Their routine didn't change much over the next couple of days, but Sirius could feel the change in their relationship. Lingering looks were exchanged, little touches became longer and more frequent. Harry's goodbyes to Ginny at night seemed to take longer each night, then he would come home and go straight to his room.
Sirius was trying to find a suitable time to talk to Harry, just to see where his mind was at. He knew Ginny was underage, and he just wanted to remind Harry of that fact too.
They'd all just enjoyed lunch when an owl arrived, bearing a letter for Sirius. He opened it and frowned.
"It's from Gringott's, a problem with my vault. They want me to come over as soon as I can," he told them.
"You can go now, we'll clean up," said Harry. Ginny nodded and began clearing the table.
"If you're not back in an hour, we'll walk to the market ourselves and get something for tea, okay?" asked Harry.
"Okay, anything but fish. A nice juicy steak would be good," said Sirius. Harry laughed and nodded.
Sirius got ready to go, and Apparated to the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Back at the cottage, Ginny and Harry did the dishes. They were mucking around, having fun and splashing each other. When they finished, both Harry and Ginny's shirt were soaked.
"Come on, I'll loan you one of mine," said Harry, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.
They went into his bedroom. Hary removed his shirt, and threw it in the hamper in the corner. He rummaged through his wardrobe.
"What about this one?" he asked, turning around, holding up his favourite t-shirt. His mouth dropped open.
Ginny had her back to him, as she'd removed her wet shirt. Harry gazed at her back, remembering how it had looked when they'd been in the water and she'd lost her bikini top.
She turned around, unashamed. She still had her bra on, and it was just like wearing a bikini top. Harry wondered why it suddenly felt so much more intimate.
Harry came closer. He dropped the t-shirt he had picked out for her. His hands went to her waist.
"You are so beautiful."
Ginny blushed, wishing it were true. She placed her hands on his forearms, then ran them up to his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, and saw that he told her the truth. She was beautiful. He made her feel that way.
"Harry," she whispered.
He leaned down to kiss her gently, softly. She raised her face to meet his, open and welcoming. Lips met, tentatively again. Then bolder and stronger.
Still holding her, Harry backed up until he felt the bed behind his knees.
"Ginny," he whispered.
Her tongue came out and met his. Hands were running down each others sides, wanting more, needing more.
Harry's hand ran down then up her back. He came to her bra strap. He pulled back to look at her, and she nodded nervously. He slowly undid it.
As he stepped back, taking the bra with him, he fell onto the bed, in a sitting position. This gave him a wonderful view of what the bra had been hiding.
"You have freckles all over," he said in delight.
Ginny flushed and smiled. She nodded shyly. Harry pulled her into the gap between his legs.
"I would never make you do anything you didn't want to, you know that, don't you?" asked Harry, nervously.
"I trust you, Harry," said Ginny, looking him straight in the eye.
That she would give him so much trust humbled Harry. He leant his head against her abdomen, feeling her run her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her smooth soft skin. He could smell her flowery fragrance all over. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts. His thumb brushed the nipple. Ginny jerked and moaned. Harry quickly pulled them away.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, worriedly.
Ginny took Harry's hands and put them back on her breasts. "You could never hurt me, Harry."
Harry drew in a breath, for he knew she was right. He drew her closer, and kissed his way up her sternum.
Ginny was breathing heavily and rubbing herself against him. She could feel his hardness against her leg, and wanted to do something for him.
"Let's lay on the bed," she suggested.
He moved over, and helped her onto the bed. They were both topless, but wearing shorts. They lay and face each other.
Ginny leaned in to kiss him. Her hands wandered downward, over his hard chest and flat stomach. Feeling bold, she unbuttoned his shorts and lowered the zip.
Harry's hand stopped her. "We can't. Not...that. You're underage."
Ginny looked up at him. "I know. I just wanted to see it. Touch it. Please, Harry," she begged softly.
Harry kissed her, throwing all his passion into the kiss. Her hands went to his shoulders, kneading them. He kissed down her throat, making her moan. Without even thinking about, his mouth went to her breast.
"Oh!" gasped Ginny. She closed her eyes, enjoying the ministations of Harry's mouth. "That feels amazing."
Her hands again wandered south. She teased his nipples, wondering if he'd get the same sensation if she put her mouth on his. Her hands ran down his side, and over his butt. She caressed it, and he moved closer to her.
She brought her hands to his front. She ran her finger over his belly button, then followed the trail of hair that went into his shorts. Her hand followed that trail.
"Merlin!" cried Harry, as her hand encircled him. His hand had never felt that good before. Without meaning to, he thrust into her hand, and groaned.
To take his mind off what usually happened when he did that to himself, Harry lowered his head back to Ginny's breasts. She sighed happily, continuing her explorations of his lower body.
This went on for a few minutes, with many sighs and heavy breathing going on. Harry had to stop, and he lay his head in the crick of Ginny's neck, as she fondled him.
She started to stroke him quicker, harder. With a groan, Harry rolled her so she was underneath him.
He was between her legs.
"Harry, I want..." Ginny couldn't say what she wanted, because she just didn't know. These sensations were overwhelming, it was like she had a kaleidoscope behind her eyes, and Harry's body was revealing all the colours in the world to her.
"I know, me too," said Harry, as he rubbed against her. He lowered his head, and found her lips.
Ginny met his mouth again, arching her body against his.
"Hello. Hey, is anybody home?" called Sirius, from downstairs.
It was like a bucket of cold water was thrown over them. They stilled, hearts beating.
"Harry, you up here?" called Sirius, from down below. Then they heard him coming up the stairs.
"Stay here," said Harry, getting off the bed. He did the zip up on his shorts, and went out to meet Sirius.
"Hey, you're back. How did everything go?" he asked.
"Good, good. What were you doing in there, having a sleep?" asked Sirius, noting his flushed face and unruly hair.
"Yeah, I was in bed," admitted Harry.
"Alone, I hope?" chuckled Sirius.
Harry gulped and looked away. Sirius' smile died. "You didn't?"
The door slipped open and Ginny came out. She now had on the t-shirt Harry had chosen for her. She looked quite composed, although Sirius could see a bit of whisker burn on her cheek.
"I, er, I'm just going to take Ginny home," said Harry, taking her hand and leading her downstairs.
Ginny smiled weakly at Sirius. "Bye."
Sirius watched them go. Harry held her hand as they made their way down the hill. Once they were there, he slipped his arm around her waist, and she did the same to him. They held each other close, as they headed for Shell Cottage.
Sirius paced, waiting for Harry to get home. When he did, he tried to avoid a confrontation, but Sirius was waiting for him.
"Harry, don't you think we need to talk?" he asked.
"No. There's nothing to talk about and nothing to worry about. Just leave me be," said Harry, not looking Sirius in the eye.
"Harry, she's underage and she's got the most over protective mother in the world. You should-"
"We didn't do anything. Well, we didn't do that, okay?" asked Harry, unable to look Sirius in the eye.
Sirius slowed his pacing. "Look, I get it. Your hormones are all over the place, you're here, Ginny's here, it's summer, she'd getting around in tight little shorts and bikini tops that come loose..."
Harry stiffened. "I don't know where you're going with that, but I don't like it. Ginny's not like that. We just kissed and stuff."
Sirius grimaced. "It's the 'and stuff' that worries me, Harry. Harry?"
Harry snapped out of his memories of him and Ginny doing 'and stuff'. "I am an adult, Sirius, and can do what I like."
"Including Ginny!" snapped Sirius.
Harry pulled out his wand. "Don't you EVER talk about her like that again, understand?"
Sirius put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, it's okay. Lower your wand, Harry. You're right, it was disrespectful to talk about her like that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Damn right. Look Sirius, we did nothing wrong, okay. Do you trust me?" asked Harry.
"Of course," said Sirius, straight away. Harry nodded.
"Good, because I don't want to talk about it anymore. Now, I'm going to go and have a shower while you get a start on tea. I'm starving," said Harry.
Sirius nodded. "Great! What did you get from the market?"
Harry froze. "Ah, funny thing. We never got to the market," he said, refusing to meet Sirius's eyes.
Sirius snickered. "Looks like it's take-away again. Uh, will Ginny be joining us?"
Harry flushed. "No. She thought we might be talking, so she said she'd give us some space."
"She's a smart girl, Harry," said Sirius, clapping him on the back.
"I love her," blurted out Harry. He stared at Sirius almost defiantly.
Sirius sighed. "Harry, I don't think that-"
"I love her, Sirius. She's everything I could want," said Harry.
"Go take your shower, while I get something for us to eat. Then we'll talk," said Sirius.
"You can't talk me out of this, so don't bother. I'll see you in a bit," said Harry, running up the stairs.
Sirius decided to stop off and get something stronger than butterbeer to drink, too.
"Here's to Potter men and their red-headed witches," toasted a tipsy Sirius.
"Cheers," said Harry, clicking his glass of firewhiskey with Sirius'.
They downed their drinks in one gulp.
"What in Merlin's name is going on? Are you guys getting drunk?" asked Ginny, standing at the front door.
"Ginny's here! Look Sirius, Ginny's here," said Harry happily, pointing at Ginny. She came inside.
"I see her," said Sirius, squinting his eyes, despite the fact Ginny stood straight in front of him. "She doesn't look happy."
"I'm not happy with either of you right now," said Ginny, standing with her hands on her hips.
"We're in trouble," sang Harry, winking at Sirius. He took Ginny's hand and pulled her close. "I'm sorry, Gin."
Ginny, looking amused, placed her hands on his shoulders. "And what exactly are you sorry for, Harry."
Harry looked up at her, trying to think. It made his head hurt. "You're so pretty. Isn't she pretty, Sirius?" He ran his hands down over her butt.
"Uh-huh. She's like a red jelly bean. So cute and sweet," said Sirius.
Ginny smiled at him. If he had known her better, he would have been worried. "A red jelly bean, you say?"
Sirius nodded. Harry smiled. "I love jelly beans. You're my very own Ginny bean," he said, right before he passed out.
Ginny lay him gently on the couch, and summoned a blanket which she placed over him. She then turned to Sirius.
"How long have you been hitting the booze?"she asked, amused.
"Long enough, I reckon," said Sirius, feeling woozy.
"Did you talk to Harry? About us?" she asked.
"Yep!" said Sirius.
"Well, what did you say?" asked Ginny, when he wasn't forthcoming about anything.
"It's okay, I told him the contraception spell. Don't want any little Garry's or Hinny's running around, do we?" asked Sirius, smiling stupidly at his mix up.
Ginny grinned. "That's it?"
Sirius nodded. "Nope. Can you keep a secret?"
Ginny leaned closer. "Of course."
Sirius held his fingers to his lips. "He loves her. He's heels over head, er, head in hell, over heels, oh shoot. He loves Ginny. But sssh, it's a secret."
"I won't say a word," said Ginny. He heart leapt. He loved her!.
"I hope she doesn't break his heart. She won't, will she? She's his first love. When I see them together it reminds me of his parents," said Sirius, sadly.
"I won't break his heart, Sirius. I promise."
"Good. Well, goodnight." Sirius passed out too.
Ginny chuckled as she levitated him onto the bigger couch and covered him with a blanket. She went into the kitchen, noting Sirius must have purchased some hangover potion when he purchased the firewhiskey.
She took the hangover potion and two glasses and returned to the lounge. She placed them on the small table that lay between both couches.
She went over to Harry and knelt down. She lightly kissed him, and brushed her fingers through his hair, pushing back his fringe. She saw the legendary scar on his forehead.
"I love you too, Harry," she said softly.
Harry smiled, and leaned his face against her palm.
Sirius rolled over and whined, like a dog. Ginny chuckled softly. "I love you too, you crazy mutt."
Ginny locked the door, and made her way upstairs to Harry's bed. She may love the guy, but there was no way she was going to sleep in an uncomfortable chair downstairs. Besides, both he and Sirius deserved to suffer a bit in the morning. And she wanted to be there to see it happen!