Harry's Place.

The bustling street of muggles below Harry's flat were in no danger of hearing the loud popping noise created by someone apperating into a flat not three stories above them. It was a well hidden flat with all the magical protection the boy wizard could muster. Harry, who sat comfortably on his couch watching the muggle news, made no sudden movement as Ginny walked over to him.

"Baby, you couldn't wait two more hours?"

"Well, it's not that exactly…" she sighed as he looked at her from the screen, "My mouth took off again, and I spurted out some, not so choice, but choice words."

"Ah." Harry returned his gaze to the TV. That sat there in silence as the short, balding newscaster began to fill them in on the gas prices hitting a world mark for highest priced gas the world has ever seen. Ginny sighed, "I'm so glad we don't mess with the like of that mess." Ever since Harry had moved into his own apartment Ginny had a new found hobby of filling herself with muggle knowledge, which made it easier for her to shop in the muggle London, and hold a decent conversation with Harry, without having to ask him a million and one questions.

"Yes, we are pretty lucky. The muggle prices of things are far over complex, we have only three coins but they have millions of different currencies all across the land, and then when you average it out they never truly equal the same, causing…"

"Yes Harry, got it." Harry looked at her a little deflated. She smiled weakly in his direction. He smiled back. He began to lean slowly over, his eyes never leaving hers, and a small smile began to form on his lips.

"So, two hours huh?"

"Harry!" she was cut short by a forceful kiss crushing her lips. His hands took no time winding themselves around her neck and waist, and just as she began to struggle, he stopped, "We don't have to if you really don't want to…" again the same deflated look came across his face. She giggled, and began to pull him in closer. A soft pounding began to course through her veins as his hands found the small of her back and the curve of her breast.

Her moans started to gain momentum, as he shoved her further into the couch. Soft grunts of release were barely heard over her heartbeat. Just as the clothes began to disappear, a loud tapping rudely interrupted there moment. "Baby, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine; answer the owl, babe really." She added noticing the pouting look on his face. He half smiled and kissed her quickly. As Harry jumped up to fetch the owl obviously sent by the Weasley Family, Ginny re buckled her bra and put on her shirt.

"Aw, I liked it better when you were naked."



"Yeah?" She tried to say seductively.

"Yeah." He replied obviously mocking her. She stuck you tongue out at him and he smiled.

"I love you." He told her.

"I love you too." She replied.

"Your mother wishes you to come home and help her prepare for tonight's dinner, she says she will consider rethinking what you mentioned earlier, but not unless you go home. Dear Lord Ginny what did you say?"

"Oh! Now you wanna know?" she chided him.

"Yes actually."

"I said something along the lines of , when Hermione sleeps over its fine, but you can't because boyfriends and vaginas don't exist in my world."

"YOU SAID THAT?"

"Something like that yes."

"Maybe I'll actually be able to spend the night tonight."

"Yeah, when hell freezes over."

"That could be arranged." He smiled secretly at her, and began advancing. "Because I can't think of anything better to do than to sink my teeth into your smooth..."

"Harry, stop I have to go."

"She won't know when you received the letter." He said into her neck. A shiver erupted down her spine. "Harry…" she said breathlessly.

"Yes my love?" replied his hot breath against her ear.

"Stop."

"Fine." He got up with a pouty face and kissed her softly on the lips. "Go you're right. I'll see you in a few hours."

"I love you." She told him.

"I love you too." He replied.