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I Am Not Your Brother

Ginny was sitting in the family room of her parents' house. The usual Sunday night dinner had gone smooth enough. Her and Harry had been really patient when the not so subtle suggestions about them getting together came. She considered it great self restraint that she hadn't grabbed him and had her way with him when he walked into the house that day. He had looked so yummy.

She was currently sitting on the sofa, not really paying attention to Fluer and Lisa talk about different recipes they had tried. She really didn't care, she had never learned to cook, and didn't plan on picking it up.

She was trying not to stare at Harry, who was playing chess with Ron across the room. Although, every time he ran his hands through his hair, she remembered how it felt to do that with her own hand. And every time he rubbed the back of his neck, she remembered how those hands had felt rubbing her. She smiled to herself.

"Why are you so happy?" Hermione sat down next to her. "You have that same smile on that you had all day Saturday. What is going on?"

Damn. She could hardly tell Hermione she was still smiling because her best friend was so good between the sheets. She could hardly tell her that she was smiling because Harry had made it clear that he wanted her again. That she hadn't slept at all on Friday night because Harry had been busy giving her orgasm after orgasm.

"Oh, well," she really couldn't get out of it. "There is this guy."

Every head in the room jerked to look at her. Except for Harry, he was contemplating his next move.

"What?" She asked everyone.

"What do you mean there is a guy?" Charlie was the one to demand it, although all of her brothers were thinking it.

"Well there is a guy that I ran into at the ball, whom I went home with that night, and am planning on seeing again. What did you think it meant?" She was starting to get annoyed.

Harry looked up from his game, smiled at her. She hadn't lied, exactly, they had run into each other at the ball, after all, and she did end up at his place at the end of the night, but she made it sound like the guy wasn't sitting in the same room.

"That's great, Gin. It's nice to see you so happy." Now it was Harry's turn to have everyone stare at him. "What? Don't you want to see your sister happy?"

"Who is it Gin?" Bill asked her looking like he would kill the bloke who took her home.

"Oh-no. I am not telling you lot. You will track him down and scare him so bad that he wouldn't look at me again. It's just a casual relationship, which I am going to keep to myself."

There was a lot of muttering after this statement. And a lot of sad looks cast around. Harry knew it was because their plans for Harry and Ginny to get together just had a setback.

Eventually everyone went back to what they were doing. Ginny excused herself to go help her mother clean the kitchen.

A little later, Harry yawned. "Well I am going to go back to my flat. Good night all." He said as he left the room. He wanted to tell Ginny to come over when she was done there, but he didn't know how to let her know without someone finding out. The answer came simple enough when he walked into the kitchen.

She was alone, sitting on the counter top staring off into space. When she noticed him, she smiled "Mum had the kitchen cleaned by the time I got here. I didn't want to go back in there because they would just start pounding me with more looks and questions."

"You were great." Harry was staring at her lips.

"Tonight or Friday Night?"

"Both, but I meant tonight."

"Thanks. So, why haven't you come apperating into my flat in the night?"

"Thought about it."

"Think harder."

"Well, I did, you see, you have three nosey flat mates. I don't. So why don't you come apperating into my flat when you are done here?"

Her heart beat faster at the invitation. She had missed him last night and was already aching for his touch again. "I might be able to do that."

"Okay then. I was just heading out." He added as Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen.

"Oh, so soon Harry?"

"Yeah, early day tomorrow. Good night." While he gave her a hug, he looked over her shoulder at Ginny and Winked.

He was shooting pool when she got there. She was so sure that they would just jump on each other, that she was taken back when he handed her a stick. "Want to play?" He asked her.

"Not with that." She told him as she walked to him. She dragged her teeth along his jaw line.

"Well, you do get right to the point." But he hoisted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He was trying his hardest not to loose control like he had before. But whatever her tongue was doing to his ear was not making that easy on him.

He carried her into the bedroom.

She was gone when Harry woke up the next morning. Glancing at the clock, he realized two things, one that if he didn't get up now, he wasn't going to make it to the morning briefing and two that he only managed to get two hours of sleep.

He dragged himself into the shower. They were going to have to start getting more sleep. He knew that Ginny had practice today, and she didn't get enough sleep to make it through that. They had talked a little last night, in between pleasuring each other. He didn't know any greater pleasure than having Ginny surround him. He smiled as he thought about that.

Stepping out of the shower, he caught himself in the mirror, grinning. Well, he should be grinning, a bloke gets sex like that, and something would be wrong if he wasn't grinning. But he was going to have to stop before he got to the office. He didn't want to answer any questions about it.

He swung by a coffee shop on his way into work. He knew he wasn't going to make it through the day without some caffeine to jolt his system. Maybe he would take a nap in his office.

Ginny was thinking about the same things as she got ready for the day in her flat. She defiantly needed some espresso. She should have known Harry would keep her up all night. He did it on Friday, so why not Sunday? Although she thought that he might want a little more sleep himself. But she wasn't going to complain. Her body had never felt so relaxed, so used.

It was great and she couldn't wait for tonight. But she had to get through practice first and then she was meeting Hermione, Ron and Harry for dinner to discuss wedding stuff.

She smirked at the thought of Harry being forced to help plan a wedding.

She had had her third espresso of the day as she was changing for dinner. It had kicked in by the time she entered the reception area of Ron and Harry's offices.

Romilda glared at her.

"Hi, I'm meeting Harry." She told Romilda, smiling at the look Romilda shot her.

"Your brother is in his office."

"Okay, but I was wondering about Harry."

"I was talking about Harry. He is a member of the Weasley Clan, is he not?" Romilda smiled ruefully. She wanted to remind Ginny that Harry thought of her as a little sister.

"Thanks, then, I'll just go in."

Ginny walked into Harry's office and before she could say anything, he stood up, shut the door and kissed her.

"Harry, we can't do this now."

"What? I can't give the woman I am sleeping with a hello kiss?"

"Harry, we are trying to keep it a secret."

"I haven't told anyone." He moved closer to her so she backed up, hitting the door.

"Your secretary hates me."

"I know, but I don't care, why should you?"

"She called you my brother."

His eyes glinted "I am not your brother."

"From where I am standing, that saves our immortal souls."

The glint turned into a grin. "Are you coming over tonight? There are all manner of incredible, nasty, unspeakable things I want to do to you."

"Well." She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "So much for our immortal souls. Yeah, I will be there tonight. But Ron could be here any second."

He kissed her again and then turned and walked back to his seat, gesturing for her to take a seat. When Ron came in a few minutes later they were discussing Quidditch plays.

They met up with Hermione at a little cafe in Diagon Alley. She wasted no time in talking about the wedding. Which colors she should have. What songs should be played. Which china pattern should she have. Ginny just sat there and listened to her as Harry and Ron discussed the Canyons.

Man, Ginny thought, why would you want to put yourself through all this? She shook that thought out of her head. When it was all planned, she knew it would be beautiful.

"I think you should go with the calla lilies." She told Hermione.

"You think, I thought Roses would be more traditional."

"Yes, but calla lilies are just as beautiful and are done less."
"I don't know. Why do you want calla lilies so much?"

"They are my favorite flower."

"So you should use them in your wedding. Okay, so no roses, and I am not wild about calla lilies. What about Casablanca Lilies?"

"Which ones are those?"

"The large lilies that are all white."

"Oh those are beautiful, if you don't want the Calla Lillie's go for those."

"What do you think?" Hermione asked, turning to Ron and Harry.

"About what?" Ron asked confusedly. He had forgotten that Hermione was planning their wedding right next to him.

"The flowers. Using Casablanca Lilies."

"Oh, sure, I don't really know about flowers Hermione. But if you like them, I am okay with it. I thought you would want to have Gerber Daises, seeing as those are your favorite." Harry and Ginny just stared at him, surprised that he would remember that. Hermione beamed at him.

"Yeah, but they just aren't formal enough for the wedding."

"Well whatever you want is fine with me."

They finished their dinner still discussing the wedding, and when Ron and Hermione left them to go home. Harry reached over, under the table, and took her hand. She jolted a little. She wasn't used to holding his hand. Wasn't sure it was a good idea, seeing as they weren't in a relationship. They decided to order dessert and sit there for a while, watching the shoppers go by.

It was almost like a date, Harry thought. He knew they weren't in a relationship, she had made that one clear. But it was nice sitting outside in the evening, eating Ice Cream and talking with his lover.

When they apperated back to his flat, they fell onto each other and made love well into the night.