(A/N: I wrote this while listening to Chemical Brothers as dance music inspiration. Throw in some Adrenaline and some Daft Punk at the end and you have an idea of the music I have in mind for the club tonight. – DG)

Wolfwhistles echoed behind the couple walking past the bouncer at the door to the club. The witch in question turned towards her taunting suitor and smiled, moving her head just so to let them get a glimpse of who it was who they were crudely complimenting.

The whistles continued until the young man on her arm turned and glared at the gathering. The crowd took a step back before they ducked into the club.

Ginny pulled them into the alcove and pushed Harry hard into the back wall. "Jealous, Potter?"

"Some. I don't like guys wolf-whistling you. It's rude."

"I've heard worse in the locker room." She winked at him. "Besides, you know whose broom I ride." She lifted her hand and showed off the ring set on the third finger of her left hand. "I do believe that was, what, 'bout 9 days ago?"

Harry grinned and pulled her closer to him. "And a lovely nine days it's been already. But why are we out when we can be home shagging all night? I seem to recall how well you ride my broomstick."

Ginny threw her head back and laughed. "It's New Year's Eve and I want some fun. You work so much and it gets tiring being home most nights. So come on, live a little."

They stepped out of the alcove and back into the crowds. Ginny led the way to the bar, where she ordered two double Firewhiskies. She handed one to Harry while she took a healthy drink. "Hey, slow down. We're going to be here a while if you keep that up."

"Oh, Harry, live a little, wouldya?"

Harry gave her a look while she continued to consume her beverage. She gave him a saucy look over the top of her glass and he saw the mischief in her eyes. "You're planning something, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I? It's New Year's Eve."

Ginny finished her beverage and put the glass on the bar top. "Finish it or I will, Harry."

He stood there looking at her and trying to decide if what she was planning was worth the hassle. Yeah, she is. He drained his beverage and felt the smoke pouring out his nose and ears. "Bugger, that burns."

He took off his glasses and wiped them and when he put them back on, Ginny was polishing off another one. He laughed when he saw tears falling down her face, along with smoke pouring out her ears and nose. "Fuck, that's a strong one."

He waited 'til she put the glass on the counter top and pulled him along to the dance floor. The beat was fast and the lights in the club were changing with the rhythm of the song playing. The heat from the alcohol and the crowds were adding their own fire to her overheating body.

Ginny found a spot out on the floor, with other women dancing to the beats, and started swaying to the music. Harry was dancing like he had two left feet but she didn't mind. Once the alcohol was in his system, he'd loosen up too.

Crowds pressed into them and Harry moved in closer to her. Ginny turned around and started moving her arse to the beat. Harry was quick to respond, grabbing her hips and pulling her tight to his midsection. Ginny responded by threading her arms behind her head, pulling him close to her head.

"What's gotten into you tonight?"

"You mean besides the double firewhiskies I've had? I mean for you to get into me."

"Well, sure, once we get home."

She shook her head. "No, I mean here, out here."

The song changed and Harry had stopped dancing. "Who are you and where is my wife?"

Ginny turned in his arms and smiled at him. Her eyes were a little fogged in the club, starting to fall into the inebriation from the alcohol. "Oh it's me. I said I wanted to shag you out here and I meant to do it tonight." Harry stifled a moan when she rubbed her hand over the front of his black denims. "It's so crowded that no one's gonna notice if we are."

Harry groaned when calloused fingers opened his denims and touched his manhood. "And this is what I want, tonight, before we go home and you have your way with me."

Ginny turned back around and was dancing very seductively. Up and down she sent, rubbing her arse of the front of his trousers. Every move she made was making him harder, harder to handle and harder to keep his hands off of her.

"Stop teasing me, witch."

"No. Let go and have your way with me, out here, in the crowd, where no one gives a shite."

The music changed again and the beat went even faster. She continued to move on him while he was swaying side to side, dancing like he had two left feet. He caught a glimpse in the flashing lights of her bare skin on her hips.

He growled and pulled her to him brusquely. "Where's your knickers, woman?"

She offered him a come hither look. "At home in my drawer."

Ginny changed her dancing style and offered Harry another look at her shapely bum. Quidditch training did wonders for her hips and thighs. She was soft in just the right places and muscled in others. She could stretch her legs out in so many ways for their mutual pleasure, or hold him down while they shagged for hours in their bed.

The music changed again and Harry was lost in the fog. He kept shuffling side to side, praying that he knew no one in the crowd tonight. If he was caught, he'd be buggered at work. He looked behind him and saw no one he knew. He looked right and didn't recognize anyone. He looked left and saw some red hair but shook that off 'cause it wasn't Ron. The bloke was too short to be his best mate.

Harry pulled her face back to his lips, letting her feel how turned on he was, even if what he was contemplating doing with her was so far outside his comfort zone that he was having trouble forming words in his head. "If we get caught, -"

"We won't," she replied back in a break in the music.

" – We get caught, you can deal with the mess. Robards will have my bits."

"He can't 'cause they're mine."

"Barmy woman you are," He growled into her ear before turning her neck further to kiss her deeply. Hands wandered over her dress robes, including pawing her breasts under the fabric of her dress.

Neither of them saw George and Angelina staring at them while they were groping one another. They were lost in the fog known as foreplay.

Ginny's hands weren't idle while Harry was feeling here tits. She wandered them through his already messy hair, over his arms that were holding her close, to down over his hips, grabbing his bum. Both writhed against one another, lost in an inebriated haze.

The song changed again, this time with a few epithets encouraging the crowd to dance.

"Ready to fuck me?" Ginny purred into his ears.

Harry lifted her skirt. Creamy white skin beckoned to him. He shook his head wondering what the fuck he was about to do. So he dropped the zipper on his trousers and released him turgid member from his pants. He pulled her close, lifting her skirt to expose herself to him and only him.

Calloused fingers told him she was certainly ready for him. So he slid home, earning a moan from both of them.

Harry fell into the rhythm of the song, doing as she wanted, shagging her rough out on the dance floor. He had his hands on her hips, pulling her back hard against him while he thrust into her to the beat of the song. He felt her clamp down on him and he pulled her roughly back once, twice, thrice before yelling into the crowd. Bloody buggering fuck, that was fantastic.

The music transitioned into another one but he was spent. He didn't think he could handle a repeat performance, even if the song playing was tempting him to celebrate one more time.

Ginny turned to him and kissed him deeply. "Love you, so much, you know that, right?"

Harry nodded while ignoring everyone around him. "Let's go home. If we're doing that again, you're on top."

"Tired already?"

"Nope, just of the crowds."

They took three steps and almost ran into Ron and Hermione. They were in their own little world, snogging away while the crowd danced around them.

Ginny laughed and led Harry another way out of the floor. They passed two more couples before finding George and Angelina. They were sharing the same air and were almost sharing the same space.

Harry laughed this time. "Good on them. 'Bout time for George, too."

"I'd say so."

Harry and Ginny left their relatives to the dance floor while they intended to take their celebration home for a private party.