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It's Not A Pink Office

"Bloody hell." Harry mumbled as he stood looking into his office. It had exploded. That was his first thought. It had exploded and all this stuff was rubble. But then sense came to him and he realized that rubble wasn't usually pink and red.

"Oh Wow." Ron stated from beside him as he too looked at Harry's office. "I would ask if Andrea did this, but she doesn't know where you work."

This got Harry's attention. He had been sprinkling his conversations lightly with her name so the family thought they were still together. But he couldn't think of a reason his fake girlfriend, or anyone for that matter, would do this to his office.

"Why would Andrea want to cover my office in red and pink hearts?" Harry asked flabbergasted.

"It's Valentines Day, Mate, and it looks like you might have an admirer." Ron snickered.

Bloody Hell, Harry thought again. Valentines Day? He hated Valentines Day. Why did it have to come every year? Shit, was he supposed to have planned a romantic day for Ginny? Would she be mad at him for forgetting?

He wasn't sure, it's not like he forgot her. And she didn't really get into all the hearts and stuff. He hoped she wouldn't be mad at him.

"Merlin Harry, what happened in here?" Randle had joined them in staring into his office. "Did some witch you've been shagging surprise you for valentines day?"

"He's not shagging a witch, he's shagging a muggle." Ron informed Randle.

"Well if his girl didn't do this, who did?" Miles had joined them.

"I have no idea." Harry said, still shocked at the amount of pink hearts in his office.

"There must be a shortage of pink hearts in the rest of London because of all the ones in there." Randle laughed.

The door to the outer office opened and Romilda walked in. She was dressed in pink, head to toe pink. And Harry couldn't help but be reminded of a teacher he once had. She had a grin on her face as she strode toward the four men.

"Happy Valentines Day!" She practically shouted. "My favorite day! The most romantic day of the year!" She gushed at them. Harry tried hard not to roll his eyes and was already turning to ignore her when she said, "Do you like what I did to your office' Harry?"

He spun back around and stared at her. She was smiling at him. "You did that to my office?" He demanded of her. "Take it down right now. I don't want to work in a pink office."

"It's not a pink office, it is festively decorated. And I can't take it down. The charms will wear off at midnight, when this romantic day is over," She gushed. "I thought you would like it."

The rest of the guys were snickering behind Harry. He didn't know what to say. He was stuck with his office looking like a lovesick twelve year old had decorated it. Resolved, he finally said "Fine, I have to go to a meeting with the minister." And he walked out of the room just as Ron, Randle and Miles burst into laughter.

He contemplated Ginny as he walked to the minister's office. He had stopped to send a note to a florist. He thought she should at least get flowers seeing what day it is. But he just signed it normally because he knew she didn't go for all that romance junk.

They had been officially dating now for almost three months, and he had never been happier. They would go out a couple times a week into muggle London. They were becoming regulars at this one pizza parlor they both enjoyed, Mario's. She was still spending every night at his flat and letting him have her whenever he wanted, which didn't leave much time for sleep.

He had been forced to leave England twice since they had started dating. The first time didn't go very well. When Harry got back, he realized how hard it had been on Ginny and he wanted to resign straight away. But Ginny wouldn't let him. He had held her close to him threw the night while she told him everything that had happened while he was gone. The second time was only for four days, and Ginny didn't have as hard of a time with that. She still made him hold her on the couch the entire night as they talked. After that trip, he realized that Ginny might be able to get over her fear of him leaving her.

Every day he grew to be more and more in love with her. And he knew that she felt the same way about him. He was meeting her for lunch today. That made him smile. But they were going with Ron and Hermione so he would have to keep up the charade of Andrea while she refused to tell anyone about her lover. And they would not be able to act like they were in love.

He smiled at Kingsley's assistant and headed into the minister's office.

Harry was sitting in his pink office doing paperwork. Sometimes he felt that all he did was paper work. He hated doing it, but it was necessary. His team had caught Carnon last week and was now getting ready for the hearings. Thank Merlin he wasn't in Magical Law Enforcement like Hermione, but he was still going to be forced to take the stand.

He was contemplating the case when he noticed the most wonderful smell had entered his office. He looked up grinning to see Ginny standing in the door way.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." He was up and around his desk in an instant, all thoughts of the hearing gone. He shut the door at her back and kissed her long and hard. "Hello, love."

"Hello." She smiled and then looked around his office. "What in the name of Merlin's Pant's happened here?"

"Oh, well, Romilda thought I would like it if she decorated my office."

"Why would she decorate your office?"

"It's Valentines Day, Ginny."

"It is?" Her eyes brightened with understanding. "Oh, is that why you sent me flowers this morning? I was wondering." He smiled at her and kissed her again.

"I am so in love with you."

"Right back at you, but we got to go meet Ron and Hermione. Oh and I think Neville will be there too."

"Okay, but I was wondering, did you want to do something tonight, seeing as it is Valentines Day?"

"Oh, well I have plans with the team. We're going out to Merlin tonight, I don't know how long we will be. I was planning on swinging by your place after we leave the club."

He smiled at her again. "Okay, you can do that. Are you going to be wearing something I will like when you swing by?"

"Well, you usually like my clubbing clothes." She told him playfully.

"You're right I usually do, just make sure the blokes there tonight keep their hands off of you."

"Sure, let's go Harry."

Harry was sitting in his home office that night going over reports that Miles, Randle and Ron had given to him at the end of the day. There was a skirmish in South America that might need his attention tomorrow so he was reading the file on that.

He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't hear the door open and shut, or the clicking of heels on his floor. But when she knocked lightly on the doorframe of his study, his head shot up and his mouth dropped open.

Ginny was standing in his door way in what appeared to be her clubbing clothes, although Harry thought it would be better described as a male fantasy. Her wavy hair was flowing over her shoulders, which were bare because the top she had on was simply a blue piece of cloth that was fastened by ribbons going over her bare back. Her skirt was black leather and barely covered her, leaving the majority of her thighs bare. Then there are the boots. She was wearing black boots that came to mid thigh, traveling down her entire leg to where they ended in stiletto heels.

Harry couldn't move. He tried, but he couldn't. He tried to say something, but nothing came out.

"Hello Ace, I'm ready to be taken, do you think you can give me what I need or do I have to find someone else?" Ginny asked him playfully as she strode over to him. He still couldn't move.

She pushed his chair out a little, so she could stand in front of him. He still could not move.

"Well, if you are not interested, I guess I will just have to take care of this need myself." She purred. Then she lifted one leg as if to straddle him, and let her foot rest on the arm rest of his chair. This move made her skirt come up and gave him a clear view of her. She wasn't wearing knickers. He still couldn't move.

She reached down and started stroking herself, and he watched every move. After a moment, he snapped out of whatever trance he had been in and grabbed her hand, glancing at her face, he lent his head in and licked her.

Her head shot back in ecstasy as his arm went around her to support.

He dipped fingers from his free hand into her, slowly at first. Not stopping his tongue. He pushed deeper into the heat and wet, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue. Her fingers ran threw his hair, pushing him closer to her as she tightened around him.

All she wanted was him, nothing else could do this to her.

He licked and pushed and licked, thinking nothing of the pressure around his head. He needed her, needed to taste her, to touch her, to enter her.

Her pressed harder, licking around her. He smiled into her when she gave a moan, ending on his name.

She tightened around him even harder, and flooded into his mouth. He slowed his tongue, gently rubbing it over her as he slipped his fingers out of her.

He heard her sigh as he pulled her to the floor with him so she could catch her breath. After a while she lifted her head and smiled at him. She hadn't been able to speak a coherent word since he had stopped.

"You know, now that you have been satisfied I am going to need to be. That is some outfit. Did you go clubbing in it?" He asked her.

"Yes I did, except I was wearing knickers, I took those off before I came over. And don't worry," she leaned down and nibbled on his earlobe. "You will be satisfied."

"I am sure I will be. You do know that you are wearing a male fantasy, right?"

"That's why I wore it." She giggled as he flipped them over so she was on her back. "Have you had dinner tonight? I am starving. I didn't get anything at Merlin's."

"Food is the last thing on my mind right now." He kissed her neck and then nibbled on her earlobe.

"If you want to do that, Ace, I am going to need some fuel first." She tried her hardest to hold back the moan that was trying to escape as he moved down to her shoulder. It escaped anyway and she heard him chuckle.

"Alright, we will get food, how about we order a pizza and then have wild, inventive sex?"

"I think I could go for that." She smiled as he kissed her again, moving his hands up and down her body. She knew they wouldn't get to the pizza for a while still, but she really couldn't find a reason to complain.