way it cups her arse is just…"

Theo puckered his lips. "I'm waiting."

Harry rolled his eyes again. "Nice try."

Theo grinned. "Go find your woman. I'm going to get myself some more champagne."

By the time Harry made it over to Ginny, his tongue felt less heavy and his embarrassment had lessened. He passed his girlfriend her champagne. He took a seat in the chair next to her and saw her giving him an amused expression.

"What?"

Ginny picked up a napkin and dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "You have a little drool there."

"Haha," Harry said dryly. "I was a bumbling idiot, Gin. She must think I'm a complete tosser."

"What did she say?"

"After I almost walked into her? Not much, but I got her autograph and she implied some flirting."

Ginny kissed his cheek. "She's insanely gorgeous. I should be seething with jealousy."

"Oh yeah?" he teased, taking her hand. "Will you fight her for me? You can take off your dresses so they don't get ruined, of course."

Ginny smacked his thigh. "No. I won't fight her for you."

Harry pouted. "You mean you'd just let her seduce me? Wow. Good to know where I stand."

Ginny's lips curved. "I know exactly where you stand, Harry."

"Oh? And where's that?" he asked.

Ginny leaned in and nipped at his mouth. "I don't think I have to worry about Lexie Longhorn, do I?"

His neck flushed. She had a point there and as much as he admired and fancied the Quidditch star, Longhorn didn't hold a candle to the vision across from him.

"You could be a little jealous," he teased.

Ginny leaned in to whisper in his ear. "We both know I'm the only name you call when you come."

Harry's cock hardened and his hands shifted over his crotch in an attempt to hide it. He had a sudden flashback of Ginny saying those words to Harley… of being behind the barn in Georgia with Ginny's hands wrapped around him… of her pinning him against the door in her bedroom and using her mouth. It did nothing to lessen his erection.

Ginny winked and he knew she knew exactly what she'd done to him.

"Minx."

Her hand gripped his suddenly and squeezed. "Harry… Gwenog Jones is here again. And oh Merlin, she brought her boyfriend."

"I didn't know that she was dating anyone," Harry said, turning to find Jones' dark hair in the crowd.

Gwenog Jones' dark hair was cropped short to her chin in a sassy bob that suited her. She wore a silver strapless dress that made her stand out in the crowd and the man next to her kept his hand on the small of her back. His long blond hair was pulled back into a high bun and the dark short beard made him look oddly dangerous.

"Wow, I didn't know that she was dating Payne!"

Ginny nodded. "It's new from what I've heard. Rumours are that they're just friends. They met this summer when the Harpies played the Arrows. Mitchell Payne is one of the best Chasers the Arrows have signed in years. He and Benjamin London are best mates and they work seamlessly on the pitch like the other half of each other's coin."

"Agreed," Harry said. "Dawson really pulls their triad together, but she's not as good as either of them."

"I admit, she could use some work," Ginny said.

"Should we go reintroduce ourselves to Jones?" Harry asked.

"No!" Ginny hissed. "I don't want to be a nuisance and besides… there haven't been any scouts here this year."

"Come January there will be," Harry reminded her. "And Jones told you that she starts taking notes on sixth years."

Ginny nodded, her eyes on the Harpy. "I'm too nervous."

He grinned. "Now who's drooling? Where's that napkin?"

Ginny elbowed him and he grunted. "No jokes. Oh, Merlin, I might be sick."

Harry stood up, amused by his girlfriend's nerves. He pulled her with him and across the room. When they stopped in front of Jones and Payne, he heard Ginny's breathing increase from next to him.

"Hi, Miss Jones. I'm Harry Potter. We met last year at the New Year's party. Do you remember my girlfriend, Ginny?"

Gwenog's dark brown eyes landed on Ginny. "Weasley. You had an impressive season last year. You averaged eight to ten goals a game."

Ginny nodded. "Thank you."

"Think you can pull that off another year running?" Gwenog asked.

Ginny held her head up, her eyes blazing. "I can do even better."

Gwenog smiled. "I like your style, Weasley. You should see her play, Mitchell. I'm hoping that she considers going professionally."

Mitchell Payne's eyes locked on hers. "I might have to check out a game. It takes a lot to impress Gwenog. I should know, she's been teasing me about my low scoring average last season."

"Low average?" Harry said in bewilderment. "You scored seventy-eight times last season!"

"The year before that he did eighty," Gwenog said. "He was slacking."

Mitchell rolled his eyes. "Talk about friendly support, right?"

Gwenog kept her attention on Ginny. "Keep working hard, Weasley. There are rumours going around that Trenton is thinking about retiring in the next few years. We could use some young blood as a replacement. Come on, Mitchell. I want to see if Horace's chocolate fountain is as big as last year's."

Harry looked at his girlfriend as Gwenog Jones and Mitchell Payne walked away and he could feel the excitement radiating from her. He kissed her cheek, his hand in hers as he turned her to look at him.

"Sounds like you're already impressing the masses."

Ginny's smile widened. "I'm going to impress the fuck out of her, Harry."

He grinned. "Good. I could use your arse-kicking in the match against Ravenclaw in January. If you could get us a big lead, it would be a great help."

"Deal," Ginny said, squeezing his hand.

And then Harry let her lead him out onto the dance floor, unable to stop himself from smiling back at her. It turned out this party had more surprises than he had expected.

End Author's Notes:

Thanks to Sam for helping me with the mooning scene. She rather enjoys making Ron proud of his behind and I couldn't pass it up as it was too amusing! A second thanks to Sam for letting me use her character of Mitchell Payne, the Chaser for the Appleby Arrows and boyfriend of Gwenog Jones.

Reminder of Pansy's shop selections, Sophistication by Pansy:

Quotidian Needs (everyday lingerie)

Elegantly Sexy (business lingerie)

Moonlight Nighties (night time lingerie)

Rendezvous Romps (date night lingerie)

Little Nothings (special occasions lingerie)

The Unwrapped Male (male underwear, lingerie, and sleep attire)

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