A/N: Just a fun frolic while I get ready for the next chapter of Reversing Course. There will be a third part to this.

"So, I assume we're going to tell your family at dinner tomorrow night?" Harry stopped tracing lazy circles with his mouth along Ginny's naked form just long enough to ask the question. The sun was already low on the horizon and the two of them had yet to get out of bed on the Saturday other than for necessary trips to the loo. They'd summoned food to their bedroom as needed and in between reacquainting themselves with each other bodies, Ginny had read bits of What To Expect When You're Expecting a Wizard or Witch out loud to Harry.

He'd been particularly interested to hear about the changes that were happening to certain parts of Ginny's body.

"So, there's increased sensation here, and . . . here?" he'd asked from his place between her legs, kissing carefully on the outside before delving deeper with his tongue.

"Oh Merlin, yes," breathed Ginny. She bucked against his mouth. "Ooh, sorry," she said in response to his small sound of pain. "It's just . . . so much more."

Harry chuckled and sat up, rubbing his nose before scooting up to sit closer to Ginny's waist. "I'm going to enjoy getting use to this, I think," he said. "Do you need the blanket?" They'd pulled off their pajamas at some point that morning and not put anything else on, preferring instead to keep warm against the December chill with heating charms and plenty of physical activity. Now Ginny shuffled into Harry's lap and leaned against his chest while he wrapped his arms protectively around her belly.

"Do that once in front of my mum and we won't have to tell them," laughed Ginny. "Remember how she figured out Fluer was pregnant just from the size of the helping of potatoes she took?"

Harry began kissing Ginny's neck. "Maybe we should send a Patronus ahead of time. Get the surprise out of the way and let your mum just start fussing immediately." He moved one hand lower.

Ginny wiggled her bum against Harry's erection. "And deprive me the chance of seeing their faces when we tell them?" She put her hand on top of his and moved it to right above her clit, to a spot that had become particularly sensitive lately. Harry made an amused sound and began to push his fingers in the pattern they'd already figured out felt the best. Ginny groaned.

"I still can't believe how quickly that arouses you," said Harry. "You kind of remind me of me, when I was sixteen. All I had to do was see you walk by and smell your shampoo, and I got hard."

"And couldn't do anything nearly this nice about it," said Ginny. She laughed. "How often did you shower that year?"

"A lot," muttered Harry. He'd slid back down to his space between her legs. "And a lot of silencing charms. He pushed gently at Ginny's thighs until they fell open a little wider and began nuzzling, right below the spot where his fingers were still at work.

"I . . . I thought we were going to . . . right there . . . talk about telling my parents," panted Ginny. Her head fell back on the pillows. "Fuck, that feels good."

"You want me to stop?" Harry mumbled. He'd maneuvered himself so that he could press his erection against the side of Ginny's thigh while he worked on her. His plan, as it were, was to get her to climax with his mouth and hand and then immediately slide himself inside; they'd already discovered that Ginny's orgasms were more intense and lasted longer now. So far, he'd not been able to make her come a second time immediately, but given the enthusiasm she'd shown for their lovemaking in the past day, Harry was confident it wouldn't be long. The baby book hadn't come right out and used the words multiple orgasms, but its technical language about "enhanced blood flow to the sexual organs" and "heightened sensitivity in the clitoral region" left little doubt. He moved his mouth again, flattening his tongue against Ginny's flesh, and she screamed, squeezing her legs around Harry's head as she came.

Harry moved himself up Ginny's body and entered her, pushing through the tense pulsing of her climax and groaning himself at the feeling of her contracting around his penis. He was already so aroused from going down on her that he didn't think he'd last long. Ginny grabbed his bum and helped him thrust, holding him in place while she came back to herself before letting him start to move again.

"I love it when you're inside me immediately after," she panted, stretching up to capture Harry's mouth in a kiss. He stopped thrusting long enough to kiss her deeply, a little thrilled, as always, that she didn't mind it even though he'd just used his mouth on her.

"I love it too," he said. "You're really tight then." He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch Ginny's face while he moved.

"It's because my orgasms last longer now," she said. She reached up to trail a hand down Harry's face, a tender gesture that contrasted with the fact that she was also lifting her hips to match each of Harry's thrusts. "I can feel the difference when you enter; it's like you have to work harder."

"It's harder for sure," grunted Harry. He thrust again. Despite the intensity of his own arousal, this was their third time making love that day and getting himself over the brink and hopefully bringing Ginny along with him was going to take some effort. He stopped moving for a moment to focus on the feeling of her enclosing him.

"I should have given you a blow job," said Ginny suddenly. "You've only been taking care of me today." She sat up a little and reached down between them to cup his sac. It was something Ginny knew to do only if they'd already had sex at least once that day; otherwise it was almost too intense. But now, on their third go-around, Harry wasn't as sensitive, and feeling Ginny's hand on that part of him made him groan with pleasure.

"Blow job . . . later," he panted. "Today's about you."

"Well, I won't complain," she said. She let Harry nudge her chest until she was lying back down again. "I'm feeling rather insatiable right now." She sighed. "Now I get what Fleur meant about looking forward to the second trimester when she told us she was pregnant with Dominique."

"Was that the dinner when they disappeared into Bill's old bedroom before pudding and forgot to set the silencing charms?" The rest of the family had retreated to the garden for pie, moving more quickly than Harry had ever seen. It had been nearly two hours before one of the twins' sex detectors had deemed it safe for them to return.

"They weren't even embarrassed, were they?" Harry assumed it was only because this was their third time today that Ginny was able to both carry on a conversation and lift her hips in time to match his thrusts with her own. "I heard mum tell dad that 'now Bill probably understood why they'd had seven children.'" She moved her hands to Harry's bum. "Right there, don't move," she said.

Harry froze. "I'll have seven with you if want," he said heavily. "Or a dozen." He swallowed hard. "How . . . much longer?"

Ginny wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him in place. "I'm close," she panted. "I don't think I even came down completely from last time."

Harry's arms were shaking from the effort of holding himself in place. "I'd hoped not," he managed. "I got inside as quickly as I could."

"MOVE," Ginny grunted suddenly. She loosened her legs and Harry swore with relief. All thoughts of waiting for her to get there too flew out of his mind as he plunged erratically in and out. Dimly, he heard Ginny saying something beneath him, but it wasn't until after he climaxed, collapsed on top of her, and finally regained some breath that he realized he hadn't even looked at her for the last few minutes. She was tickling her hands up and down his back the way she often did after he finished hard and he felt an answering contraction around his penis that told him Ginny had finished too. Groaning a bit with the effort, he propped himself up on his elbows again to find his wife grinning at him.

"What?" he asked. "Did you . . .? I mean, I think I could feel it, but I . . . umm . . ."

"Of course I did," said Ginny. There was an air of satisfaction in her voice. "And you completely lost yourself at the end, didn't you?"

"Umm, yeah," admitted Harry. "It got really intense. I'm sorry. I didn't wait to see if. . ."

"Don't apologize, it was brilliant," said Ginny. "I'd hoped it would be more for you too, while I'm pregnant. I read that can happen for the husband sometimes."

Harry nuzzled Ginny's neck. "It definitely was," he mumbled. "And now I don't want to move." He lay back down flush on top of her. "I hope I'm not too heavy."

"Never," said Ginny. "But enjoy it while you can because pretty soon there won't be any room there. We'll have to figure out some new positions."

"I'm looking forward to that," said Harry sleepily. He snuggled against Ginny. "What time do we need to be at the Burrow?"

"Half six," said Ginny. She sounded as tired as Harry. "Time for a kip. The baby needs it too."

"Napping as a family," said Harry. "I like that." He rolled gently off Ginny and she curled up against him. "I love you," he said, kissing her on the forehead. He dipped his head. "And I love you too," he said to Ginny's stomach.

"We love you too," mumbled Ginny. "And we'll want sex again, later. So now we need to sleep."

Harry chuckled. "I could get used to this."