Hello! I'm so sorry that it's taken so long to get this next chapter out! My life has been thrown into craziness lately.

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Harry was silent as he maneuvered the car down the driveway and back onto the interstate. Ginny was tired and full and sat slumped in the passenger seat, staring sleepily out the window. Harry sighed.

Aren't we just the perfect couple? He thought sarcastically. I'm thinking that she's committed a Federal offense, she might be hiding some fraudulent file tampering, and all I can think about is getting her in bed. He snorted as he turned onto the interstate, causing Ginny's head to swing towards him.

"Mmm?" She grunted at him and he had to work to keep his eyes off of where her skirt had ridden up on her leg.

"I was talking to Ron tonight." He began, not sure where to go after that. Ginny grinned at him.

"You two are so cute. Best friends forever and all that." She smirked and turned back to the window. "What did you talk about?"

"You. And your ex-boyfriend."

"Which one?" She snorted, somewhat sarcastically. Harry grimaced.

"What can you tell me about Michael Corner?" He asked, noncommittally. Ginny hummed in thought.

"Well, he went to school with me. He was my first "real" boyfriend. We didn't really have the best break-up…But you already know all this?" She asked him, swinging back around to look at him. He paused again.

"Do I?"

Ginny's brow snapped into a frown and she cocked her head to the side. "I guessed so. Isn't it all in my file? You probably know more about him than I do. Why?"

"Because he's missing from the file and I…I don't know why that information would be missing. Do you?" He slanted a look at her and she looked puzzled.

"Are you asking as my boyfriend or my bodyguard?"

"What?" Harry shook his head. What did that mean? Ginny scoffed.

"Which one? Are you asking as my boyfriend, or my bodyguard? Are you jealous and want to know about my past relationships? Or are you investigating me for file tampering?" She crossed her arms over her chest, scowling.

"I…I'm sorry. This was bound to get complicated eventually. I don't think you did it…" Harry trailed off, trying to sound as supportive as possible while semi-accusing her of committing a felony. He swung his car into his usual parking spot at her building and slipped it into park before turning off the engine. He had to keep himself from toying with the keys nervously.

"Listen, Gin. Someone took that information out of your file, and I need to know why. If this guy has anything to do with whoever's been stalking you, I need to know. If there's any chance that you know why he's not in your file, I need you to tell me." He peeked at her and saw that she was staring out the windshield with her arms still crossed.

"I didn't do it." She turned to look at him squarely. "He was an assistant on my soccer team in college. We broke up when I started talking about quitting the team because he started picking fights about me using my fame to launch my career. As if I hadn't earned my journalism degree all by myself." She sighed and uncrossed her arms. "We lost track of each other when we split. We weren't…It wasn't a good ending. It was pretty nasty, actually."

Harry pursed his lips. Well, he could check her information once he tracked down the missing pages from her file, but she had been pretty willing to share, so clearly she didn't have a reason to hide anything. He ran his hands through his hair, making a list of all the things he'd have to do tomorrow. First, I'll have to call Kingsley. Maybe I can get a trustworthy officer to look for the file. Seamus? Longbottom? Maybe… His mind spun for a few moments until he felt her hand on his leg.

"What?" He asked, realizing that she'd asked him a question. She smiled at him.

"I asked if my interrogation was over. Am I off the suspect list or are you going to break out the handcuffs?" She smirked at him when he grinned wickedly back at her.

"Handcuffs? I didn't know that was an option…"

She laughed at him and got out of the car. He watched her hips as she sauntered around his car, headed towards the door to the stairs. He jumped out and followed her quickly. When he caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, pressing her against the wall next to the door.

"Handcuffs?" He asked again, taking her other wrist and holding the two together, restraining her. "I can do handcuffs." Ginny laughed lightly, not trying to regain control of her hands.

"You're being dirty." She smiled, tilting her head to press against him in a scorching kiss. He made a noise in his throat as her tongue flicked into his mouth. Her leg moved against him, pressing his erection into her thigh. She groaned when he reached down to slide her skirt up, exposing more and more of her skin to him.

"I like being dirty." He murmured against her mouth, grinding more insistently against her. "With you." He kissed down her jaw and she tilted her head back. He stopped to nibble the spot right above her pulse that always made her shiver. She grinned and as goose-bumps broke out across her skin, he made a quick move so that her wrists were gathered at her back, pressed between her and the wall.

"You have the right to remain silent…" He growled into her throat. She laughed and her voice sounded husky and turned him on just that much more. He wanted to devour her against this wall in the middle of the parking garage. His hand clenched in her skirt, and he licked across her shoulder. She made a keening noise and writhed against him, sending his head up so he could kiss her again.

"We can't do this here." She whispered, but still struggled to get closer to him in between nips and kisses. Harry said something that sounded like gibberish and was weighing the pros and cons of releasing her hands and lifting her to him when they heard the door beside them squeak open.

They sprang apart and Ginny pushed herself off the wall, turning her face away so that she could fix her smeared lipstick. Harry jumped to grab the door, opening it more, pretending that he'd been just about to open it himself, while also hiding his tented pants from whoever came through.

It was Dawlish. Harry nodded at him, smiling.

"Shift change?" He asked, watching as the man's eyes flicked between him and Ginny, who was fluffing her hair and looking for all the world like she'd just gotten out of the car. God bless her. Apparently, it worked, because Dawlish simply nodded back.

"Finnegan's up there. He's in a mood, though. I tried to ask but he said it was something with his girlfriend and didn't say anymore."

"Poor Seamus!" Ginny said, brushing past them to jog up the stairs. Harry saw the beginnings of a love-bite forming on her neck. If Dawlish did, too, he was being awfully tight-lipped about it. He just nodded again.

"Night, Agent Potter." He said before turning and crunching across the parking lot to his car. Harry nodded back and practically flung himself inside the stairwell. He took the steps slowly, allowing his body time to cool down before he had to face another officer.

That was too close. He thought. He'd gotten too cocky. Their relationship was still strictly forbidden and he'd been about to strip her down and have his way with her in the middle of a parking garage! He'd been raised better than that. Well, not raised, but taught better, at least.

He climbed the last flight of stairs and remembered his conversation with Kingsley. "Be careful." His captain had said. Well, that had been anything but careful.

He reached Ginny's door and only had to take one look at the miserable, dejected Finnegan to know that he didn't want to talk. He knew that if he'd had a fight with lavender, he'd want anything to take his mind off of it.

"Finnegan I need you to run the name Michael Corner for me. He's missing from Ginny's file." Seamus nodded glumly and pulled out his phone, but otherwise didn't respond to him.

Harry clapped the guy on the back as he entered Ginny's apartment. She was studying her reflection in the living room mirror.

"I don't think I look too bad." She said, looking at him in the mirror as he locked the door. "Do you think that Dawlish-"

"No." Harry assured her. The officer had barely reacted to them during their encounter. "But he almost got an eyeful." He said, crossing behind her to wrap his arms around her and look at their reflection in the mirror. She smirked at him.

"But I don't look too ravished, so I'm sure we're fine." She told him. His eyes narrowed.

"Don't look too ravished, huh? Would you like me to help you with that?" His hands spanned her waist and he turned her around suddenly. She gasped when he lifted her and walked a few steps to set her down on the kitchen table. He jerked her thighs apart and stepped between them. She leaned forward and kissed him. He nipped her lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue.

She smiled against him and lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. His cock was hard again, and they both groaned when it came in contact with the heat between her legs.

"Harry…" She sighed, rocking softly against him.

"Shhh. I'm ravishing you." He whispered, jerking the straps of her dress down to reveal her bra, which he quickly removed. He returned to her lips and slid his tongue against hers as she writhed and her quick fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged out of it and hauled her against him so he could feel her tight nipples against his skin.

"More." Ginny said, kissing his neck and reaching for his belt. He pushed her hands away and stepped back. She made a sharp sound of protest and reached for him, but he was too quick and dropped to his knees in front of her.

"What are you…?" She started breathlessly, trailing off when he began to lick his way up the inside of her thigh.

"I'm ravishing you." He said again, flipping her skirt up and frowning. "Why is this the one time I don't want you to wear underwear and you do?" He asked, sliding them off her legs.

She jumped and squealed when he leaned forward and pressed an open mouthed kiss against her.

"Shhh." He reminded her, licking her folds. His hands came up to her knees and he pressed her legs more apart, giving him greater access to her. He felt her lay back fully on the table and she opened her legs easily. He settled into a more comfortable position on his knees and got to work.

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Ginny flopped down on her back and tried to remember to breathe. She could feel Harry's hot mouth pressed against her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit and his stubble rasping against her thighs. She moaned and arched into him, trying to get him closer. She needed his mouth right…there…

His hands were rough as they pinned her hips down. He paused in his ministrations, and she could feel his breath on her.

"Stay still for me, Gin." He said, and her inner muscled clenched at his low voice. His tongue circled her entrance slowly, so excruciatingly slowly. She growled reached down to grip his hair, trying to pull him closer. He laughed against her and the vibrations made her voice catch in her throat.

She cried out when she felt him push a finger inside her, and she swore she saw stars when he pulled back and added another. Between his tongue and his pumping hand, she went wild, finally breaking free of his hold and rocking her hips with the rhythm he set.

Her muscles clenched again, harder this time as he sent her rocketing into an orgasm. He surged to his feet and slammed his mouth into hers and she realized that she'd been chanting his name over and over. She was still contracting around his fingers when he removed them suddenly, and replaced them with his cock.

She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming again. His hips jerked against hers over and over, filling her to completion. Her neck arched and she felt him bite down on a sensitive tendon. One hand was buried in his hair and the other was clenched on his back.

He rode her desperately and she felt like she was flying apart. His hands were everywhere and she felt fiery, overheated anywhere his fingers touched. She felt the table shake and saw that he'd slammed his hand on the edge, gripping it and using the leverage to slam into her harder and faster. She shook and wailed, thrashing as she came around him, feeling the hot pulses of him inside her.

The next day, Ginny was cranky at work. When she and Harry came back from an afternoon meeting, she sank into her chair and let her head thunk onto the desk.

"I hate you." She muttered, letting herself sink slowly into the desk. Harry snorted.

"Hardly."

"You kept me up until three o'clock in the morning." She sighed, laying her head on her arms and thinking about taking a nap right then and there.

"Are you complaining?" She could almost see the smirk in his words, they were dripping with male arrogance.

"I'm complaining that it took so long." She muttered, feeling herself lolled into sleep.

"I'll just be really quick about it next time, ok? Only one orgasm for you, not…What is it we got up to?" He asked, and she could hear him smiling, still. Cocky.

"Five." She sighed again, part remembering and part exhaustion. A sharp rap on the door made her head shoot off her desk, but she wasn't fast enough.

"Laying down on the job?" Romilda asked snarkily. Ginny scowled at her.

"I was just resting my eyes for a moment." She retorted. "Do you have some paperwork for me? Or just messages from Colin, temp?" She said the other woman's title with more venom than she should have, but couldn't be bothered to feel bad. She was tired, and cranky, and this bitch was just annoying her. Romilda narrowed her eyes.

"Both, ma'am." She repeated Ginny's tone back to her. "And some for Agent Potter." She crossed the room to hand Ginny several files that she recognized as her latest piece on the Southeast softball leagues. Romilda snarled at her as she took it.

"I found at least thirty spelling errors alone, not to mention some questionable sentence structure." She turned and gave Harry a single paper before bustling out the door saying, "Most days I'm ashamed to have graduated from the same institution that allowed you out the doors." And then promptly slammed the door behind her.

Ginny let her head drop onto the newly delivered files.

"I hate her. And you." She groaned. "And Colin. This is the second time he's sent that harpy to correct perfectly good work!" She sighed and sat up, finding that Harry was staring at her with a blank look.

"You went to college with Romilda?" He asked haltingly.

"She was a few years below me. I didn't know her in college. What?" She asked when he scowled at the wall.

"Your ex, who you went to school with, isn't in your file. Your co-worker, who you went to school with, hates you. Draco Malfoy graduated from your school a year before you… Anyone I'm missing?" He raised his eyebrows at her. She got a heavy feeling in her stomach.

"Colin Creevey, my boss. We were on the paper together. We graduated in the same class." She whispered. Harry shook his head. "What are you thinking?" She asked nervously.

He shook his head again and bent to study the paper Romilda had given him. "Don't worry about it." He muttered, but for the rest of the day she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that he'd just came across something big.

The uneasy feeling stuck with her even as she walked home. Harry had barely spoken since his earlier discovery, and was deep in thought all the way to the apartment. He barely looked up long enough to nod at the officer and patrol car parked across the street from her apartment. He didn't notice the other officer give him an odd, guilty look. But Ginny did.

She frowned as they walked up the steps. The building was quiet for five thirty on a week night. Something was wrong.

As they rounded the corner and saw her apartment door, they both stopped short.

"I'm so sorry!" Seamus blurted, surrounded by about five other officers and agents. A short, chubby man stepped forward with a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs. His badge read "Longbottom".

"Harry Potter? You're under arrest for conspiracy of murder and kidnapping in the case of Ginny Weasley. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you…"

The rest of the man's words were blurry to Ginny. She watched in horror as the cuffs clicked around Harry's wrist. His mouth was moving, and she understood that he was asking questions to the people around him, but they wouldn't give him answers.

"What? No!" She said, stepping to interfere. She felt strong, familiar hands, Seamus, hold her arms and drag her back. The last thing she saw before her apartment door slammed shut was Harry's face looking back at her as he was being led down the stairs.

What? Bahahaha. I'm so mean. I'm sorry! More soon!