A/N: Just a warning folks – probably not safe for work. Prepare for the reason this is a mature story. Wet Knickers Warning ahead. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: A Naked Weekend

November 17, 2000

It was nearly midnight when Ginny heard the quiet crack of apparition coming from down the hall. She let out a sigh of relief, and snuggled further under the blankets, making sure she was covered up to her neck.

Ginny had spent the first hour after Harry left fuming and stalking through the apartment, only noticing after 15 minutes that she was doing so completely topless. Stomping into the kitchen, she retrieved her shirt and found Harry's in the hallway, then continued her mumbled threats against Kingsley and the rest of the Ministry as she grabbed her bag from the couch and returned to the bedroom.

When Kingsley's patronus had arrived, it was only the stark devastation in Harry's eyes that kept her from completely blowing up. Ginny knew that he'd been working this case for weeks, and Kingsley calling him in to interrogate the suspect after he had just been caught was perfectly understandable. Even if it did put a huge, annoying crimp in her plans to shag her new fiancé rotten. Harry's obvious reluctance to leave her had helped – a little – but once he was gone she gave her frustration free rein.

After an hour of angry yelling, Ginny had calmed down enough to start thinking clearly. She had cleaned up the mess from their dinner in the kitchen, and afterwards had come to a conclusion.

She was going to make the most of this interruption.

Camping out in his bedroom, she had dug through the bag she'd brought with her, pulling out the surprise she'd intended to show Harry later. Shaking it out and laying it on the bed, Ginny had smiled as she imagined Harry's face when he saw her waiting for him, wearing nothing but a few small scraps of blue lace and silk.

Not knowing how much time she had before he returned, Ginny had set about making his bedroom into something comfortable for them. She'd replaced the sheets and had conjured a bunch of fluffy pillows.

It was while changing the sheets that she found it.

Tucked under his pillow was a book, one that she recognized from Hermione's gleeful description of her 'sex talk' with Harry. Pulling it out slowly, she'd found scraps of parchment in several spots, and when she'd sat down to take a look, the book had naturally fallen open to one section whose pages were worn from frequent use.

A predatory grin slid across Ginny's face as she remembered reading that section – and several others – and she couldn't wait for Harry to come in. Ginny heard his footsteps coming down the hall, and turned on her side, squinting her eyes to feign sleep. The door pushed open softly, and she could see him trying to be quiet as he walked in.

His head swiveled around as he took in the changes she'd made. There were candles in sconces on the wall, leaving flickering shadows dancing around the room. The bed was made up with a blood-red duvet with black sheets, and Ginny almost chuckled aloud as Harry's eyes grew wide at the sight of it. She sincerely hoped that after tonight they'd be needing to do a lot of laundry to get those clean again.

Harry tiptoed closer, and she could see him trying to peer at her through the low lighting. She peeked through her lashes and saw his shoulders fall a bit when he realized she was sleeping. Ginny watched him turn around and start removing his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into his closet. The muscles of his back stood out in stark relief in the candlelight as he moved, and Ginny ached to run her hands and tongue all over that smooth skin.

The bed creaked a bit as Harry sat down to pull his shoes and socks off, and Ginny smirked as he tried to do it with as little movement of the bed as possible. He really is a sweet man, she thought. But he doesn't know what's about to hit him.

She waited until he stood back up and had unbuttoned his pants to say anything. Ginny arranged herself under the covers for maximum effect, then leaned up on her elbow and watched as his trousers slithered down his thighs.

"Nice arse, Potter."

Harry whirled around towards the bed, falling to his bum as he stumbled and tripped over the pants that now tangled around his ankles. Ginny laughed a little as she could just see the top of his messy hair and heard him cursing under his breath.

His pants finally came off and were flung into the closet, and Ginny watched as he rolled to his knees next to the bed and looked over at her. Her hair trailed down over one shoulder, hiding most of what the blanket didn't behind a sea of red.

"You're awake," Harry said in shock.

"Excellent observation. Now, are you going to come to bed, or are you going to just stay there gawking at me?"

Harry grinned and stood up, but he shuffled his feet a bit as he looked at the bed. Ginny knew this was the moment.

Grabbing hold of the top edge of the duvet, she flung it back to uncover not only his side of the bed, but most of her body. Harry's mouth dropped open and she heard a whimper fall from his lips as he took her in.

She knew the blue lace thong and silk camisole that came to midway down her stomach would make his head explode.

Ginny watched, feeling very pleased with herself, as Harry's hands clenched and unclenched. She ran her gaze from his head down to his boxers as they tented out with his obvious arousal. Harry still hadn't moved, so she reached out and patted the space next to her, and he slowly lowered himself to the bed, not removing his eyes from her body as he sat down.

"Do you like my outfit?" Ginny asked as she reached out and ran a hand up his arm, watching goose bumps emerge just behind her trailing fingers. A deep grunt was his answer, and she smiled when his hand gripped the sheets below them. Ginny pulled his shoulder down and his body followed until she had him facing her on his side. Every muscle in his body was tense.

"Harry, look at me," Ginny said, quietly. She tilted his chin towards her, and shivered when she saw his green eyes turning dark. Slowly sliding her hand down, she brushed her fingers across his chest, watching his nostrils flare as she raked her nails over his nipple.

Leaning closer, Ginny licked her lips, and Harry's eyes flashed to them. His head tilted towards hers, and she met him halfway. The kiss started out gentle, and Ginny teased his lips open, sliding her tongue inside to taste him. He groaned as she deepened the kiss, and finally laid one hand on her hip. Ginny scooted a little closer to him and felt the heat from his body searing into hers. Harry's hands caressed her thigh and hip, moving around to her bum and pulling her into him. She could feel his hard penis pressing into her and her stomach muscles contracted involuntarily as she thought about him sliding inside of her.

Ginny broke the kiss and drew back panting. She rolled to her back to reach for her wand, and Harry followed her, kissing her neck, his hands roaming over her stomach.

"Have to… set the locking charms, Harry," Ginny gasped out.

"Bloody hell, yes," Harry replied, grabbing her wand and quickly calling out the locking and silencing charms that would ward the flat from any further intrusions. He was about to toss the wand back onto the nightstand when she stole it back from him. Pointing it at her abdomen, she mumbled a short spell and then pointed it at Harry. His eyes grew wide when he saw exactly where it was pointed.

"Gin," Harry said weakly.

"Relax, Harry," Ginny replied, then cast a similar spell, smirking as he jumped a bit at feeling it wash over him. "That was a contraceptive spell. It should last for 24 hours."

Harry smiled and leaned back down to kiss her, and Ginny tossed her wand behind her, hoping it landed somewhere in the vicinity of the nightstand, but not caring too much at this point.

Wrapping her arms around his back, Ginny drew him over her, his chest covering her torso and his pelvis pushing into her thigh. Harry's hand slid up her stomach and under her camisole, his fingers teasing the skin of her breast around her nipple. She arched her back, clutching his shoulder in one hand and his hair in the other. Ginny felt hot and her blood thundered in her ears as his hand finally closed over her breast, his fingers rolling her nipple and making her breath catch in her throat. She needed to get her top off, and she needed it off now.

Pulling away from his lips, Ginny reached down and pulled the bottom of her camisole up as far as she could.

"Take it off, Harry," she said softly, and Harry's eager hands immediately reached down to help. He dropped it over the side of the bed without even looking, his head already descending to her chest, a deep hum of pleasure coming from his chest.

Threading her fingers back into his hair, she closed her eyes and moaned at the feel of his teeth and tongue laving against her nipple, her hips bucking up in search of something, anything to rub against. She was just about to grab his hand and move it down, when he finally did so himself. Ginny felt his hand cover her completely, her soaked knickers pressing into her folds.

"Oh God, that's… bloody hell," Ginny gasped, feeling the heel of his palm press hard against her clit through the lace knickers. But she wanted to feel the heat of his skin on her flesh. She reached down and grabbed the scrap of fabric, yanking it down as far as she could, and Harry caught on and pulled the other side down. His mouth left her breast and trailed kisses down to her stomach as his hands continued sliding down her legs, finally pulling her knickers off. She had no idea where they went after that, as she realized exactly where his head ended up.

She knew Harry probably wasn't thinking with his brain at this point, as he didn't even hesitate, his hands stroking back up her thighs, his mouth hot, wet, and just centimeters above her curls. Ginny raised her head a little, looking down at him. His lean body with its whipcord muscles made her mouth water, but it was the dark hair contrasting with the pale skin of her stomach that had her panting. He was so close…

Harry's hands spanned each thigh, his thumbs drawing closer to where she needed him when his head lifted and his eyes met her lidded gaze. His mouth and eyes closed suddenly and she felt him take a deep breath. Ginny bit her lip. Maybe he's not ready to –

"Merlin, you smell so good," Harry growled into her skin. His eyes snapped back open, and Ginny felt her whole body flush at the hunger evident in that look. She couldn't break away from his gaze as he pushed gently against her thighs with his hands, making room for her to cradle his body.

"I've wanted to do this… for so long," Harry mumbled, as he lowered his head and nuzzled against her curls. Ginny cried out and gripped the sheets in her fists. She could feel her clit actually throb and she was only barely aware that she was panting out "please" with every breath she took.

Harry's hands moved up and she finally felt his thumbs lightly brush against her, sliding easily into her slick folds. His mouth drew closer and Ginny's head pressed hard into the mattress and her eyes slammed shut on a groan as Harry's tongue slid into her. She couldn't think, she could barely breathe, all she could do was feel. His fingers spread her open and his mouth closed over her folds, sucking her in. Ginny's hands buried in his hair when he finally laved his tongue against her clit, and when he sucked it hard into his mouth she let out a scream.

She could feel her orgasm thundering closer, and Harry's arms curled under her legs, her thighs gripping the sides of his head. His mouth was buried against her, and she clutched his hair, her hips rolling upwards with every lick. Harry's lips closed around her clit, his tongue flicking fast and hard, and it was too much and just enough. A wall of pleasure slammed into her body, her mind blacked out, and she was left floating for long moments before her muscles unclenched and she lost all tension in her body.

Bloody hell, that was…

A groan and movement from below finally broke through the fog in her mind, and Ginny opened her eyes and managed to raise her head a bit. It felt heavy and her limbs were shaking from the currents of pleasure still snaking through her system.

"Ginny."

She shivered when she heard her name growled out. Harry's eyes were almost black, his mouth hung open as he panted into her stomach, and his face glistened with wetness. Ginny reached out one shaky arm and pulled weakly against his shoulder. Harry climbed up her body quickly, and she felt his hard biceps twitch and watched his jaw clench. She knew he was moments from losing control.

Ginny reached down and stripped him of his boxers, using her feet to slide them down his legs. He'd lost his glasses at some point, and his eyes burned into hers as he held himself rigidly above her. He's not going to last long, but God do I need him inside.

Raising her legs, she brought her knees up high against his hips. Ginny reached down and grasped his erection in her hand, feeling his pulse throb through it. She cupped his cheek in her other hand as she raised up, sliding his penis through her wetness. Harry's whole body shuddered and he groaned her name.

"Now, love. I need you inside," Ginny whispered, and moved the head of his penis down to where she wanted him. His hips thrust forward, and he slid inside, his eyes never leaving hers until he was fully enclosed in her wet heat. There was a stretching feeling inside of her, but also a glorious feeling of fullness that she had never experienced with just her fingers.

Ginny wrapped both of her arms around his back and her hands moved down to his bum, pulling him back into her as he thrust slowly at first, then faster as he quickly began to lose control. She tilted her hips a bit, wanting to feel him deeper, and her eyes slid shut and she moaned when he hit a certain spot just inside on every thrust. Ginny quickly forced her eyes back open. She wanted to watch him moving above her; she never wanted to forget one moment of this.

His head hung down and his eyes were closed, his arms were like iron bars braced next to her, and his mouth hung open, grunting out her name and curse words with every thrust. Harry had never been more beautiful to her than at that moment, and she had never felt so connected to another person. God I love this man, Ginny thought, and was suddenly surprised to feel a tightening in her stomach, heat flooding inside her. She needed more of him, so she gripped his penis with her internal muscles.

"Fuck!" Harry grunted as he slammed into her, and he curled his arms under her shoulders, and pressed his forehead into her neck.

Ginny hooked her legs around his hips, her nails biting into the bunching muscles on his back as she closed her eyes. His thrusts were erratic; his breath puffing out hot and wet against her neck and Ginny felt a flutter start in her stomach. She tightened herself around him again, and then curled her body up into his as another orgasm hit her.

She felt a hot wetness inside as Harry thrust one last time, yelling wordlessly against her skin.

Harry's weight pushed her into the mattress as she ran her hands up and down his sweaty back, tracing his spine idly as she waited for him to recover. Ginny could feel him pressing kisses over and over into her neck, mumbling something that she couldn't quite make out.

"Love you, Harry," she whispered into his ear. "I love you, so much."

Harry's arms shook as he raised his torso enough to prop his forehead against hers. She moved his fringe back and saw a hint of green peer back at her.

"Love you too, Gin," he murmured.

Ginny smiled up at him, and stroked his cheeks. Her ring shined in the low light of the candles, and she reached up and kissed him softly. How did I ever live without this, without him, she wondered.

"Are you okay," Harry whispered. "I've got to be crushing you."

"I'm brilliant, and I love feeling you here. Don't move yet," Ginny responded. She felt him slip out of her body, and he propped himself up on his elbows, rubbing his fingers against her hair.

"That was…" Harry blew out a slow breath. "Unbelievable."

Ginny smiled widely, and laughed a little. Harry's forehead furrowed a bit as he scowled down at her.

"What?"

"It's just… you. Me. This. I'm just… happy. And I can't wait to do that again."

Harry chuckled tiredly, and then rolled over, bringing her with him. She snuggled up against his side and slung one arm and leg over him until she was as close as she could be without laying completely on top of him.

"I can't either, but it's going to have to be a bit. I'm knackered, Gin."

Ginny laughed again, and closed her eyes, pressing her face against his skin and breathing in his scent. She felt him reach around, and then the soft sheet fell against her skin as he wrapped his arms more securely around her.

The last thing Ginny heard before succumbing to her tiredness was the thump of his heart against her ear. She knew that she never wanted to sleep without that sound again.

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November 18, 2000

Harry woke early on Saturday morning, his body shivering a bit in the cool air. He kept his eyes closed and reached down to drag the blankets higher, but his hand only found an empty mattress.

Raising his head, he took in the fuzzy outlines of his bedroom. Without his glasses, everything was a blur, but he did notice a particular red-topped blur sitting up next to him, wrapped in the duvet.

"Ginny," he croaked out. Clearing his throat, Harry blinked some of the sleep out of his eyes and tried to squint a bit to bring her in better focus. It was having no effect, but luckily Ginny had found his glasses and he took them from her when she held them out to him.

"Well, that's a lovely sight to wake up to," Harry said, as he could now see her clearly. Ginny was sitting right next to his hip, the blanket wrapped around her and hanging off one shoulder, exposing quite a few freckles that he hadn't had time to investigate the night before. I'll have to find time today to see them all, Harry thought idly, reaching back to prop his head up better on a pillow.

"I'd have to agree," Ginny said with a chuckle. It was then that Harry noticed where she was staring. She had apparently pulled all the sheets off of him, which is what woke him when his body felt the chill in the air. He was splayed out on the mattress, completely starkers, and Ginny was sitting at his hip. Staring at his penis.

"Er… Gin? What, um… what are you doing?"

"Taking in the view. I didn't get to see it last night, after all. And fair is fair, Harry," Ginny said with an impish grin. She turned back to her perusal, and Harry felt his morning erection getting harder as her gaze wandered from his feet to his chest.

Harry remembered his mad worries from the night before, and he wondered what she was thinking. His worries, however, apparently didn't affect his blood flow problems, as his penis was quite happily defying the morning chill and getting harder by the moment.

"So, um… do you like the view?" Harry asked quietly. Well, that was proud and manly, wasn't it, you soppy git.

"Mmmm… very much," Ginny said, her throaty voice making his bum clench in reaction. He watched in fascination and not a little excitement, as one hand came out from the blankets. His breathing got heavier as she got closer, and he could actually feel the heat from her palm as she held it just centimeters over his penis.

"Gin," Harry pleaded.

One very warm finger reached out and stroked him lightly from the base of his penis to the tip, and Harry groaned, pushing his hips up to try and get more contact. He could barely hear her chuckle over the roaring in his ears, but he propped himself up on his elbows when she grasped him fully in her hand.

Ginny stroked him slowly, and he bit his bottom lip as he alternated his gaze from her hand over to her face that avidly watched her own movements. Harry was about to reach out for her, when she pulled her hand back suddenly.

"Ginny… wha…?"

"You know Harry, I was right when I said fair is fair," Ginny said, smiling at him. Harry was lost for a second, until he saw her toss the blanket off her shoulders, revealing her naked body to his gaze. He watched in awe as she rose up on her knees, her breasts bouncing a little with every movement. Ginny slung one leg over his, until she straddled his calves. She leaned over and crawled upwards a bit, her nipples hard from the cool air dragging across his thighs.

Harry's breathing got heavier as she moved her head to just above his erection. Ginny looked up through her lashes at him, and the ends of her long hair brushed against his skin, setting his nerves on fire.

"Don't you think fair is fair, Harry?"

Harry could only grunt in response. Oh bloody effing hell, she's so close to –

Harry's head fell back and he groaned loudly when she slid her tongue out and licked the head of his penis. He gripped the sheets hard, trying not to thrust up against the warm wetness of her mouth. Ginny's tongue was everywhere, licking all the way around the tip, and sliding down towards the base, and Harry could barely keep his eyes open to watch.

She placed a small puckered kiss just at the tip, and then slid her mouth down, enclosing him fully in heat. Curses flew from his lips as he felt her mouth moving up and down over him, sucking lightly as she drew in as much of his penis as she could. Ginny's hair covered her face, and Harry reached down and held it back so he could see her.

Ginny's eyes were closed, and she suddenly hummed adding a whole new sensation that had his brain reeling in pleasure. He clenched his bum to keep from pushing up, but he threaded his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head and helping her movements over him.

Harry was panting now, and sweat rolled down his face as he watched her sucking him in faster, her head bobbing up and down. He knew he was cursing and pleading, but the words were mumbled together between his groans.

Harry felt his orgasm rapidly approaching; his hips were thrusting up a little against his better intentions, and he felt a tingling start in his lower back.

"Gin…" Harry grunted out. Her eyes snapped open and met his as her mouth sucked harder, and she braced one arm as she brought her hand up and gripped his penis. Her hand stroked him in time with her mouth and he couldn't last much longer.

"Ginny… Ginny, I–"

Just as she closed over him fully again, his orgasm hit, and Harry's head dropped back as he grunted out her name. His hips thrust up once more as her mouth sucked hard, her hand sliding up and down slowly as he panted and tried to rein in his scattered thoughts.

Harry found himself flat on his back again, his elbows having given out as his muscles lost all strength to hold him up. He was still breathing heavily as Ginny crawled upwards, and a whole-body shiver shook him at feeling her skin against his overly heated flesh.

Ginny curled into his side, most of her body still covering his as she placed light kisses into his neck. Harry could feel her smiling against his skin. He found her left hand near his shoulder and fumbled with it for a moment, then drew it up and kissed her palm.

"You are amazing, Gin." Harry's voice rumbled out quietly in the room, and Ginny responded by hugging him closer, her hand moving up to play lightly with his sweat-dampened hair. She let out a soft sigh into his shoulder and he rested his cheek against her hair as his exhaustion pulled him into sleep.

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"Seriously, Harry. C'mon."

It was late afternoon and Harry was grinning from his slouched position on the couch. Ginny was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, her hair a wild mess on her head, and absolutely no clothes covering her gorgeous body. Harry sighed happily as he looked at her, watching her breasts move as she breathed heavier in her agitation.

They had just had sex – again! – on his couch after finally leaving the bedroom in search of food. Ginny had decided to eschew all clothing in favor of what she termed "Naked Weekend", and only slung a sheet around her torso in deference to the cold wooden chairs against her bum. Harry was very much in favor of "Naked Weekend" and was enjoying every moment of it.

"Are you even listening to me?" Ginny asked. Her eyebrow was arched alarmingly high, but the tone of her voice let Harry know that she was amused at his lassitude. He folded his arms behind his head as he laughed at her insistence on this issue.

"Ginny, I still don't see why–"

"Because we reek of sex, Harry. That's why," Ginny interrupted.

"We're most likely going to have sex again as soon as we get out, so I don't really understand the point of us taking a shower right now," Harry said. He felt his logic was rather sound on this point.

Ginny huffed and Harry's grin widened at seeing the bounce again.

A sly smirk crossed her face, and Harry wondered just what she was thinking now. Whatever it was, he was sure he, and his penis, would enjoy it immensely. She really is the most brilliant woman ever, he thought.

"You know Harry," Ginny said, backing up slowly towards the hallway. "You have that low towel rack in your shower. And I think it's just the right height that if I bent over and grabbed a hold of it–"

She got no further as Harry shot off the couch like a bludger, running after her as she shrieked and took off laughing down the hall.

Merlin, I love this woman. Guess I'm getting clean after all.

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Ginny looked up from her nest of blankets in the middle of Harry's bed as the door opened. They had napped together for awhile after their rather long shower, and had woken in the late evening, refreshed but quite hungry. Harry had gone foraging for food and was now returning with whatever he'd scrounged up.

Harry was carrying a large tray packed full of finger foods and drinks, and Ginny scooted over to make room for him and his bounty. She winced slightly, and Harry turned a concerned face her way.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, carefully setting the tray down then reaching out to turn her face towards him.

"I'm fine," Ginny said. "Just a little sore."

Harry frowned and his eyes looked a little pained at her admission.

"I'm sorry. We don't–"

"Hey," Ginny interrupted quickly. "I'm okay. It's a good kind of sore. Believe me." Ginny grinned at him, hating to see him feel guilty when she had enjoyed every minute of getting sore. His eyes searched hers intently, then he smiled and nodded, and joined her amid the mound of blankets. He pulled the tray closer and Ginny inspected the various foods he'd accumulated.

Snatching up a butterbeer and a bag of crisps, Ginny snuck a look at Harry as she ate her snack. His face was clear and his eyes sparkled with happiness. They had wallowed in their newly-found physical relationship all day, laughing and playful at times, wildly passionate at others. She had thrown herself whole-heartedly into loving him, and he had responded equally, surprising her at times with the ways he had found to pleasure her.

Ginny grinned slyly. It was time to reveal her little surprise.

Brushing her fingers off, Ginny pulled the sheets a little higher under her arms. Harry was lounging on his side while he ate a sandwich, completely at ease with being naked. Her decision to have a clothes-free weekend was paying off brilliantly, and she savored the view of his long, lean body for a few moments while she planned her attack.

"Did I tell you about the book I was reading yesterday, Harry?" Ginny asked innocently.

Harry looked up at her, his mouth crammed full with the last half of his sandwich. "Wha boo?" he mumbled through his stuffed cheeks.

"Oh, that's sexy, Harry," Ginny said rolling her eyes. His boyish grin made her laugh, and she hoped he swallowed soon, because what she was going to do might make him choke.

"It's a book I found last night after you left. Well… once I'd calmed down a bit, of course. And added Kingsley to my 'list'," she said wryly.

"Your list?"

"Mmm, yes. My list. You can tell Kingsley he's now occupying the top spot, right above George," Ginny said with a grin. Harry laughed and reached out for an apple, biting into it with a crunch.

"Anyway, the book was quite stimulating. I read a fair bit of it before you got home. There were a couple pages that you had marked that looked rather interesting." Ginny tried desperately to keep the gleeful smile off her face, as Harry looked completely nonplussed. It was apparent that he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Well… I, um… I don't really know what book you were reading. I mean, really I only have defense and dark arts books around here lately," Harry said, his brow furrowed as he looked around the room as if he'd find the book in question laying about. The apple lay forgotten in his hand.

"I don't think this was a dark arts book. Let me see… I stuck it in this drawer in case I got bored," Ginny said with as much fake confusion as she could. She held her laughter in at her ridiculous acting job, and the way Harry was buying it. Oh, I can't wait to see his reaction.

Ginny reached over to the bedside table and pulled the book out of the drawer. She was careful to angle her body just right to hide the cover. She wanted maximum effect out of this reveal. She opened the book to a chapter she'd read earlier, keeping the book in her lap so Harry couldn't see it.

"Like this… maneuver, I guess you'd call it. This one looks interesting. Do you think you could teach me this one?" Watching his face with a great amount of anticipation, Ginny plopped the open book on the bed, right below his eyes.

The next few seconds were amongst those that Ginny knew she'd treasure for all time. Harry's face was frozen in open-mouthed shock and horror, his face burned bright red, and the sounds coming out of him were closer to whimpers and high-pitched squeaks than the low rumbling voice he usually had. The apple he'd been holding slipped weakly out of his hand.

"Where… wh-where did you find this," Harry croaked out. His eyes were glued to the page in front of him.

Ginny knew she was grinning like a maniac, and she was barely keeping her laughter held in.

"It was under your pillow, Harry. Why? Was I not supposed to find it?"

The book slammed shut with a bang and Harry hastily rolled over and tossed it beneath the bed. Staying on his stomach, he grabbed the nearest pillow and pulled it over his head. The view of Harry's arse bared to the world as he hid under a pillow finally did her in, and Ginny howled with laughter, holding her stomach as tears ran down her face.

Harry's arms locked tighter around the pillow as her chuckles wound down, and Ginny wiped her face and crawled over closer to him. She sat next to his hip and poked his side, watching him squirm away from the ticklish sensation.

"Oh, come on, Harry, it's not the end of the world," Ginny said. "Cheer up. The book obviously came in handy. I really should compliment Hermione on her choice of sex books. I only got to read about half of it, but it was extremely thorough and informative."

Ginny couldn't hear most of his muffled grumbles, but she did catch a few choice words about her dear friend, that set her off laughing again.

"I'll be sure to tell Hermione that, Harry. Now turn over." A grunted 'no' was all she heard, so she decided drastic measures were needed.

The hard smack on his arse echoed through the room, and his outraged squawk brought his head out from under the pillow. Ginny grinned gleefully as his bright red face turned towards her.

"Witch! What'd you do that for?" Harry said with a scowl.

"Because you're being stubborn."

Harry growled and burrowed back under the pillow. Ginny chuckled, and then moved one leg over him to straddle his thighs. Leaning down, she kissed the middle of his back, running her hands over the tensely bunched muscles in a soft massage. As she continued rubbing his back, Harry slowly began to relax, but his head was still hidden. Scooting up his body slowly, she trailed kisses up his spine until she reached the nape of his neck.

Ginny braced her arms on either side of him and sat up a bit, then let her nipples drag across his back, barely skimming them across his flesh. She heard a muffled groan beneath her, and watched his muscles twitch and goose bumps raise on his biceps. When his hips pressed down into the mattress, Ginny smiled and felt her own arousal start to build.

"Harry, turn over for me," Ginny said quietly, nuzzling her face under the edge of the pillow. She could feel his chest expand below her, his breathing starting to get faster. Ginny rolled her hips into his lower back as she felt herself getting wet, and he moaned and pushed back.

Pressing soft kisses into his shoulder, Ginny reached up and took hold of the edge of the pillowcase, slowly pulling it away from his face. When most of his head was revealed to her, she leaned down further and nibbled his ear, and one of his arms finally moved down to caress her leg.

"Turn over, Harry," Ginny whispered again. One emerald green eye peeked open at her.

"Are you going to be mean to me again?" Harry's voice rumbled through his chest, and Ginny shivered as she felt the vibrations of it beneath her.

"No. I'm going to be very, very good to you," Ginny said as she kissed his shoulder, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. As she felt his body begin to move, she rose up a bit to let him turn over, then lowered herself down with a hiss when he got to his back.

She was now straddling his stomach, and his penis was hard and poking against her bum. Harry's fingers trailed up her legs to her hips, and Ginny lowered her head to kiss him.

Keeping the kiss soft at first, Ginny languidly stroked his tongue with hers, slowly rolling her pelvis and pressing her clit against his toned stomach muscles. She heard Harry groan beneath her, and his hands slid around to grip her bum, encouraging her to move.

Ginny sucked Harry's lower lip into her mouth, running her tongue along it as her hips moved faster. The burning heat in her stomach was pooling in her groin, and Harry's skin was becoming slicker with every movement. His fingers were pressing hard into her bum, and she felt his erection twitch as he thrust up against her.

Pulling her mouth away from his, Ginny kissed along his jaw and up to his ear.

"I need you inside," she said huskily. Harry groaned loudly and thrust up again, seeking her warmth.

Raising her hips up and scooting down a little, Ginny dragged her wetness against his penis where it lay hard against his stomach. Harry's eyes were locked on where their lower bodies met, his mouth open and panting. She reached down and grasped him, pressing down a little so he was just barely inside of her. Ginny held herself above him, poised just on the edge of enclosing him fully.

"Harry."

Bright green eyes burned into hers, and his nostrils flared as she could see him visibly holding back from thrusting up into her. Keeping her eyes open and locked with his, Ginny slowly sunk down onto him, feeling the heat of his penis pulsing inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to keep herself from grinding against him. She wanted to go slowly this time, for as long as she could stand it.

Ginny braced her hands on his chest, then took in a deep breath as she slid up, squeezing her internal muscles tightly as she felt every ridge of his penis rubbing just right against her sensitive flesh. Just as she felt him about to slip out, she slid back down again, her head rolling backwards as she moaned.

Her hair flowed around her shoulders as she continued her slow thrusts. Ginny managed to open her eyes and saw Harry's jaw locked tight, the muscles bulging as he fought for control. Her moans were near constant now, and when she tilted her hips back a little his penis moved even deeper inside of her. Ginny ground her hips against his pelvis, and Harry's tightly wound body bucked up as he grunted.

Her orgasm was rapidly approaching as her hips moved faster, and Ginny moved her hands to the bed to brace herself better, gripping the sheets hard in her fists. Just as she felt the first flutters move through her stomach and down to where they were joined, Ginny wrenched her eyes open and met his gaze. Harry's face was flushed and sweaty and he groaned out her name every time she thrust down. She could see his arms shaking and knew he was just barely hanging on. Her thighs quivered as she held herself still for just a moment.

"Now, Harry," Ginny panted. "Hard."

With a growl, Harry clenched her hips in his hands with bruising intensity and pounded up into her, thrusting wildly. The friction was too much and Ginny's orgasm slammed into her, sending her screaming over the edge as she flung her head back. Pumping hard a few more times, Harry grunted as he finished, flooding inside of her as she collapsed on his chest.

The sweat was cooling on her back when Ginny finally came back enough to drag her eyes open. Harry's arms were wrapped tightly around her, holding her on top of him as his heart slowly stopped beating out of his ribcage. Licking her lips, Ginny nuzzled her face into his chest and felt him kiss the crown of her head.

"Harry," she whispered.

"Hm?" His voice rumbled low in his chest and Ginny hummed in pleasure at hearing it.

"We need to send Hermione a thank you card for that book she gave you. It's bloody brilliant."

Harry chuckled and slowly rolled them to his left, and Ginny moaned a bit at feeling his soft penis slip out of her body. She knew she was really going to be sore tomorrow, but right now she felt too good to care. Her limbs were heavy with exhaustion and all she wanted was to feel Harry curling his body around hers as they slept for days.

Pulling away from her, Harry fumbled with the blankets and dragged them up and over them. Ginny managed to turn around, scooting back as he flung his arm around her waist. Spooning up against her back, Harry tucked his knees under hers until she felt surrounded by him completely. His heavy sigh ruffled her hair.

"Love you, Gin."

Grasping his hand, Ginny pulled it up to her mouth and kissed his palm then held it close to her between her breasts. Ginny closed her eyes and smiled.

"Love you, too."

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November 19, 2000

"You know something, Harry?"

"What?"

"I think we've now had sex in every possible location in your flat."

"No we haven't, Gin."

"Oh really? And just where do you think we missed, Mr. Potter?"

"We haven't done it in the closet yet."

Ginny snorted into Harry's chest as she lay sprawled out on top of him. He, in turn, was laying on his back on top of the coffee table in the living room. The mid-day sun shone through his drawn curtains, and Ginny really couldn't think of a better way to spend a Sunday.

"Who the hell has sex in a closet, Harry?"

"I don't know. Us?"

Ginny laughed softly and snuggled into him. Harry apparently felt no need to move, so she was content to lie there for awhile longer.

A loud pecking on the window had them both groaning, and when a minute went by and it didn't go away, Ginny finally dragged her body off of Harry and fumbled on the couch for an afghan. Wrapping it around herself, she trudged slowly across the room, raking her fingers through her wildly mussed hair.

"Bloody hell."

Slamming the sash open, Ginny reached out and snatched the madly fluttering Pig and took the letter off of his leg. With a loud hoot from the tiny owl, she flung him back outside and closed the window.

Stumbling back to the couch, she sat down a little gingerly and propped her feet up on Harry's stomach. Without bothering to move from the coffee table or even open his eyes, Harry took hold of her feet and started massaging her toes as she opened the letter.

"Damn, damn, damn."

"What?" Harry mumbled.

"It's from my Mum. She's inviting us to Sunday dinner at the Burrow with the rest of the family. But it's more of a summons than an invitation. We're to be there at six tonight," Ginny said grumpily.

"Bugger," Harry sighed. "Guess that means Naked Weekend is over."

Ginny tossed the letter to the floor and looked over at her fiancé. He was smiling as his eyes gleamed brightly back at her. With a final pat to her feet, he sat up groaning. Harry reached across and grasped her hands, standing up and tugging her with him.

"C'mon, love. You need a shower. You reek of sex," Harry said with a grin.

Ginny laughed and tossed the afghan back on the couch as they wandered off to the bathroom arm in arm.

A/N: Only one more chapter to go, folks.