Chapter 4: Talking and Not Talking

October 23, 2000

Harry watched the serving platter drop from Molly Weasley's hands as if it were in slow motion. It seemed as if days passed before it met the floor in an explosion of sound.

The tinkle of broken glass skittering across the floor was lost, however, in the mad screaming and crying as Molly Weasley bull-rushed the couple. Harry had only seconds to take in Ginny's wide-eyed look before they were both engulfed in a hug. He could hear the others talking madly above Molly's mumbled statements.

"– oh, I thought it would never happen–"

"– getting married? Since when are they–"

"– always knew zey would be–"

"–and my goodness, I'm just so happy! I can't stop crying–"

Through it all, Harry was sure he could hear the hysterical laughter of what he'd bet was George. I have to remember to 'thank' him later, too.

Just as Harry thought they'd be able to make it through the evening unscathed, he heard Arthur Weasley's calm voice through the crowd.

"Here, Molly, let the two breathe so the rest of us can congratulate them," Arthur said as he handed his wife a handkerchief. Molly pulled back and dried her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her flushed face. Harry looked down to see Ginny's reaction, and she glanced up at him with a wink, mouthing 'don't worry' back to him. She squeezed his hand and he felt some of the tension release, glad to find he wouldn't be drawn and quartered. Yet. After all, no one had noticed–

"Now, Ginny, what do you mean by 'betrothed'?"

Harry's head snapped up to see Arthur looking at them shrewdly. Damn. Arthur Weasley was a quiet, soft-spoken man. But many often forgot that he had raised 7 rambunctious children, and had served in the war, defending his family like a lion, while gathering information for the Order of the Phoenix. He was not a stupid man, and it was apparent he'd caught that little detail.

"Oh, well Dad…"

"Er, sir, it's like this, see…"

"Um…"

Harry looked over to see Ginny biting her bottom lip. Her eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter. The minx was trying not to laugh! If Ginny laughed, he was doomed. Even as he watched, Harry could see her sucking in her cheeks and her shoulders convulse in a twitch.

Running his free hand through his hair, Harry took a deep breath and tried to find a delicate way to begin this conversation. Looking around the gathered crowd, he could see George standing behind Percy, grinning like a Cheshire cat. When he saw Harry glance his way, George lifted his hands and gave him two thumbs up.

It was all Harry needed.

Tears streamed down Harry's cheeks as he threw his head back, and he could feel Ginny practically crumple next to him as she shook with laughter. She slung her other arm around his waist as she used him to stand up straight, and his stomach began to hurt from laughing so hard.

As they finally began to wind down, Harry wiped his eyes and pushed his glasses back up. The faces staring back at him were bemused, but expectant. Waving his hand toward the sitting room, Harry wordlessly gestured for them to follow.

When the large family finally found seats on every available surface, Harry leaned back against the wall, pulling Ginny into his arms. She snuggled back into his chest and intertwined their fingers as they rested on her stomach.

"Okay. We'll try and explain what we can to all of you, but um…"

"Even we don't know all the exact details. We're waiting for Hermione to get back since she seems to understand how this works," Ginny finished for him smoothly.

Leaning down, Harry whispered into Ginny's ear.

"Why don't you try and explain it? It might sound better coming from you."

"Coward," Ginny mumbled, but Harry could hear the smile in her voice as he kissed the crown of her head. He felt her take a deep breath against him, then start to speak.

"So. Um, Harry and I are betrothed, like I said earlier. Because we… er… sort of signed a betrothal contract. Two nights ago. And–"

"Wait, two nights ago? That was the night of Ron's wedding," Bill interjected.

"Er, yes. Yes it was, but–"

"And Ron and Hermione said at their gift opening yesterday that you two had too much to drink the night of the wedding, which was why you weren't here," Bill continued talking over his sister.

"Well… yes, there was a slight… well, hangover issue to deal with yesterday," Ginny said quickly. Only Harry could hear her mumbled "among other things". Harry watched the people in front of them as they processed this statement. George was shooting his eyes back and forth between the couple and his older brother, a gleeful look on his face. Angelina sat next to him, smirking at Harry. She's enjoying this chaos far too much. It's obvious George has corrupted her.

Percy was sitting in a straight-backed chair, his brow furrowed in thought, while Molly and Arthur sat next to him on the love seat. Ginny's mum was still smiling, although there was a gleam in her eye that Harry was a little wary of. Her dad was leaning forward, his hands clasped in front of his mouth, but his eyes twinkled in humor.

Harry glanced across the room as he saw Bill sit up a bit straighter. It was apparent that he'd just realized something.

"Ginny, are you… are you saying that you and Harry got drunk, then signed a betrothal contract together?" Bill asked.

"We didn't actually mean to sign a betrothal contract, Bill. See," Ginny chuckled. "It's… well, it's a rather funny story. It started out as a, er…"

"A pact," Harry said.

"Yes. It was a pact. Because Harry and I were talking at the wedding–"

"And drinking," George helpfully added.

"A bit, yes," Ginny continued over George's snickers. "So, we were talking about… something… and well, we decided we would do… er, something. Together. But, I guess we thought we needed to have it written down. So we caught a taxi over to Harry's place and sort of… wrote out this pact."

"Sort of?" Percy finally spoke up.

"Well, I mean we did. It's just… I guess in the process of writing the pact, we must have come up with a bit of… flowery language, I guess you'd call it, and sort of… accidentally… wrote ourselves into a magical, binding betrothal contract," Ginny finished with a laugh.

"'Flowery language'? But what–"

"Oh, honestly Bill!" Fleur scoffed from beside her husband. Handing Bill the 5-month-old Victoire, Fleur stood and patted him on the head, then strode quickly across the room. Standing in front of Ginny, she leaned down and kissed the redhead on each cheek.

"Are you 'appy, Ginevra?" Fleur asked.

"Very much so."

"And you, 'arry?"

"I couldn't be happier, Fleur," Harry replied.

"Zere! Zat is all zat matters, non?" And with a perfectly executed twirl, Fleur returned to her seat, snatching her infant daughter back from Bill. "Well? Go, go! Allez-y! Tell your zister zat you are 'appy for her."

Shaking his head, Bill rose from his seat and it seemed to spark of a tidal wave of congratulations, as the rest of the group crowded around them again. Harry could see Ginny being hugged by Charlie as Angelina reached up and mussed his hair, exclaiming that "it was about damn time, Potter".

Laughing, Harry extracted himself from the group surrounding him and walked over to join Ginny when he saw her parents approach. Molly reached her daughter first, however.

"Oh, Ginny," Molly sighed. "You do get yourself into things." Then she smiled and wrapped her daughter in a hug.

"I'm happy, Mum," Ginny said.

"Oh, I know dear," Molly replied as she leaned back, running her palms down her daughter's hair. Looking to the side, she caught Harry's eye and beckoned him closer.

"And you, Harry, you'll take care of our Ginny, won't you?"

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied over Ginny's snort. He reached down and kissed Molly's flushed cheek, causing her to beam up at him.

"I'm so very happy for you two. Oh!" Molly fluttered her hands. "My goodness, but we haven't even eaten yet and the food's getting cold. Come along everyone, into the kitchen with you lot."

The chattering group trailed out after her, leaving Harry alone with Ginny and her father.

Arthur looked between the two as Harry reached over and grasped Ginny's hand again. The Weasley patriarch smiled, and a ghost of the twins' sly nature entered his eyes.

"Well, I must say you two; I wasn't expecting quite this sort of surprise today. When the Ministry's Clerk of Licenses congratulated me on my daughter's great catch earlier, I must admit I thought he was talking quidditch, not a betrothal," Arthur chuckled.

"Er… about that, Dad…"

"Yes, you're lucky that only the announcements are sent to the papers, and not the full contracts. You'll have enough on your hands as it is with the reporters, let alone if any of them were to see the full thing, am I right?"

Harry shuffled his feet, feeling his face and neck flush. "Er…"

Arthur Weasley let out a laugh and pulled his daughter into a hug.

"Congratulations, Ginny-bean." Her father pulled back and cupped Ginny's face, kissing her forehead.

Ginny beamed. "Thanks, Dad."

Arthur reached over and laid his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Now Harry, there's just one thing you'll need to remember."

"Yes, sir?"

"Just remember to try and keep that betrothal contract hidden from her brothers. I don't like to think of what kind of mischief they'd get up to if they saw that. Especially George." And with a final loud laugh, Arthur clapped his hands together and walked out, chuckling the entire way.

Sighing, Harry turned back and tugged Ginny into his chest. He laced his fingers together at the small of her back as she tucked her thumbs into his belt loops. Harry was thoroughly relieved that that conversation was over, and promised himself to thank Fleur one day for ending the questions before it got completely humiliating. Though he suspected that Bill and George at least, would continue their questions at another time.

Harry looked down and saw Ginny beaming up at him.

"So."

"So. I was right," Ginny smirked a little.

"Yes, I suppose you were."

Ginny rocked up on her toes and gave his lips a quick peck.

"You should get used to saying that, Potter," Ginny remarked playfully.

Nuzzling his nose against Ginny's, Harry smiled and tightened his arms around her. He lifted her up until her feet were several inches from the floor. Ginny laughed and tossed her arms around his neck, her long red hair swishing around their heads.

"Oh, I should, should I?" Harry murmured, staring at her lips.

"Mmm… yes. You should also kiss me."

"Demanding little thing, aren't y–"

But his words were cut off as Ginny's lips descended on his, taking his thoughts away from their banter. Just as Harry was about to deepen the kiss, he heard Molly's voice floating in from the other room.

"Ginny! Harry! Hurry up you two, or you'll get nothing to eat!"

"Yeah! Quit snogging and get in here, lovebirds! You'll have time for your little 'something' after dinner," George's yell was followed by several over-done smooching sounds and moans, quickly stifled by a muffled thump.

"Ow! Bugger me, Angie, that hurt."

Shaking his head, Harry set Ginny back on her feet. She was grinning at him as she took his hand, tugging him along behind her.

"C'mon Harry. Never keep a Weasley waiting for food."

Laughing, Harry followed Ginny into the warmth of the Burrow's kitchen.

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October 29, 2000

It was Sunday, and neither Harry nor Ginny had anywhere to be. They had spent as much time together as possible during the previous week, mostly at Harry's flat in the evenings. Harry had surprised her one evening after a late afternoon practice by coming over to her place with Chinese takeout, and she had decided to thank him. But their snogging session on the couch had been interrupted by the sounds of munching popcorn and critiques of their performance by Ginny's flat mates, Grace and Rilla, both reserve Chasers on the Harpies.

So to avoid her voyeuristic teammates, they'd been staying at Harry's in the evenings. Harry would have liked to take her out on a proper date, but the one time they'd tried they'd been hounded by reporters and fans trying to ask them about their betrothal. Just as they'd predicted, the Daily Prophet had run a front page article in the Tuesday paper. Harry and Ginny had been hiding out ever since.

These thoughts barely crossed Harry's mind, however, as he was too engrossed in the feeling of Ginny beneath him. She had shown up that morning wearing a knee-length flow skirt that he now had bunched up around her thighs, and her blouse was unbuttoned most of the way up, exposing her flat stomach. Harry was devoting much of his attention to the taste of that velvet smooth skin against his tongue. His thumbs caressed her inner thighs, feeling the muscles jump and twitch every time he nipped around her navel.

Harry dragged himself further up her body, his torso now cradled between her thighs. He could feel the intense heat coming from her, and Ginny whimpered as he pressed a kiss to the last button still holding her shirt closed across her breasts. Harry glanced up at Ginny's face, her features a bit fuzzy as he'd lost his glasses ages ago when she had ripped his shirt off of him. She was staring down at him, her mouth open and panting as she gripped his shoulders and raked her nails over the muscles of his back.

Seeing the question in his eyes, Ginny nodded and Harry instantly reached out to release the last button. Her shirt fell open, exposing her blue lace bra. Harry knew he was staring, but he couldn't seem to stop. Ginny's breasts were perfect, the freckles that covered her shoulders fading into creamy skin as he followed the view down, watching her chest heave with every breath. Bloody hell, she's gorgeous. Harry ground his hips into the couch cushions below him, his penis feeling increasingly confined in his jeans.

Suddenly he felt her hands tangle in his hair, and Ginny arched her back a little, bringing her breasts closer to his face. Taking the hint, Harry leaned down and nuzzled into the curve of her breast, breathing in her scent and placing small kisses against her skin.

Harry's right hand was just working its way up to what he thought was the front clasp of her bra when he heard a muffled screech from off to his left.

The unexpected sound jolted Harry from the couch, sending him sprawling to the floor and reaching for his wand on the table nearby. Before he could even begin to aim, a low voice rumbled from above him.

"Bloody hell, mate, I'm happy for you two, but I really didn't need to see that."

Hearing Ginny swearing behind him, Harry looked up and saw two blurry figures standing near his fireplace. He let his head thump to the floor, his left leg slung awkwardly over the coffee table, while his right was wedged painfully between it and the couch behind him. Closing his eyes, Harry felt the adrenaline rush slowly edging away.

"Er, Harry… are you, um… okay?" Hermione said between giggles that she was apparently trying to stifle, if the muffled choking sounds were any indication.

Harry reached one arm up and mumbled "glasses", then felt someone put them in his hand and he slid them on his face. He no longer felt any guilt whatsoever at sending those singing letters that questioned Ron's manhood to their honeymoon cottage. Harry could still hear Hermione's giggles from above him, so he felt he should say something important.

"Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"Remind me to lock the floo, set the wards, and barricade us in the bedroom next time," Harry said.

"Noted."

Harry carefully extracted himself from his cramped position, ending up on his knees facing the couch. Ginny was still lying where she had been when he'd made his mad leap, and she hadn't bothered to cover up. She was pressing her palms into her eyes, and she looked thoroughly disheveled. Harry was hard-pressed to not immediately order Ron and Hermione to get out so he and Ginny could continue what they'd started.

Harry took a deep breath to try and calm himself, and ignoring the snickers and quiet conversation behind him, he reached out and laid his hand on Ginny's bare stomach.

"Have you hexed them and made them go away yet?" Ginny asked, as she finally removed her hands and looked up at him with a pleading scowl.

Laughing, Harry helped Ginny sit up, and watched as she buttoned her shirt and pulled her skirt back down. These few moments gave him enough time to calm down, and when he finally took a seat on the couch next to her, he was able to do so without pulling a pillow onto his lap. Sighing and cuddling Ginny to his side, Harry looked up at his guests who were both grinning at the couple from where they were still standing by the fireplace.

"So, is it safe to take a seat now?" Hermione said with a sly grin. The brunette joined her husband on the love seat nearby, and her face slid into a stern frown.

"Now, you two wouldn't happen to know anything about a bunch of letters that showed up at our honeymoon cottage last Monday, would you? Ones that exploded with confetti, and spouted ghastly language and told Ron he… well… let's just say those ones were completely wrong," Hermione said with a spectacular blush.

The newlyweds were met with raucous laughter as Harry and Ginny finally relaxed and settled in for an evening catching up with their best friends.

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November 7, 2000

Hermione Weasley wasn't known as the "cleverest witch of her generation" for nothing, and she intended to prove it today. She knew Harry and Ginny were responsible for the juvenile little prank on Ron during their honeymoon. However, while she agreed that her sometimes thick-headed husband deserved payback for his ridiculous attempts to goad Harry and Ginny into getting jealous, she did not appreciate the 18 hours of continuous owl deliveries.

That led to long hours of coming up with the perfect revenge. Hermione grinned as she thought ahead to what she was about to do to Harry. She'd save Ginny for later – she was a Weasley after all, and therefore much more crafty than her co-conspirator.

After a week of planning, and a Saturday trip into London, Hermione was finally all prepared. She knew Ginny had late afternoon practices on Tuesdays, and that Harry would be getting home early today from the Ministry. She had several hours in which to complete her ingenious counterattack.

Staring into her full-length mirror, Hermione eyed herself one last time. Her robes were the most severe black she could find, and her hair was slicked back into a tight bun with copious amounts of Sleekeazy's hair potion. Hermione practiced her 'McGonagall glare' again to be sure she had it right, and then placed the book she'd purchased in her handbag next to the shrunken diagrams and flowcharts.

Harry is never, ever going to forget this little 'talk'.

After one last wicked chuckle, Hermione schooled her features, and apparated directly to Harry's flat.

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November 7, 2000

Harry was in his bedroom changing when he heard the muffled crack of apparition. Gwenog must have let them go early today, Harry thought with a smile. Pulling his shirt off, he bundled it into a ball and tossed it into a corner of the room. He'd worry about picking it up later.

Striding down the hall into the living room, barefoot and shirtless, he called out for his favorite redhead.

"Hey Gin, you're home early today! You want to try heading into muggle London for–"

Harry turned the corner and rocked back on his heels, his speech cutting off abruptly as he saw Hermione standing in his living room, setting up what appeared to be an easel.

"Harry, excellent, please take a seat. I need to speak with you," Hermione said. Harry stood in the doorway, a little taken aback at her demeanor. She was wearing robes that looked like she'd borrowed them from Percy's 'Proper Attire for Ministry Witches' seminar, and her normally curly hair was pulled back into a severe bun. She glanced up at him when he didn't move to take a seat, and the look on her face worried him.

"Erm… what's with all this, Hermione?" Harry asked, waving his hand at the easel. He slid his wand out of his back pocket and slowly sidled over to the couch, never taking his eyes off of his friend.

"I've been researching the betrothal contract you and Ginny signed, and I just got back from the Ministry. I thought you'd want to know as soon as possible, so you two could be aware of what was expected."

Hermione's frown still worried him, but he had asked her to look into what was needed to make sure the contract didn't backfire on them, and turn them into radishes or something. She'd scowled at him when he'd mentioned the radishes, but agreed to do the research and threw herself into it with her usual gusto.

Tossing his wand on the table in front of him, Harry took a seat and nodded for her to continue.

"Well, from what I found during my research, betrothal contracts aren't used very often anymore. In fact, they started becoming rather unpopular during the–"

"Hermione! Does the timeline and history of betrothal contracts affect our situation at all? No? Then please, just tell me what Ginny and I need to do and what we need to worry about," Harry said. Hermione's eyes narrowed and her lips thinned out as he interrupted her, but he'd caught that look since he was 12. He was rather used to it, and if pressed, would admit to being somewhat fond of Hermione's efforts to scold him like a big sister.

"Very well. No the history doesn't affect you and Ginny," Hermione huffed. "However, what I did find out is the exact details concerning what needs to happen in a betrothal. Since your contract stipulates that you have to lose your virginity to each other within 30 days of signing, and that the loss of said virginity is the dowry gift, you are unable to break the contract."

"Yeah, we figured that one out for ourselves. But Hermione–"

"I'm getting to that. Now, since you can't break the contract, you are forced by your magical agreement to marry. The Ministry has set standards on betrothal contracts and engagements. In your case, once the dowry gift has been given and received, you have a year and a day to complete the engagement. That timeline is from the date of the signing, and the type of marriage vows you're required to perform in the wedding ceremony are also stipulated by Ministry law." Hermione began rummaging in the bag she'd brought with her, and pulled out a large pile of parchment sheets.

"This is the full ceremony you're required to complete, along with the vows and the spells needed for the binding," she said, handing over the documents.

"Binding?" Harry asked blankly as he stared at the large wad of paper in his hand.

"Yes, binding. It's a magical contract; did you think there would be a way out?"

"Well, no but… I guess I just never thought of what would happen. I figured it'd be a regular wizarding ceremony like Bill and Fleur's or yours and Ron's," Harry said with a shrug.

"Well, it's not. You'll need to look over those documents with Ginny so you both know what is expected from you."

"Okay. Erm… listen, thanks Hermione. You know we both really appreciate you doing this for us," Harry said. He really did love Hermione, and didn't want her to think he didn't appreciate everything she did for them. Thinking she was finished, Harry stood up and was about to see her out when she shooed him back to his seat.

"You're welcome Harry. Now, the second reason I'm here is because you are, I'm sure, woefully unprepared for the completion of the primary focus of your betrothal contract," Hermione said.

Harry stared at her as he plopped back onto the couch. What the bloody hell is she talking about?

"Hermione, what the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Sex," she said primly, dropping a large hard-backed book on the coffee table in front of him.

Harry sat up straight with a jerk and looked down in horror. There, on his table, sat a book with the title, "Sex For Virgins: A Primer for First-Timers". Harry stared at the book, his mind a complete blank. He rather thought his brain had shut down in self-defense.

Gaping up at Hermione, he saw her suddenly pull a small, black drape off of the easel, revealing…

Oh hell no.

"Now Harry, since both you and Ginny are virgins, you'll need to know what to expect when you have sex for the first time. It's important, especially for you as the man, to be aware of the issues involved when a woman loses her virginity. So I drew up these diagrams and flowcharts so that you can make sure you know what to do. A woman's first time is very special, Harry! And you want to make sure that Ginny's will be wonderful. After all, it isn't like you can just stick your penis in and expect a woman to orgasm immediately," Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Oh sweet fucking hell… this isn't happening.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from Hermione as she pulled out her wand and tapped it on the easel. He watched, his mouth falling open and dread filling every bone in his body, as the image began moving on the display.

"As you can see here, a man's penis–"

"STOP! Stop, stop, stop!" Harry screeched, slamming his eyes closed and sticking his fingers in his ears, hoping it would end his torment. Maybe he could get Ginny to obliviate him, or Ron could just hit him over the head with a brick and end his misery. A hard rap to his head made him open his eyes to see Hermione standing over him, one hand on her hip and the other pointing her wand at him.

"Oh honestly, Harry, what is wrong with you?" Hermione asked sharply. The scowl on her face was pure McGonagall, and combined with her dowdy robes and severe hairstyle, it was like getting a sex talk from his old transfiguration professor, or Madam Pince, the librarian. Only worse… it was the woman he considered to be his sister. And she kept saying… that!

"Wha… what's bloody wrong with me!?" Harry spluttered. He was beyond flabbergasted. "You! You… you just can't… say that!"

"Say what," Hermione asked, exasperated.

"Th-that!! That… that word you keep saying," Harry finally squeaked out.

"What word? Penis?"

"GAH! Just… stop Hermione! And… and the pictures… oh sweet Merlin, they're still moving!" Harry groaned in pain. He was in actual pain right now. He really didn't think he'd ever recover from it.

"Harry, you're being an idiot. It's a clinical term for a part of a man's body. It's no worse than elbow, or leg, or vagina."

"…buh." Harry wasn't sure what the sound that came out of his mouth was, but he was beyond worrying that he sounded like a 10-year-old girl. Hermione apparently hadn't heard him as she continued to talk over him.

"I mean really, you can say Voldemort when most of the wizarding world still says that silly You-Know-Who, and yet you can't even hear the word penis. Penis, penis, penis! It's just a word and you're being ridiculous," Hermione said.

Harry's face blanched and he felt like he was going to vomit.

"Now, you are going to sit there and listen and keep your eyes open, or I'll charm them that way for you," Hermione warned. She reached down and flipped open the book to a page that had been marked with a piece of parchment. Harry couldn't stop his eyes from glancing down and seeing the image. It seared across his brain, and Harry wished for a tornado, or a tsunami, or an attack by Death Eaters. Anything to stop what was about to happen.

"Let's begin," Hermione said as she strode back to stand next to the easel. "As you can see in your book, I've skipped ahead a few chapters because this is very important. That is chapter 3, 'Clitoral Stimulation: Source of a Woman's Pleasure'. We'll start here and work our way through the rest. However I expect you to read those first two, as they will help you learn about foreplay and 'getting into the mood', so to speak."

Harry sat, his arms akimbo and his mouth hanging open, as Hermione pointed to an image displayed on her easel, and he saw it expand to roughly the size of a refrigerator.

"This right here is a woman's clitoris, and what you need to know is…"

As she began her lecture, Harry had one last coherent thought before he completely lost his mind.

I am never, ever, ever talking to Hermione again. Ever.

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November 11, 2000

The sun had barely risen as Ginny slipped back into bed after her trip to the loo, curling up against Harry's side and laying her head on his chest. She found she couldn't go back to sleep, so she lay listening to his quiet breathing, and thinking about the night before.

After Hermione's little 'talk' a few days ago, Harry had been jumpy and prone to staring wide-eyed at the walls while mumbling under his breath. He had avoided his best friends like the plague ever since. Ginny cursed Hermione in her head, knowing it was her scheming little way of getting back at them for their prank on Ron that apparently disturbed her honeymoon.

Damn that witch for hanging around my brothers so much.

She and Harry had ventured out into muggle London last night, and Ginny had coaxed Harry into relaxing a little. They'd spent an enjoyable Friday evening just walking through the shopping district, holding hands as she laughed at the strange things muggles liked to buy.

When they'd returned to Harry's flat, Ginny had suggested she stay overnight, hoping to get Harry to relax a little further. They only had another 10 days left, and she knew they had to have sex soon. Very soon. Harry had seemed enthusiastic at first, as they lay in bed kissing. But when she reacted to his touch by thrusting her hips up against the erection she could feel through his pajama bottoms, he'd pulled away. Pleading exhaustion, Harry had turned on his side and spooned up against her back, curling his arm around her waist.

Ginny was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. Just remembering his kisses and gentle touches from the night before made her stomach flutter and she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. Her growing arousal made her want to act. She wanted more than just heady kisses that drugged her senses and left her breathless.

A quiet grumble that she felt more than heard alerted Ginny that Harry was close to waking. Glancing up, she saw him smack his lips a few times, and she let her hand slide down his bare chest to caress his stomach. Ginny ran her fingers through the coarse hair that trailed down from his navel, wanting to slip them under the waistband of his pajamas. She could see his morning erection tenting the blankets, and she wondered what it would feel like against her palm. She stopped her hand just as she felt him shift underneath her.

"Mmm… Gin?" Harry mumbled.

Ginny raised herself on her elbow and slid up so they were face to face. She tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned down to kiss his forehead as he stared blearily up at her.

"Wha' time's it?" Harry asked as she felt him wrap his arms around her and stroke her back through the thin t-shirt she had worn to bed.

"It's only half past seven," Ginny replied.

Harry blinked a few times, his green eyes looking a little clearer as he squinted up at her. Ginny brought her head down closer, kissing his chin. She slid her hand under the blankets where they were pooled around his waist, running her hand over his hip in small circles. She was closing in on his penis when she felt him tense a little.

"Ginny?" Harry's eyes were bright now as he looked up at her. She could see a hint of apprehension, but she'd had enough of waiting. Ginny reached up and cupped her palm against his cheek, drawing his face nearer.

Leaning down, Ginny kissed him softly at first, just letting their lips barely touch. She did this over and over until she felt Harry respond, his hands pressing down against her back to pull her closer. Sliding her tongue inside his mouth, she raised her right leg and laid it over his thigh. Ginny heard him groan as she angled her pelvis to press against his hip, the thin fabric of her knickers growing damp as she felt his hands slide over her bum.

Ginny was about to take the initiative and straddle him, when he turned the tables on her, and she suddenly found herself on her back with Harry cradled between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth when she felt the contact, and wrapped her arms around his back, stroking the muscles as they bunched up with every movement he made. Ginny could feel his hand caressing the outside of her thigh, but she wanted more.

Pushing him back a little until he was kneeling between her legs, Ginny looked up at Harry. He looked confused and more than a little frazzled, his eyes glassy and his thick, black hair standing on ends all over his head. Ginny thought he looked absolutely delicious, and she shivered as his hands continued to unconsciously roam over her legs.

She sat up, and keeping her eyes on his, reached down for the bottom of her t-shirt. As she quickly pulled it up and over her head, she shook her hair out, leaving it trailing over her back. Harry's eyes sharpened and became a smoky green, as his gaze went immediately to her breasts.

"Gin," Harry growled. "You're so beautiful. Merlin…" His voice trailed off as she lay back down, and reached out a hand to him. Harry fell forward onto her, and the warmth of his smooth, bare skin against hers made her hiss in pleasure. Ginny arched her neck as he began trailing kisses down it, and she reached down to grasp his bum. He thrust against her, and she could feel his hard penis pressing into her through the thin fabric of his pants and her now soaked knickers. This feels incredible, she thought.

Ginny felt his mouth moving hot and wet against her collarbone, and she slid her hands into his hair, encouraging him to move lower. She watched through lidded eyes, panting heavily, as he finally hovered above her breasts; his breath making her nipples tighten as he stared at them. Harry gave a quick glance up at her, before he tentatively kissed her breast, then took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

"Oh God," Ginny gasped, and her back arched up as chills sped down her spine and heat pooled in her groin at the electric feeling of his mouth and tongue on her. She clenched her hands in his hair, keeping him right where he was, as she raised her knees and squeezed his hips with her thighs.

Harry's guttural moan against her flesh made her breath hitch, and he started thrusting his pelvis against her harder, pressing against her clit. Ginny rocked back, trying to match his rhythm, and she heard him grunt as he left a trail of wet kisses over to her other breast.

Closing her eyes tightly, Ginny gave herself over to the intense feelings sweeping through her. This is so much better than touching myself. That thought made her remember what she did two nights ago, after going home frustrated. She and Harry had been kissing on the couch, and she had started unbuttoning her shirt when he'd stopped her rather abruptly and pulled away. I wonder what Harry would think if I told him…

You're a pervert Ginny Weasley. Don't even think about doing that…

She felt him continue to thrust against her, his mouth leaving her breast as he kissed his way up her throat. Harry's fingers replaced his tongue, as he rolled her nipple and her head lolled to the side, feeling a burning coil winding tightly in her center. But Ginny couldn't get the thought of telling him out of her head, and she wondered if it would make him come completely unglued if he knew she…

"Harry," Ginny gasped, turning her head towards him as he buried his face in her neck.

"Ginny." Harry's moan was barely intelligible as he sucked on the skin of her shoulder, raking his teeth against it lightly.

"Oh, God, Harry this is… feels so good… so much better than…"

Harry's head popped up from her neck as she said this, and she saw his sweaty, flushed face, his eyes dilated wide as the pupils almost swallowed up the green. He braced himself above her, his hips slowing their movements against hers as he struggled to understand what she was saying.

"Wha…"

Ginny reached up and ran her hands over his chest, then clutching his shoulders, she thrust up against him hard as she began to speak.

"This is… so much better," she panted. "So much better than… touching myself." Ginny felt a jolt in her stomach when Harry growled and his eyes slammed shut. He gripped her under her shoulders and leaned his forehead down against her neck as his hips took up a faster rhythm. Ginny wrapped her arms tightly around his back, and clung to him as she brought her mouth down and whispered into his ear.

"Harry… oh, so good… better than the other night… yes, don't stop… went home and I was, oh God… so wet… had to… had to touch… myself, oh fuck yes!" Ginny curled up against Harry, her whole body clenching as she bucked her hips hard, feeling her clit press just right against his erection. She muffled her scream into his neck, not even noticing that she was biting down as she climaxed.

With two final erratic thrusts and a low groaning of her name, Ginny felt Harry finishing against her, the warm, wet fluid seeping through his pants against the fabric of her now completely ruined knickers. Merlin, that was…

Ginny clung to him as they both breathed heavily, coming down from their orgasms slowly. Harry finally groaned and rolled off of her, pulling her with him so she was tucked back up against his side.

"Ginny, that was… absolutely amazing," Harry said. She could feel his voice rumbling in his chest beneath her head and she smiled and sighed happily.

"So…"

"Hmm?"

"Are you over the trauma of Hermione's little 'talk' now?" Ginny said with a low chuckle.

Harry's laughter reverberated off the walls of his bedroom, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Ginny's heart skipped a beat as she heard his laugh. Merlin, I love –

Her arm clutched his torso tighter, and she turned her flushed face, breathing in the musky scent of his skin as she swallowed hard. Ginny mouthed the words silently into his chest, as she finally admitted what she'd known for years.

I love you, Harry.