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It's Just George

Harry always loved the Burrow during Christmas time. Ever since the horrible first Christmas he had spent there during his sixth year, he had loved it. He had been there every Christmas since then, except for the year they were searching Horcruxes. This is what he considered home, and he was with what he considered family.

Mr. Weasley kept trying to talk to him about muggle things, Mrs. Weasley tried to give him third portions of all the food and George kept trying to talk him into becoming a tester for Weasley's Wizarding Wheeze. He couldn't have been happier. Fleur was feeding Bill a bite of dressing off of her fork and Charlie had his arm around Lisa. He was at home.

It was all very familiar, but there was something odd about it. He had never spent a holiday here when he was involved with Ginny. Their first date had gone well, neither experienced the oddness that usually accompanies a first date. Maybe because they had been friends for so long, that it was easy for them to talk to each other. Or maybe it was because both knew the other was already in love with them, and knew that it was the first of many dates. Whatever it was, Harry had had a great time and was looking forward to spending more time with Ginny.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty about keeping that a secret from the family, or from feeling that he had betrayed them somehow by shagging their only daughter and sister. But when they started on the not so subtle hints that Harry and Ginny should get together, he didn't feel bad about not telling them. In fact he was thankful that they didn't know.

Ginny was seated next to him, all spruced up for the Holiday. She was wearing a black dress with lace over it. Harry liked lace, and he liked black, so he wasn't too happy with her for wearing that dress. He mentioned this to her when they were left alone to set the table. She just smiled at him and replied that if he liked the dress, he should see what was under it. That did not help with his control, but he had managed throughout the meal.

And then she would smile, and he remembered why he was in love with her.

Currently, he was talking with Ron and Hermione about the summer trip that the family always took together. This year they were going to go to Grand Cayman Island in the Caribbean.

"Maybe we will get to meet a pirate like Jack Sparrow!" Ron said excitedly.

"Ronald, there are no such thing anymore." Hermione told him.

"Course there are!"

"No, there are not."

"Yea, just like there are no wizards or witches!"

That got Hermione to drop it, although Harry was pretty sure that they wouldn't run into any pirates.

After dessert, they gathered around the tree to open presents. Little Victoire opened all of her presents first, which consisted mostily of pink princesses things. Ginny was disgusted by it, she would have much rather have a broomstick when she was that age. But Victoire seemed to enjoy it. After she was done, she went to bed and the adults were left to open their presents. They did it slowly, opening the presents one at a time while everyone watched. It was a new tradition that Harry enjoyed because it was relaxing and extended the time with his family.

Harry watched as all of the witches opened their presents from him. He had gotten them all the same thing. Charm bracelets. But each one had different charms on it. Ginny's had Quidditch charms, Hermione's had books, Penelope's had quills, Lisa's had dragons, and Fluer's had princess ones. Apparently these went over really well, because he got hugs from all the girls, even Ginny.

Ginny was thrilled with her present from Harry; he had managed to give her the perfect piece of jewelry, and he did it without raising any suspicions that they were dating. She wanted to jump him in the middle of the burrow. She had received a bouquet of calla lilies at her flat that morning. She couldn't stop smiling the entire day because of them.

She was enjoying the holiday, but she wanted to get Harry alone so she could give him his other present. But she sat patiently drinking her butterbeer while she watched her family open their presents. She laughed when George gave Ron a certificate for a day off from Weasley's Wizarding Wheeze. And she sighed when her dad gave her mom a Goblin made necklace.

She was elated with how much Harry enjoyed her gift of a T-Shirt with the Holyhead Harpies logo on it. She gave everyone something with their logo on it, even Ron, who jokingly threw his socks back to her. And when it was over and done, everyone was in such a good mood and were all talking loudly that they didn't notice Harry reach over, under the wrapping paper that was strewn all over the room, and squeeze her hand.

A while later, after Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went to bed, the rest of the family sat around the family room playing a large game of exploding snap. Harry was loosing badly, but that wasn't unusual.

"Who's this guy you are seeing, Ginny?" George asked her. He had been randomly asking her this all night hoping that by catching her off guard she would tell him. She ignored him and continued to play.

"Why don't you just tell us? If it has been going on for a while I think the family has a right to know." Charlie told her. "What do you think we would do to him?"

She smiled at the table, "Oh, I don't know, the same thing you did to the last bloke I hooked up with."

"Come on, Gin," Ron put in. "We only did that because he wasn't good enough for you."

"You think that the only guy good enough for me is Harry, so I am not going to tell you."

"Hey Harry, help us out here. Tell her to tell us." Bill pleaded with Harry.

"I already tried Harry; he is on Ginny's side." George put in.

"I am not going to help you beat up the bloke she has hooked up with and she wouldn't listen to me if I told her to tell you." Harry told the table. He wasn't sure how he could help them, anyway. He didn't like the idea of beating himself to a bloody pulp.

"Come on, Ginny, How will you know if we like him or not if you don't tell us?" Bill asked her. She just kept playing.

"Well, if you are not going to tell us, at least give us a hint about him." Charlie added.

"Fine, you want to know something about him? I'll tell you something about him. He has the most talented tongue I have ever had the pleasure of enjoying." She waited a beat, waiting for her words to sink in. "Good, that shut you up."

All of her brothers were staring at her with their mouths hanging open while most of the girls looked surprised and a bit jealous. Harry raised one of his eyebrows and gave her a disbelieving look. He was shocked that she just told her brothers how talented his tongue was.

The words finally sunk in with Ron who said, "Ewww, I don't want to think about you doing that with some bloke."

Ginny gave him a bland look. "Well you asked."

"We asked for a hint so we could guess, but that doesn't help because none of us know how talented other blokes tongues are." Charlie told her; horrified that she had said that.

"Well, start guessing than, unless you want to know something else." She told them wickedly. None of them were going to take the bait to hear about her lover's other talents. They let it drop and conversation eventually wound its way to Harry's sex life.

"You haven't been out picking up girls lately, Harry." George told him. "Have you given up sex?"

"Yeah, that's right, George, I've decided that I don't like sex anymore so I am now celibate." Harry replied sarcastically.

"Wasn't there some girl before you went to Spain? You seemed pretty interested in her." Ron asked him

"Wow, Harry and Ginny both have secret lovers?" Charlie asked.

"Well that's interesting. How talented is your tongue?" Bill asked Harry.

Harry looked at him dead in the eyes. "Do you want me to give you a demonstration?"

"I wasn't asking for one, but if you want to kiss Ginny, go ahead."

"Thanks, but I don't want the bloke she is with hexing me. Plus, I got a girl of my own."

"Who you aren't telling us about." George reminded him.

"Well, it's not because she's a secret." Harry told the table and saw Ginny pale. He had no choice; he had to get them off the track they were on. "It's because she isn't a witch, she's a muggle. So me bringing her around here would freak her out. That and it's casual, you know, mostly sex with some dates thrown in now and again." Ginny got her color back while the rest of the table looked disappointed.

"You're dating a muggle?" Ron asked him baffled. "You have never gone for a muggle before."

"I know, but she's great, and I thought why not? And she has no idea who I am, so it's nice. I know she likes me and not the chosen one." He was happy now that they were off the track of him being with Ginny.

"What's her name?" Bill demanded.

"Andrea." Harry lied easily. It was the first name that popped into his head.

"And her last name?" Bill continued.

"Turner. Why, you going to look her up?"

"No, just wondering." With that the game continued as the conversation switched again. Harry was relieved that they hadn't figured it out.

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Harry was back in his flat waiting for Ginny to show up. He had told everyone that Andrea was visiting her family for the holidays and wouldn't be there, so they wouldn't come with him to meet her. However, Ginny had a hard time leaving, and made a big show of going to her flat. Harry was sure that George would be there when she got there.

He wasn't worried, he knew she was smart enough to evade her brothers, it was just one of the reasons he was in love with her. He just wished that she would do it faster. He wanted to give her the present he got for her.

He uncorked a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, arranged some crackers on a plate and sat down to wait for her.

Ginny opened the door without even knocking and was throwing up privacy wards as she slammed it at her back. Harry stayed where he was watching her. She was ranting about the prats of brothers that she had.

"George followed me to my flat, then to Ron and Hermione's than to the bloody Leaky Cauldron until I cast the Bat Boogy Hex on him and came here."

Harry just smiled at her and patted the couch next to him. When she sat down he handed her a glass of wine.

"It's just George, really, since the others all have girls, they aren't allowed to follow me at night."

"I know, love; I wish I could do something about it. I can't believe you told them you like my tongue."

"I do like your tongue and they wanted to know something."

"But still, did you have to tell them about that?"

Ginny laughed at him. "So, should I be jealous of this Andrea Turner?"

"Yeah, because in any spare time that I have that I am not with you, I am with her, and she doesn't talk about my talents with her brothers."

Ginny laughed and kissed him. "Thanks for making her up. It did get them off of that track."

"I don't mind. Would you like your present now?"

"You already gave me a bracelet."

"I know, but that is what I gave everyone. I got you something else."

"Okay I got you something else as well. But I get to open mine first."

"Here you are then." He gave her a box and she tore the paper off. From the box she pulled out two tickets.

"What is this?"

"They're tickets." He smiled and continued because she still looked bewildered. "Well, I thought you would like to go to a sporting event, but since we have to go out in the muggle world, I thought a football match might be fun."

She just stared at him. "You want to take me to a football match?"

"Yeah, Manchester versus Chelsea, it will be fun."

She beamed at him. "I love it, Harry. Thank you! I can't wait to go! Now open mine."

She handed him a nicely wrapped box with a big bow on it. When he opened it up and saw what she had given him, he started laughing. He pulled the handcuffs out and gave her a questioning look. "How do you know about handcuffs?"

"Well, I was talking to Phyllis who dated a muggle for a while and she said that they were a lot of fun to use during sex."

"Yes, the muggles do use them for that, along with keeping prisoners from being able to use their hands. You want to try these out?"

"Well, I thought it might be fun if I locked you to the head board and had my way with you." She smiled at him.

He got up and pulled her off the couch. "These are my handcuffs, maybe I should be the one to lock you to the headboard and have my way with you. Then I could use my 'talented tongue' on you."

She laughed when his tongue licked her ear as he pulled her into their bedroom.