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Harry felt horrified with himself, but his adrenaline was up and his heart was beating too loudly for him to care about anything else. No wonder Ginny had found it so easy to just pry open her soul and talk to him for hours at a time. Once you got started, it was hard to stop.

Like what he'd just said to her. He couldn't really regret it. Even as he'd said it, he'd felt the shift between them; a subtle movement of their feelings. It was like a barrier was dropped. Ginny's body was leaning close to his, and her eyes were wide, pupils dilated.

And everything he'd said was true. He should not have been thinking the things he did, let alone saying them out loud. And yet, here he was, saying them. Ginny's eyes flicked to his lips, and he wanted to kiss her so badly, but he wasn't done yet.

"You need to know," He started, his body moving closer to her without his mind's permission. "You need to know that I'm not just saying this so that you'll forgive me, and talk to me again. I don't take these things lightly, I…I don't do this very often.

"And I just need you to know that. But, if you were to forgive me, that would be great." He felt the sudden disconnect of his brain and his mouth. It was a good thing that he'd gotten the important part out before he'd gotten this close to her. Her big, brown eyes were inches away, and her lips were so close that he could feel even the smallest breath that passed between them.

"Because, I really don't want you to be mad at me. Not that forgiveness is the main reason that I decided to just rambled on about my life all day, because it really isn't. I just want-"

Ginny closed the last few centimeters between them and pressed her lips to his, effectively cutting off his mindless babbling. Harry instantly reacted, groaning and pressing harder against her, leaning forward to increase the pressure of their kiss.

He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened for him immediately, moaning. He felt the sweet softness of her mouth, and was pretty sure that his eyes had rolled back into his head.

This was heaven, kissing her. Bolts of tingling energy were spearing straight through his body and into his throbbing cock. He shifted his hips on the edge of the chair, trying to release the pressure from his jeans and get closer to her at the same time. A hard jab to his ribs had him pulling back the slightest bit.

The arms of the couch and his chair were getting in his way. Without giving it another thought, he reached forward and gripped her waist, hauling her into his lap to straddle him.

She fit so well against him, melting against his chest and tilting her head, allowing more contact between their lips. Harry sighed and settled into the chair when she nipped his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth and soothing the bite with a flick of her tongue. She released him to kiss her way across his cheek, panting in his ear and getting him harder by pretty much just existing.

"Fuck, you're good at this." He hissed, feeling her teeth scrape across his jugular. His hands wandered up the back of her shirt to feel her satin skin. He'd been craving the feel of it ever since the night of the gala, and having her in his hands again was like a religious experience.

"Ginny." He groaned, bucking his hips when he felt her suck at his neck. He knew it'd leave a mark in the morning, but he so didn't care. He wanted her to mark him. He'd be hers forever if she just kept up that grinding rhythm of her hips against his lap.

He abandoned her skin to reach up and plunge his fingers into her hair, tilting her face back up so he could devour her in a kiss. She made the hottest, helpless noises against him, and he felt her quick little fingers at the hem of his shirt, jerking it up.

He allowed their kiss to break for a fraction of a second to help her push his shirt up off his head. He flung it somewhere into the living room, and settled his hands and lips back on her. He fought a brief, but fierce, inner battle about her own shirt.

He was gripping the soft material in his hands, aching to feel her skin on his, but that would mean another pause in their kiss, which he felt like he'd die without. He made his decision when she whimpered and pressed herself against him, pushing the soft mounds of her breasts against him.

"Shit, Ginny." He whispered against her, tugging the shirt over her head. On the way up, his thumbs hooked into her bra and he pulled it off with the shirt. He didn't have time to stop and unclasp it, he was too busy drowning in her.

They both moaned when her hard nipples pressed into his hot chest. He gripped her hips and jerked her closer, grinding against her and falling deeper into the heat they'd created. She tightened her thighs on him.

"Harry." She whispered, taking a shuddering breath. Hearing her voice reminded him of the entire reason they'd started doing this. All his work at talking and how awful he felt… He licked down her neck, pausing to nibble on her collar bone.

"I'm sorry, Gin. Please…" He trailed off, sucking at the base of her neck and felt her hands plunge into his hair.

"Yes." She said, breathlessly. "Of course…Harry, don't stop…don't…" His head was traveling lower, and he left a stinging kiss on the side of her breast. He lifted his head to look at her, his rough palms cupping her breasts. He felt her nipples against his palms.

"Say my name again." He whispered when her head fell back on her shoulders.

"Harry." She whispered. He bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. "Harry!" She yelled, arching against him, fighting to push deeper into his mouth.

"Shhh." He murmured, releasing her to kiss her again. "Guard's outside." He said against her lips. They were moving together, now. She was riding him frantically, creating a mind-bending rhythm between them. He was painfully hard beneath her, and if he wasn't inside her soon, he was afraid he'd explode.

"Harry, please." She groaned, sucking his earlobe into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue, driving him a little further off the edge of sanity.

He tightened the hands cupped on her ass and stood, lifting her with him. Her long legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Harry stumbled and tripped into the guest bedroom, pleased that he'd even gotten them there, seeing as his attentions weren't on trivial things like balance or breathing.

As soon as her back hit the mattress, Ginny arched up to him, pulling him tighter to her. One hand gripped his hair almost painfully, while the other slid down his flat stomach to the button of his jeans.

"Now." She demanded, and hell if he was going to deny her. Her small hands struggled with his zipper, and she keened into his mouth when his hands all but ripped her jeans off of her.

Harry slid off the bed to his feet. She arched her hips and let him slide her pants off. When they were on the floor, Harry looked at her.

No. Underwear.

She was completely bare, and the light from the hall caught on her gleaming folds. She was wet. His hand reached into his open jeans, finding his dick like steel and pumping once or twice, trying to wrap his mind around what he was about to do.

"Harry." She moaned, writhing on the bed, reaching for him. He shucked his pants off and was on top of her in an instant. Her legs opened for him, and the head of his cock brushed against her entrance, making them both shudder.

"Ginny…" He groaned, pressing his face in her neck as he pushed against her, guiding his throbbing member into her wet folds. He tried to move slowly, but her hands gripped his ass and she let out a loud moan and his hips jerked, burying him fully inside her.

Ginny screamed softly, and he felt her inner muscles milking him, desperately. His hips moved on their own, creating a hot, fast tempo that had them both in ecstasy. Ginny's head was thrown back, digging into the pillows, and her hips were rising to meet him, thrust for thrust.

She was so tight, and her sweet cries and moans were sending him over the edge. His balls were tingling, pulling tight. The need to come was buzzing through his veins and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Come on, Gin." He grunted, reaching down to rub her clit. He was praying fiercely in his head, using monosyllabic, nonsensical words to try and hold off his release. "Ginny." He growled, his voice rough and desperate.

She cried out and arched hard into him. He could feel her contracting around him, squeezing him hard.

"Yes." He shouted, pumping once, twice, then spilling himself into her. His mind went blank as he felt pulse after pulse of his seed pour into her, until his body gave out and he all but collapsed on her.

Her arms tightened around him and their breathing was harsh for long moments. Harry listened to her panting in his ear and closed his eyes.

He'd just had sex with Ginny Weasley, the woman he'd been jerking off to for too long.

He rolled to his side, taking her with him. She lifted her chin, and their lips found each other blindly. As their bodies calmed, so did their kiss, and Ginny sighed against him, curling her head into his chest.

He smiled and looked down at her. Her lips were red and swollen, and she had at least two hickeys that he could see. He ran his hand down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer into him.

"Mmm." She hummed in contentment against him, making him smile wider.

"Sleepy?" He asked, his voice gravely. She nodded and burrowed closer into him, their legs tangling together.

Harry felt himself slip into unconsciousness as well, but not before he realized that maybe he'd been fantasizing about the wrong aspect of sex where Ginny was concerned.

She pressed a butterfly-soft kiss into his chest before her breathing evened out. Yes. This contented afterwards was almost, almost, as good as being buried inside her.

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Ginny blinked her eyes open to stare at the wall. Behind her, Harry was snoring softly, his breath teasing the hair on her neck.

He had an arm flung over her waist and he was pressed against her from shoulder to hip. He grunted in his sleep and rocked closer to her. She smiled and tried not to jump up and do a little dance around the room.

She contented herself to wriggle her toes as enthusiastically as she could and run her fingers over his arm.

She'd had sex with Harry Potter. Yesterday morning, he'd been public enemy number one and her version of the most infuriating man in the world. What a difference a day makes! She thought, burrowing closer into her pillow.

She inhaled deeply, happy to be able to breath without the horrible tension in her chest. It had been sexual, apparently, all the frustration between them. And now, there was nothing but bliss.

"Go back to sleep." Harry rumbled behind her, pressing his face deeper into her neck. She grinned.

"But it's morning." She whispered, not wanting to disturb their delicate balance of sleep and post-coital harmony.

"Barely."

She paused. "But, I'm awake."

At this, Harry sighed, pulling himself up to kiss her on the cheek and propping his head on her elbow. She scooted to her back so she could look up at him.

"Then go back to sleep." He said, smiling indulgently at her. "We haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately. It should be easy."

She scrunched her nose at him, shaking her head. His hand wandered up her body, caressing her skin and making her toes wriggle a bit more. His feet slid against hers.

"You're feet won't stop moving." He said.

"I'm happy." She replied, raising her neck to steal his lips in a kiss. She could feel his smile as he gave her exaggerated, sloppy kisses, rolling them so that he was on top of her.

"Harry! Harry stop!" She laughed, half-heartedly pushing at his shoulders and tilting her head to free her mouth. "I get it. You're happy, too." She giggled as he pulled away to look down at her. He nodded.

"I'm happy you're speaking to me again." He said seriously.

Ginny gave him a look. He stared back blankly for a second before smacking his forehead in mock realization.

"Oh! You meant the sex!" He nodded dramatically. "Yes, well that was great, too, wasn't it?"

"It was." She murmured, running her foot up his leg. He lowered his head for another kiss, and she felt his body stir against hers. She reached down and gripped his erection.

"Just think," She said as he worked his way down her neck, tickling the love-bites he'd put there last night. "We could have been doing this for weeks." She began pumping her hand slowly up and down his shaft, and he groaned, bucking into her.

"Yeah." He gasped, capturing his lips again. "What a waste…" They didn't talk anymore after that.

In the end, Ginny did go back to sleep, and they woke up much later in the day. Harry ran his hands down her body when she stretched, throwing her arms over her head and lengthening her body.

When she turned to Harry, his eyes had taken on a wild glow. He reached over her to the night table and grabbed his glasses. When he put them on, he smiled at her.

"I feel like I should see you in the light. Properly, with my glasses." He peeled the covers back, and she had to keep herself from squirming under his scrutiny.

"Didn't you have contacts on last night?" She asked, watching his eyes follow the curves of her ribcage, feeling his fingertips follow his eyes.

"Mmm." He agreed. "I took them out after you went to sleep. Damn uncomfortable to sleep in…"

Ginny could tell that he was not in the mood for talking. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers, again. She couldn't kiss him enough, it seemed. When they both broke for air, they were grinning.

"Shower." Ginny said, already rolling out of the bed. She heard Harry spring up from the bed and follow her. She squealed when he picked her up and swung her into the shower.

After a rather pleasant shower, they got dressed, which took longer than it should have because as soon as one of them put on a scrap of clothing, the other would become distracted, then the clothes would come off, then they'd have to start all over again.

By breakfast, she had to admit the obvious.

"We're sickeningly infatuated with each other." She told him, watching as he scooted his chair closer to hers and took a bite of their shared omelet. He chewed, considering, before he swallowed.

"Well, in our defense, we both had a lot of pent-up feelings. We're just showing them now, I guess." He shrugged and leaned in to place a kiss on her shoulder. "I don't mind if you don't." He said. She shook her head and leaned in to kiss him more, screw the omelet.

A knock on the door sprung them apart. They might have been sickeningly infatuated with each other, but they hadn't forgotten that they were supposed to keep their relationship professional.

Seamus stuck his head in just as Harry had replaced his chair to its rightful position.

"Morning!" He said cheerfully, completely unsuspecting. They nodded back and murmured greetings from behind their coffee mugs, grinning crazily at each other.

Their smiles froze in place, however, at Seamus's next words:

"There's a Dean Thomas here to see you, Gin. Should I let him in?"