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Are You or Are You Not

Fifteen minutes later, Harry walked into the portkey office at the ministry. Miles, Randle and Ron were waiting for him.

"Hey, how's it going?" He asked them as he approached.

All three just stood there grinning. It made him nervous.

Ron was the first one to talk. "Kingsley told us, when he flooed you, you were wrapped up on the floor in front of the fire with a hot girl."

Harry's jaw clenched. Kingsley told them. He told them what he and Ginny had been doing the night before. He would kill him.

"He told us there were champagne and candles and strawberries. Sounds like a promising night." Randle told him, smirking, ecstatic that Harry had shown the male characteristic of being able to get distracted by a girl. He had always been so focused on work. Sure, he had had lots of witches. He just never let them interfere with his work before.

"It must be some witch for you to go through all that trouble. Don't you just normally take them to bed and shag them?" Ron said.

"Kingsley did say she was hot, so maybe Potter here picked up his game. Or maybe he wants her to be there with him again when he gets back and thought the romance would help that." Miles told Ron and Randle as if Harry wasn't standing there.

"True, but the Great Harry Potter probably has a girl lined up for when he gets to Spain already. What's so special about this one that he wants to come back to her?" Rnadle asked the guys.

"Maybe she's not only hot, but an excellent shag too. Maybe he hasn't gotten enough of her yet." Ron put in.

"Or maybe he has found a girl to settle down with and he doesn't want her to find someone else while he is gone." Miles put in.

Harry waited a beat. "Are you guys done?"

"Hardly," Ron said. "So, which is it?"

Harry stared at all three of them. They just stared back. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I might be seeing her when I get back. Now can we be done talking about my love life? Miles and I have to catch a portkey."

"Wow, the playboy has found a girl that he wants to settle down with." Randle teased. "I think you just broke the hearts of half the witches in England."

"Alright, lets go." Harry said to Miles, ignoring Randle's comment. "You two, we will be sending reports three times a day. Find his pattern. See you when we get back." And he left with Miles.

Randle laughed. "I think we got to him."

"Yeah, that we did. We don't get to do that very often. I wonder who the girl is though. Harry is picky when it comes to actual relationships." Ron told him.

"I don't know, but to bag Potter, she has got to have some great moves."

The two men laughed at Harry's expense as they headed out of the office.

When Harry and Miles arrived in Spain, the look on Harry's face told Miles he didn't want to hear any more about this girl. So Miles didn't bring up the topic and Harry was thankful for that.

As the week went by though, Miles noticed that his partner was getting antsy. He was tense and cranky and ready to lash out at the littlest thing.

Oh Thursday, Miles hit his limit with Harry. "Merlin Harry, you need to get yourself laid. Why don't you go find a witch to take care of that for you?"

Harry glared at him. "The only one that can take care of it for me is in England."

"So, go find a sub to take the edge off until you get back."

"Can't," Harry sat down and put his head in his hands. "I told her I wouldn't."

"Seriously? You really are stuck on her aren't you?" He asked him surprised. Harry had never shown loyalty to his bed-mates before.

Harry was quite for a while and Miles thought he wasn't going to answer.

Finally Harry admitted. "I guess I am." He was quite for a few a while longer as he thought about Ginny. "But I think I am going to have to convince her that she is stuck on me too. She hasn't realized that yet."

"Good luck with that," Miles muttered with a grin. "I must say it is great to see you have a normal problem with a girl. They usually just fall at your feet."

"Thanks for the support." Harry told him sarcastically. "Hold on, he's moving." He jerked Miles back to what they were doing.

Ginny was sitting in her flat reading a magazine on Thursday night. She had managed to get through Sunday night without the need for Harry overcoming her. Monday was much harder, Tuesday had been almost agony with the want for him running through her. On Wednesday, she gave up and pleasured herself. But it wasn't the same.

How had she become so addicted to sex? It was scary. She used to be able to go awhile when she didn't have a guy to shag. It never bothered her before. She had always enjoyed it. But Harry made her need it.

Maybe it was because he was so good at it, so creative. Or maybe it was the last night they had spent together. The slow and patient way he had taken her, the way he was so vulnerable to her made her want to trust him. She had relived that night the last few nights in her dreams.

But I can't trust him.She told herself over and over again. This might only be a week, but who knows how long the next one will be.

She missed him. She hated admitting that she did. But she couldn't really deny it. She missed his touch, his scent. Merlin, she missed his bed. Hers wasn't nearly as comfortable.

She looked up as Parvati, Padma and Lavender came into the flat.

"Hey Ginny, how's it going?" Lavender asked her as she plopped down on the couch next to her.

"Fine, just catching up on the gossip" Ginny indicated the magazine she was pretending to read as she thought about last Friday night.

"Any plans for tonight?" Parvati asked her.

"No. Just sleeping. I have an early practice tomorrow."

"Oh, so you aren't going to sneak over to your wizard's place tonight?" Lavender asked her casually.

"What? I don't have a wizard" Ginny asked her, suddenly nervous, although what she said was true, Harry was not hers.

"Liar," Padma started. "We have noticed that you do not normally sleep in you bed, Ginny." She smiled at her and Ginny got a bit more nervious. "We also noticed that you hadn't been leaving at night this past week and we wondered if everything is okay."

"Oh, yeah, everything is fine. He just had some out of town business this week." Ginny told them. "He will be back next week. You don't need to worry"

"Okay then. You know what's interesting?" Parvati asked her.

"Haven't the foggiest," replied Ginny who had already gone back to reading her magazine thinking the danger had past.

"Dean said that Harry Potter was out of town on Auror business this week."

Ginny's head shot up. "Is that so?" She tried, but failed to say it casually.

"Yes, and he said Harry ditched them last Friday night to entertain a girl. And that Harry has been getting laid regularly for about two months now. You weren't at home that night. And you left much earlier then you normally do. And you have been sneaking out at night for about two months now." Parvati told Ginny, smiling.

"So, are you or are you not shagging Harry Potter?" Lavender demanded.

Ginny just looked at all of them and sighed. She had to admit it since they already knew it. "Yeah, I am."

The room suddenly filled with screams. All three girls were demanding questions of Ginny.

"Is he as good as his reputation?"

"How big is his member?"

"Does he give you multiple orgasms?"

"Is he as creative as the rags say?"

"How good does his body feel on top of yours?"

"Okay, Okay. Okay." Ginny laughed as she got them to stop. "I will tell you some details. His reputation doesn't even start to do him justice. God, he just looks at me and I get wet. He is up for any position, and he has yet to not deliver. I haven't had less then three orgasms every night for two months."

"Bitch." Padma told her and she just laughed.

"You are really going to think that when I tell you that his body is a work of art. Every one of his muscles is toned to perfection. And his tongue! Man, you need to have his tongue on you to understand. I would be content with just oral sex with that tongue."

"Oh, Merlin. Gin," Padma said as she fanned her face. "You are lucky. I can't even tell you how often I have thought about doing that with him."

"A lot of girls think about that." She smiled as she thought about Friday. Now that the damn had burst, she wanted to share her good fortune with her friends. "And the other night he cooked for me, made me stuffed mushrooms and pasta. We had champagne in the candle light and made sweet slow love on the rug in front of his fire."

"You've fallen for him again." Lavender told her.

"No I haven't. We agreed that it was just sex, and it wouldn't complicate our friendship. But I will be disappointed when he decides to find another girl."

"I'll be his next girl." Padma put in.

"I'll let him know. But for right now, we have an agreement that we are only shagging each other."

"Is that enough for you?" Parvati asked her.

"Yeah, I think so. I am not in love with him. So it is enough."

"So, I guess since we had to work it out like this, you haven't told anyone else either?" Lavender asked her.

"No, well Kingsley knows. But we didn't tell my family. They really want us to be together and well we aren't together in a way they want us to be. So we decided to keep it a secret."

"And so you told the Minister of Magic?" Parvati asked confused.

"Well, no. He found out on his own. But he said he wouldn't tell anyone. Will you please not tell anyone either?" Ginny begged them.

They reluctantly agreed. The girls sat around gossiping for a while. And when there was a knock on the door, Lavender jumped up to get it.

She brought the bouquet of calla lilies back into the living room.

"These just came for you." She told Ginny. "I wonder who they could be from."

Ginny opened the card and smiled. In typed letting it said.

I'm thinking about you, lover.

I hope you are thinking about me.

"Wow, Gin! A guy that sends you flowers when he is out of town. Your favorite flowers at that, and then writes on the card he is thinking of you. Are you sure this is just sex between you two?" Padma asked her.

"Well, it started off that way, but he seems to be changing the rules on me. I am going to have to figure out how to handle that." She said, but she couldn't keep from smiling the rest of the evening.

When she went to her room that night to go to bed, she looked at her bed and she couldn't climb in. It was so cold and unwelcoming. She knew she wouldn't get a good night sleep in there.

Harry wasn't due back until Saturday morning. But he had said that she could sleep there as long as she wanted. She was sure that he had meant Saturday morning, but he probably wouldn't mind if she stayed there that night.

She grabbed the flowers and apperated over to Harry's flat. She sighed with relief when she crawled into the bed and his scent filled her nose.