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He Is Very Hot

A while later, Ginny was sitting on his couch wearing only her bra, garter belt and stockings. He didn't let her take them off. No way was he going to, it was black lace with red roses embroidered along the top. Just looking at her in it got him hard.

Although, there was a price to pay. Since he wasn't allowing her to take that off, she wasn't allowing him to take off his tie, which was deep green and matched his eyes. Ginny really liked it.

They were drinking champagne strait from the bottle or else pouring it on each other and licking it off. They were both on their way to being drunk. They were teasing and flirting and shagging. Harry had slid into her several times already, and still hadn't had enough.

"So, are you going to tell me what it is that I saw in your eyes tonight while dancing?" He asked her. He had been curious about this all night.

"Well, if you are talking about when I was dancing with Neville, it was probably pain cause he was stepping on my feet and when I was dancing with Lee it was probably disgust cause he tried to grab my ass, and when I was dancing with Oliver it was probably lust cause I wanted him to jump me." She told him mater of factly.

Harry stared at her. He wasn't surprised by Neville or Lee, but what?

"Oliver, jump you?" He stumbled out.

"What? He is very hot."

Jealousy flared up in him. He couldn't help it. He reached over, and shoved his fingers into her. Her head shot back and she let out a gasp of surprise as he moved them around in her. "If you would rather have Oliver than me..." He said as he drew his fingers slowly out of her.

"I never said that, you know it's you I came to tonight." She told him as she grabbed his tie and pulled his lips to hers, wanting more.

It was some time before he could question her again, but he had no complaints with having to wait.

"I wasn't talking about when you were dancing with other guys, but when you were dancing with me." He continued from where he was sprawled on the floor next to her.

She smiled at him. "I know. I wanted to know your reaction to my thoughts of Oliver."

"Hmmm…well now you know I don't like you thinking about other guys. I could have just told you that."

"I know, but my way was more fun."

"What was in your eyes, Ginny?" He asked her very serious now. He had a guess, or maybe it was just a hope.

She sighed at him, then picked herself up and sat down on the couch. He followed her. "I don't want to wreak this, Harry. I enjoy it so much, but after I tell you, I will understand if you don't want to continue."

Harry was getting worried. What could she be feeling that would make him want to stop this? Was she falling for someone else?

"Well, I realized tonight, while you were giving your speech, that I am in love with you."

Harry stared at her, with his mouth hanging open. He watched as she picked up the bottle of champagne and took a large gulp. Had she just said what he thought she did? "What?"

"And with that wonderful response, I will be going. I can't continue this. I won't settle for sex when I want so much more. And I won't ask anything from you that you can't give me. So I will go."

She moved to get off the couch, but he pulled her onto his lab before she could get far. "You don't have to go, Ginaviera." He told her softly. She hated that name, but hearing him whisper it against her neck made her stomach flip. "I will not make you settle for sex, I will not make you settle for anything. I will give you so much more. I will give you anything you ask of me. I am in love with you." He softly traced his knuckles along her jaw line. "I am glade that you figured it out, I wouldn't have been able to keep it in much longer." He took her lips with his, sweet and slow.

"Oh, well, then, Really?" She asked him amazed and slightly dazed when they broke apart.

"Yeah, really. You're it for me, Ginny."

She smiled at him, picked up the bottle of champagne and poured it out onto his head.

"Hey!" He yelled, jumping up from the couch. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Harry," her voice was a mixture of laughter and panic. "What are you doing? Where are you carrying me?"

"Since you poured the champagne on my head, I need a shower. You get to come with so I can keep my eye on you."

She grinned wickedly, that meant shower sex, and she liked that. "Are you going to let me take off my undergarments since you are going to be getting me all wet?"

"No."

"Harry." She giggled again.

"Wet, black lace. Like I would give that up. It stays on." He told her as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She let out a gasp as it hit her, but he was already kissing her as the water sprayed over their bodies.

Ginny woke up in Harry's bed the next morning. A glance at the clock told her it was 10:30. She sighed. Well, she got just about four hours of sleep. Harry had kept her up all night. The sex was great, and she wasn't sure how much champagne they had had, she lost count after four bottles.

That would explain the drummers in her head. Man, she was going to need a potion this morning. She was looking around the room wondering where Harry had gone when he came into the room carrying a breakfast tray.

"Good Morning, lover." He told her as he set the tray on the bed and kissed her. She sighed as she saw that he had made her a breakfast complete with eggs, waffles, bacon and toast. There was also a glass of pumpkin juice beside a glass of what looked like grey mud.

Her eyes got big, she grabbed the glass of mud and drank it in one gulp. She sighed as the drummers stopped.

"Where did you get that?" She asked Harry as he climbed back into bed to eat breakfast with her.

"Oh, Lavender gave it to me last night; she said that you would probably need it this morning."

"Thanks, I did."

"So, your flat mates know?"

"Yeah, they guessed it while you were out of town. They said they wouldn't tell anyone though."

He smiled at her as he put some eggs into her mouth. "That's fine. It's more like we want to keep it from the family anyway."

"Harry," she said nervously. "Were you serious about what you said last night?"

"No…" He looked at her. "I have no desire to give up being an Auror to sell wonder witch products fireplace to fireplace."

She laughed at him. She hadn't remembered him saying that. "I meant about being in love with me."

"Yes, I meant that. And I know that you told me you love me. You can try to take it back, but I am not going to let you." He told her.

"Harry," she started as she nibbled on a piece of toast. "I'm not sure I can handle being in love with you."

His heart stopped.

"You are stronger than you think." He told her softly when he could breathe again. "I am not going to hurt you, Ginny. I can't. It would wreak me." He stoked her cheek hoping to get her used to the idea that she could let herself love him.

"Yes you are. You won't do it on purpose." She continued quickly when she saw he was going to deny it. "But you will leave, it's who you are." She continued as she ate the rest of the bread.

Harry thought about the letter he had sent earlier that morning while she slept. He knew he would never have to leave her again, but he wasn't sure how to tell her that. "Ginny," he said softly again. "You love me, I love you. Could we just concentrate on that for a while before you start blocking me out again?"

Her heart softened as he looked at her. He was right. They were in love with each other. It wasn't something that happened everyday and they should enjoy it, even if she was so uncertain about where it would lead them.

He realized she was debating in her head. "Just give me some time to convince you that we could be good together." He dropped his hand from her cheek to pick up her hand. He kissed her knuckles softly, never dropping her gaze.

"Alright." She told him softly. "I think I can do that." She took a breath to steady herself and then leaned across the breakfast tray to kiss him. After a moment, she spoke again. "So, how are you going to convince me that we should be together?"

"I was thinking." He kissed her knuckles again. "That we could do what people in love do."

"What do people in love do?"

"They shag a lot." He grinned at her.

"We are already doing that, Ace."

"Right. Well I don't think that should stop."

"I don't either."

"We could try going out on some dates." He tried to keep the hopefulness out of his voice, but her smile told him that he hadn't.

"You want to take me on a date? You have never done that before."

"It wasn't like there was an opportunity before."

"Okay, we will date than. But how are we going to do that if we don't want it to get back to the family?"

"We could just tell them."

"I know, but they want us to be together so bad, I think they would put a lot of pressure on us to work it out and I'm not sure it's going to. I don't want to have to deal with that."

"If that is what you want, then that is what you will have. But it will work out."

"So, how are we going to go out?" She asked again, ignoring his last comment.

He grinned at her. "Love, we will go out in the muggle world. No one will recognize us there." He kissed her again, so happy they were going to be dating, effectively ending the conversation.

They finished their breakfast and then read the Daily Prophet that Harry's owl, Dunstan, had brought. They were fighting over the sports section when George's voice rang out through the flat.

"Harry. Harry, come to the fire!"

"Bloody hell," he muttered as he got out of bed. Ginny looked victorious as she grabbed the sports section. He pulled on a pair of sweet pants and an old Quidditch T-Shirt as he walked out of his bedroom.

"What is it?" He asked George impatiently. He was enjoying his morning and was not happy to have it disturbed. He was glad, however, that he had cleaned the place up earlier when he had made breakfast.

"I can't find Ginny anywhere. Do you know where she might be?"

Harry starred at him. Of course he knew where Ginny was. She was in their bed reading his sports section. But he didn't want to tell George that. "Why are you looking for her?"

"Well, she didn't go back to her flat at all last night. I spent the night there waiting for her to come home, and she never did. I questioned her flat mates, but they just told me that she had a guy she would go to see every night and that she was probably there. But they did say that she usually came back to the flat before they woke the next morning. And she never did."

"You slept at her flat?" Harry asked surprised. "Why would you do that?"

"Cause she is seeing a guy, and not telling us about it. This doesn't have you upset?"

Harry raised his eye brows. "No, why would I be upset?"

"Because she is supposed to be with you. Why can't you two see that?" George demanded of him.

Harry just sighed. "Honestly George, if Ginny has found someone to make her happy, you should be happy for her. The bloke hasn't hurt her yet, she is always smiling. You would know if he did, and then you can beat him to a bloody pulp. But until then, I would let it go."

"I guess you are right. I just want her to be happy with you."

"Well, thanks, but sometimes things turn out in unexpected ways. I am going back to reading my newspaper. Bye George." He said as he turned and walked back to the bedroom.

Ginny was still reading his sports section when he stripped off the T-shirt and sweat pants and got back into bed. "What did George want?"

"Oh, he wanted to know if I knew where you where since you never went back to your flat last night." He told her. She dropped the paper in shock and he seized the moment to grab it off of her lap.

"How does he know I never went home last night?" She demanded.

"He told me he slept there waiting for you."

"He what? I am going to go over there and give him a piece of my mind along with a few good hexes." She fired up instantly. Harry laughed and pulled her back to the bed.

"You can't do that now, he would know you were here, listening to our conversation. You can fry him for it later. Here." He handed her the front page while he started on the sports section.