A/N: I wrote this in 2009 as an entry in a Smutty Claus fic exchange. As you will see, it did not have to be holiday themed. My recipient wanted "anything Harry/Ginny almost getting caught and sex with water". So here you go. I have not edited this at all, hence the use of words for Harry's private parts that I no longer use in my writing.
The noise of Auror Headquarters rose and fell around Harry's cubicle like it did every day – people talked to each other in the corridors or yelled across open spaces and everyone learned to ignore the sound when there was work to do. Harry was usually able to tune out the background chatter with little effort, but not today. Today, every sound was magnified and every voice bore down on him while he sat at his desk, making him fear that any number of colleagues was about to appear in his workspace. Most days he did not mind visitors, glad of a reason to look up from a boring report or get another opinion about a particularly tough case. Today, he just hoped everyone would stay away.
He bent over his task, determined to finish without being interrupted. Snatches of a conversation floated over the wall of his cube and he froze as the voices grew closer. Only when they continued on without stopping did he start to move again. He cursed to himself; it was bloody difficult to focus.
"Relax, love. You're too tense." Ginny's voice was soft in his ear and her warm breath on his neck made him shiver and pump harder.
"Can you blame me?" he muttered. Ginny's only response was to chuckle and wrap her hand just a little more firmly around his.
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"I did put an Impeterbable charm on the entrance to your cubicle you know," she said, working her other arm slowly around Harry's waist and drawing him back in his chair. His head brushed against her breasts.
"These . . . are . . . Aurors !" he panted. "That won't stop them." He couldn't say any more - Ginny's fingers had worked themselves underneath his and now she was circling the tip of his penis as it strained up towards his belly. What the hell was he doing – letting Ginny help him wank in his open cubicle? "They'll see it as a challenge," he managed, and then groaned as Ginny moved her second hand down to help the first.
Harry couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. Not only were his jeans halfway down to his ankles but Ginny was standing behind his chair and her arms were like steel bands around him, both of her hands entwined with his beneath the waistband of his boxers. If someone walked into his cubicle there would be absolutely no way to hide what they were doing.
"Then you'd better come soon," said Ginny, and Harry could hear the smirk in her voice. "Cause I think I heard Kingsley mention that he needed to talk to you when I walked by."
"Fuck," said Harry. He leaned forward in his seat to increase the angle of pressure. It was probably his imagination, but he could almost hear the footsteps in the corridor. Every inch of his body tingled. Ginny began to kiss his neck.
"Oh God, don't stop," he muttered. Their hands were still moving in tandem up and down on him; Ginny seemed to know instinctively when to stop near the base to squeeze, and when one of her hands cupped his balls Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out.
"We have one minute until Anthony and Demelza stick their heads in here," said Ginny, naming two of Harry's fellow Aurors. "And then they'll be able to see me touching you." Her words sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through Harry. Behind him, he felt Ginny pushing herself against the back of his chair.
"They'll see you first," he managed and was rewarded when Ginny groaned against his neck. One of her hands had disappeared from his cock and Harry knew exactly where she had put it.
"45 seconds," gasped Ginny. "Don't come until I say."
Harry felt a tightening in his lower back. He was lifting his hips off the chair as he thrust against his hand. Inexplicably, his eye caught the report lying on top of his desk and he read it with detachment even as he felt his orgasm building. Student Death Eater group at Hogwarts was the title. The words had no meaning as they floated in front of his eyes.
Harry didn't have time to read more. Ginny cried out suddenly and dropped her head onto his neck. "Now," she said, breathing heavily.
Harry pumped twice more and then grunted before he came hard, watching as spurts of white shot into the air in front of him and covered the parchment he'd been staring at.
His hand fell off his penis and lay limply in his lap. Prickles of sweat dripped down his chest under his robes, which he'd bunched awkwardly under him when Ginny had surprised him at work earlier.
"I can't believe you walked right in here and stuck your hand down my pants," he said. His limbs felt heavy, like they were full of sand, and his brain was fuzzy. In some corner of his mind he knew he should be pulling himself back together but he just couldn't force himself to move yet.
Behind him, he felt Ginny shrug. "I was bored," she said.
Harry snorted. "Bored?" he asked. "Gwenog gives you one day off a month and you spend it getting your boyfriend off while he's at work? I'll have to suggest she let you go free more often." Harry leaned forward and grabbed his wand to begin siphoning the mess he'd made off the parchment. His cum left dark stains scattered over the words. Harry frowned at them. Maybe he could tell Kingsley he'd spilled his tea.
"Fiancee," said Ginny lightly, kissing him on the side of his neck. "Or did you forget already?" She reached around him with her own wand and muttered a few words. Immediately the stains on the parchment disappeared.
"Not likely," said Harry, "And thanks." He pushed back his chair and pulled her down so he could kiss her back. "There is something rather unforgettable about mutual masturbation in a cubicle in the middle of a busy office." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "I take it you enjoyed yourself too?"
"Quite," smiled Ginny with satisfaction. She turned to look behind them. "But you'd better get yourself cleaned up. I was making it up before, but now I think someone is trying to get through the wards."
Harry stood up to pull up his boxers and jeans and adjust his robe. "You were making it up?" He shivered, remembering how his body had tingled when he had thought they were about to be discovered.
Ginny smiled and shrugged. "It worked, didn't it?"
"Minx." Harry pushed lightly against her chest until she took a step backwards and her arse hit the edge of his desk. Moving forward, he leaned in to give her a kiss, pressing his body against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
The broke apart when someone chuckled behind them.
"So this is why Harry's cube was warded as though it was Gringotts." Anthony Goldstein was standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face. "I thought maybe you were just having yourself a wank, Potter."
Harry flushed and felt Ginny's body shake as she silently giggled against his back. He smoothed down the front of his robes and wished he hadn't when Anthony's grin got even bigger. "I was just trying to concentrate on the report about . . . er . . ." he looked down at the parchment on his desk. "that Death Eater group at Hogwarts. Ginny surprised me." Behind him, Ginny's shaking got stronger.
"I'll bet she did." Demelza Robbins walked in behind Anthony and raised her eyebrows at Harry. Anthony and Demelza made up the rest of Harry's Auror investigation team and the three of them worked extremely well together. Working so closely, often in very dangerous situations, meant that there were few secrets between them. Harry shrugged.
"Have you chosen between Jimmy and Richie yet, Demelza? Or are you just going to keep shagging them both for as long as possible?" Harry asked.
Anthony snorted. "Preferably on the same day, yes?"
To her credit, Demelza didn't even blush. "At least I'm getting some," she said looking at Anthony. "Instead of spending my days pining over a bloke I don't even have the courage to say hello to."
Now it was Anthony's turn to blush. Harry turned his head to Ginny. "Anthony has a huge crush on Katie Bell's little brother – he's one of our new trainees," he said under his breath.
"Hmmm," said Ginny. "I remember him from Hogwarts – he's adorable."
"I know," muttered Anthony. "Unfortunately I'm not the only bloke who thinks so." He looked at Harry. "Who'd you see him with last week again? Creevy?"
Harry was about to answer in the affirmative when Kingsley Shacklebolt strode into the cubicle. He raised his eyebrows at Harry, who suddenly realized that he was still wrapped around Ginny in a way that was rather inappropriate for the workplace. He straightened up quickly and looked down at the report on his desk. To his relief, Ginny's charm had really worked and the parchment was pristine.
"Yes, sir?" he asked.
"I'm glad all three of you are here. Harry, did you finish that report on the Death Eater student group?"
"Er, just about finished." He scrambled to remember something that he'd read. "The consensus up at the school seemed to be that it was more of a disciplinary problem than cause for real concern."
Kingsley nodded. "I think that's right," he said. "But better safe than sorry when it comes to Dark Wizard groupies at Hogwarts. We don't need another Tom Riddle to slip through the cracks – not that I think any of the students concerned have even one-tenth of his talent. Fortunately I think it will be fairly easy to bring the group under control without arousing too much attention to them."
"What do you want us to do?" asked Anthony.
"You and Demelza will be here for the most part, investigating the backgrounds of each of the students' families. I want full reports on what their relatives did in the years leading up to the War, any Dark leanings, etc. Keep it as subtle as possible – I don't want the press to get wind of what you're doing."
"And me, sir?" Harry asked, even though he already suspected what Kingsley's answer would be. He turned his head to look at Ginny. She had a three-week road trip coming up and Harry was pretty sure that one of her games was against Inverness. Until just now they had been trying to resign themselves to the separation. He struggled to keep the grin off his face when Kingsley confirmed his guess.
"I need you to be at Hogwarts," he said to Harry. "Just your presence there should go a long way towards quashing the group." His return smile held a hint of a smirk in it, as if he knew exactly what Harry was thinking. "You'll officially be there as a guest lecturer. Get involved with the students, teach them to duel, talk to them about their future plans, that sort of thing."
Harry nodded. "I can do that, sir."
Kingsley nodded. "Good. You leave tomorrow. I suggest you get a good night's sleep." He glanced at Harry and Ginny and smiled. "However you wish to define that."
Turning on his heel, the man left Harry's cube and Anthony and Demelza soon followed.
"Come on, Harry." Ginny tugged on his arm. "If I'm not going to see you much in the next three weeks I want to at least enjoy the goodbye."
Grinning, Harry waved his wand at his cubicle to pack up his things and followed Ginny out the door.
Nine days later, Harry was tired. Being at Hogwarts was interesting and enjoyable, but busy. When he'd first arrived he'd had the disconcerting sensation of being stared at again as he walked the halls. The students may have been younger, and their looks more awe-filled than derisive, but Harry felt much the same as he had many times when he had been a student. He kept expecting to turn a corner and see Ron and Hermione bickering or Luna walking dreamily down the corridor, her radish earrings swinging wildly.
Missing Ginny was the worst. Twice he found himself slipping through a tapestry to the hidden corridor where they used to snog – and more. He found the broom closet where Ginny had first let him touch her bare breast and the suit of armor he'd almost knocked over when Ginny had whispered to him that her knickers had been wet all through Transfiguration because she'd been thinking of him.
And then one night when he couldn't sleep, Harry had wandered around until he came to the portrait . Fortunately, all the occupants (a group of maidens herding sheep) were asleep; Harry didn't think he could face their twitters and jokes right now. Just seeing it, and the bare patch of wall directly across made his crotch tighten with remembrance. Before he knew what he was doing, Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. By the time his hand found his half-hard penis, he was already remembering the last time he'd been here – with Ginny.
It was late, and Harry and Ginny were making good use of the Invisibility Cloak. As Head Girl, Ginny had certain privileges regarding being out of the dorm after curfew, but neither of them believed those privileges extended to snogging in remote corridors at all hours of the night.
Ginny had just sent her Patronus to Professor McGonagall announcing that she'd concluded rounds and now she and Harry were deciding exactly how long they could stay out before someone discovered they were not in their dorm.
"Long enough for a snog, at least," Harry said. They could have snogged in the common room, of course, but he had never gotten over the thrill of wandering the castle after dark. Doing it with Ginny made things that much more exciting.
"I can think of something else we have time for," said Ginny. There was a funny catch in her voice and when Harry looked at her, he saw an odd sort of smirk on her face. She looked a little nervous about something.
"Is something wrong? Do you want to go back?" he asked.
Ginny shook her head. "Definitely not."
"Then what is it?"
Ginny shrugged. "I just think there's something else we have time to do before we have to get back, that's all." Harry could tell she was trying to sound nonchalant.
More debate about it would just waste time. "Okay," said Harry agreeably. "What?"
In response, Ginny pushed on his chest until he had to take an involuntary step back. Ginny moved with him until his bum touched the wall. She leaned forward as if to kiss him and Harry closed his eyes in anticipation. When her hand gently brushed between his legs instead he yelped and opened them.
Ginny was biting her bottom lip as she looked at him. "Is that okay?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry had to lick his lips before he answered. "Yeah," he finally said thickly. "More than okay." As if to show her, his hips thrust forward, pushing against her hand. Harry buried his face in her neck. "More'n okay," he said again.
Ginny was just starting to cup Harry more firmly through the fabric of his trousers (and he was mentally wishing he'd worn his thinner pajama bottoms to sneak out instead), when they heard the first giggles.
They flew apart as if they had been burned, pulling out their wands and peering both ways down the corridor. It was dark and empty. The giggles got louder and seemed to come out of nowhere, sort of above them. Ginny raised her wand higher.
Across the hallway, halfway up the wall, what looked like an entire meadow-full of teen-aged girls in long dresses and silly ruffled hats were looking at them and laughing. A couple of sheep were walking around in the background of the picture and Harry could swear that even they were smirking at them.
"Aww, hell," he said irritably. His erection, which had been on the verge of getting really good, deflated a bit.
"Just ignore them," said Ginny breathlessly. She pushed her hand against him and for a second, Harry forgot they had an audience. He leaned into her and wiggled his hips a bit until her hand was nestled between his legs. "Right there," he murmured.
"Move out of the way, Charlotte, I can't see!" An aggravated voice from the portrait broke the spell.
Harry looked up again. "Do you mind?" he asked in the direction of the painting.
A figure whose name was apparently Charlotte tittered. "No, we don't mind at all, please keep going," she said.
Harry seriously considered suggesting to Ginny that they find another place to continue. He didn't want to; the corridor was conveniently devoid of any human interruptions and taking time to find somewhere else would only lesson the time he and Ginny could spend on more important activities. Deciding to try to ignore their painted audience, Harry reached forward and grabbed Ginny's hips to pull her toward him again. He began kissing her neck, pausing only to shiver when she moved her hands back between his legs.
"Those outfits students wear are a lot easier than these stupid dresses, aren't they, Charlotte? Much better access."
Harry didn't even bother looking up to see which of the sheepherding maidens was talking this time, he was too focused on the fact that Ginny's hand had moved up to the button on his trousers and now was slowly prizing it open.
He was forgetting to breath. Ginny had opened his fly and was now pushing his trousers down past his hips. It suddenly didn't matter that the maidens had called a number of pirates from the next painting over to their meadow and were now engaging in activities that Harry didn't think would have been possible for two-dimensional painted figures. He was vaguely aware of someone yelling "Ahoy Matey" behind him, but then Ginny had her hands at the waistband of his boxers and he stopped paying attention to anything else at all.
Harry was glad for the wall – it was pretty much holding him upright as Ginny pushed his boxers down past his knees. His erection sprang free from the fabric and pointed straight out at Ginny. She regarded it curiously for a moment and Harry realized that
Sweet Merlin he was pretty much naked in front of his girlfriend. For the first time.
"Can I touch it?" Ginny's voice was shy.
Harry had to swallow twice before he could get the "yes, please" out of his throat, which was more than enough time for several of the watching crowd to call out their own responses first. He blushed when one of the sheepherders – now wearing only a corset – yelled at Ginny to "just grab him like you're milking a cow, lass", but a second later, when Ginny ran a single finger from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, his embarrassment was forgotten.
"Ohhhh," he groaned softly as he felt her fingers wrap around him. This was so much better than wanking. What Ginny lacked in technique she more than made up for by the fact that she was, well, a girl. A girl who was holding his penis in her hand. And running her palm up and down its shaft. And . . .
holy shit now she was using both hands!
Almost immediately it was too much. Before Harry knew what he was doing, he'd pushed himself hard into Ginny's hands. She tightened her grip and the tingling feeling in Harry's back grew stronger and traveled down between his legs. He pushed again , grunting.
Ginny looked up at him then. "Harry, are you going to . . .?" she began.
Harry was beyond answering. One more thrust, and sticky white spurted out between Ginny's fingers, covering the front of her robe.
"Oh!" she said with surprise. Harry raised his head to look at her. His legs were trembling and he couldn't stop a last pulsing roll of his hips against her hand before he straightened up.
"Sorry. Sorry about that," he said, crimson. "I, uhh . . . you caught me by surprise. In a
good way, I mean," he said hurriedly.
Ginny smiled shyly at him. "Good," she said. "I'm glad it was good."
"More than good," said Harry. "Great, even." He rocked back on his heels, not sure what else to say. He was still trying to process the fact that Ginny had just given him the best hand job of his life. Granted, it was the only hand job he'd ever had, but still . . .
Ginny was wiping her hand on the front of her robes, a slight look of distaste on her face. Harry looked around for his wand; he'd learned the spell for cleaning
that particular stain in his third year like nearly all the boys. Before he could find wherever he'd apparently thrown his wand, he realized it had gotten awfully quiet in the corridor.
The pirates and maidens had stopped their revelry and were watching intently. The pirate captain's breeches were down around his ankles and Harry could see the man's cock pointing toward Charlotte, who was on her knees in front of him. Harry briefly considered the fact that the pirate had a sexual organ at all – had the artist actually painted him a penis before covering it with painted clothing? – before he realized that he was still just as naked as the figure on the wall. His own cock was quite deflated now, and several of the sheepherders were pointing at it and giggling. He hastily reached down to pull up his boxers and trousers."
"It was just fine before and you know it," he said testily to the wall. Spying his wand behind Ginny, he grabbed it and quickly performed the spell to clean her and her clothing.
"Thanks," she said, looking down at herself. "I should learn that one."
"Clothing and skin is pretty easy," said Harry. "But getting . . . it . . . off other things can be hard.
Like the magazine of naked witches he'd borrowed from Seamus and practically ruined. It had cost six Sickles – and a lot of embarrassment – to replace.
Ginny had obviously learned the spell quite well in the intervening years – look how well she'd cleaned up his parchment report last month. Harry shook himself out of his reverie and realized that his hand had traveled down into his pants while he'd been remembering. He looked around the corridor and was disconcerted to realized that a few of the sheepherders had awoken and were now looking at him with leering grins.
"Anyone coming to join you?" asked Charlotte saucily.
"No," said Harry shortly. "And you can leave your pirate friends out of it too. At least until I'm gone." His cock was aching from the slow build up he'd given it and if he hadn't been assured of an audience he probably would have taken care of himself right there.
"Too bad," said another maiden, coming to stand next to Charlotte. "You look like you could use some help."
"Yeah, well, I'll see her next week when the Harpies play Inverness," said Harry. He straightened his shirt with as much dignity as he could muster, considering the erection that was still visible through the front of his trousers. "I have tickets to see the game and then she has two days off."
He started to walk down the hallway, thinking about how to best get back to his suite of rooms without running into any students.
"Bring her by, then!" a voice shouted at him as he turned the corner. Harry ignored it.
Harry avoided all portrait-filled corridors during the following week. Kingsley's assumption that Harry's mere presence at Hogwarts would be almost enough on its own to quash the fledgling Death Eater group proved correct – by the start of his third week the group of Slytherins that had been meeting in the Astronomy Tower for "stargazing" had dissolved and Demelza and Anthony had been able to confirm the general non-involvement of the majority of their parents.
"Of course, I suspect that a number of the people we interviewed were not particularly upset to hear what their children were getting up to at the school," said Anthony during a Floo call with Harry one night. "But they weren't going to admit it to us. I'd keep a particular eye on Caulkins and Van Doren – the families seemed more militant than most – but on the whole, we found nothing remarkable."
Harry nodded. "I'd pegged them as the ringleaders," he said. "Maybe a couple rounds against the "Savior of the Wizarding World" will bring them in line."
Anthony chuckled. "I hope I get to see that," he said. "Say, Demelza wanted me to ask you if you and Ginny want to go out for dinner after her match tomorrow. She finally decided – she thinks – on Jimmy Peakes. I personally think she wants the two of you around on her date to help her solidify her choice."
Harry grimaced. "Uhhh . . . I'm not sure . . . about that," he stuttered. Anthony let out a bark of laughter.
"I'm just yanking your chain, mate. We know you and Ginny haven't seen each other in three weeks. We don't want to be anywhere near the two of you, to tell the truth."
Harry relaxed and grinned back. "Well good. Because going on a double date with anyone right now is about as appealing as a good case of Spattergroit."
"I guess Demelza will have to enjoy Jimmy's company on her own, then," said Anthony. Through the flames, Harry could see him rolling up the piece of parchment regarding the case.
"Unless you grow some balls and ask out Ronnie Bell," said Harry cheekily.
Anthony grimaced. "He's still dating Creevy," he said. "Besides, a new class of recruits starts next month. I'm sure there will be someone much more my type in the group."
"What else do you look for in a guy besides a heartbeat?" asked Harry. "And if that's too specific, I hear the Ministry ghost that haunts the lift might be available – what's his name - Walter?"
"Wallace," said Anthony. "And no, I'm not interested," he added hurriedly. "I prefer my blokes to have a little more . . . substance."
"I'll see who I can find," said Harry. "I'm supposed to be finished up here on Tuesday; we'll meet then to debrief Kingsley."
"Sounds good," said Anthony. He disappeared from the fireplace and Harry stood up, groaning a bit as his knees creaked. He looked at his watch. Only eighteen more hours until he saw Ginny. He sincerely hoped the game was a short one. He wouldn't go so far as to root for Inverness if it looked like they could end things quickly, but still. It had been three long weeks since he'd seen his girlfriend . . . fiancée. That was really too long. His hand and a lot of showers were just no comparison.
The game lasted two hours – each team trading goals back and forth as if they had planned it ahead of time. Harry yelled himself hoarse every time Ginny got the Quaffle and forced himself not to pull out his wand to protect her when a Bludger flew dangerously close to her head.
The score was 220 to 240 in favor of Inverness when the Harpies Chaser suddenly grabbed the Snitch out of nowhere to win the game. The disgruntled home crowd cleared out quickly so by the time Harry made his way out of his box down to the visitor's changing rooms, the stadium was nearly empty. He liked it that way; he didn't even have to use his Invisibility cloak to navigate through the remaining spectators.
"They're just finishing up their post game interviews – should be here soon." Roderick Hades, the Harpies' head bodyguard was standing duty outside the locker room. He and Harry understood each other well; Harry knew that with Rod on security detail, he didn't ever have to worry about Ginny's safety.
"Thanks," said Harry. "So they haven't showered yet?"
The big man shook his head. "The press was anxious to get to them today." He pointed behind Harry. "Here they are. I won't say anything if Ginny is missing when it's time to escort them to the post-game celebration, right?"
"Right," said Harry distractedly. He'd caught sight of Ginny. Her face was glowing – a combination of exertion and excitement, Harry knew – and she'd already pulled her hair out of its pony tail and taken off her wrist guards. Her face lit up even more when she caught sight of him. "Harry!" she cried happily.
Two quick strides and he was at her side. Harry ignored her outstretched arms and upturned lips, instead moving so close to her he could only see the top of her head when he looked down. Without a word, he swung Ginny up into his arms. He heard her tiny gasp of surprise before he clasped her tightly to his chest and spun on the spot.
"What . . . Harry . . . how did you . . . is this the Prefects' Bathroom?" Ginny was still in his arms, looking confusedly around at the room as Harry traced his lips hungrily against her neck.
"Ummhmmm," he mumbled, focusing on the patch of skin below her jaw line. He shifted Ginny in his arms to get better access."
Ginny moaned a bit when Harry's tongue flicked out and tickled her neck, but she wasn't to be deterred yet.
"But Harry, this is Hogwarts. How in Merlin's name did you Apparate here? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. The bath here is much nicer than in the visitors' changing room back at the stadium. But still. Don't tell me Hermione's been wrong all those years."
"Course not," said Harry. He pushed back Ginny's hair and blew across the back of her neck. "She's the cleverest witch our age, remember? Not to mention the only one who's read the entirety of Hogwarts, A History." He put Ginny down, reluctantly, and moved over to examine the huge bath tub. "What do you think – tub, or shower?"
"Both," said Ginny. "But first you have to tell me how we got here."
Harry shrugged. "I'm Harry Potter," he said simply. "It occasionally has its advantages."
"I can think of a few more," said Ginny. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. Harry could smell a mixture of sweat and grass and flowers on her skin. He gently rubbed her wrists where the red marks from her guards were still visible, then put one hand to his lips and kissed each finger. From behind him, he could feel Ginny shiver; her fingers were very sensitive.
"I guess I should take off my clothes then," said Ginny.
"No," said Harry. He turned around to face her. "I want to do everything tonight."
Ginny smiled. "Okay," she said. She looked pleased and Harry felt a surge of anticipation. It wasn't often that he took total control.
Harry looked around the room, thinking. "Shower first, I think," he said. He took Ginny's hand and led her over to the bank of showers against the wall. Like everything else in the bathroom, these were luxurious; each shower had four jets of water and a deep wooden bench at the opposite end. Bottles of liquid soap shared a shelf with scented candles. Harry waved his wand to light them and the soft smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air.
"I'm going to get hungry," Ginny joked. She was bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet and Harry could tell she was excited.
"That's later," he said. "Right now I want you to close your eyes.
Ginny smiled and obliged. Harry reached for the hem of her Quidditch jumper and pulled it over her head; her t-shirt followed. She was wearing a plain white sports bra that covered everything quite completely. It made Ginny seem younger, more like the schoolgirl she had been when she and Harry had first started dating. Being at Hogwarts probably had something to do with it too, Harry supposed. He smiled at the white cotton and forced himself to remove it slowly.
Harry stopped for a moment to stare at Ginny's breasts. They were the first – and only – ones he'd ever seen and as far as he were concerned, they were nearly perfect. He stepped closer and, without touching, blew across the mounds, watching with satisfaction as Ginny shivered and her nipples hardened.
She opened her eyes. "That feels good," she said. "I was so hot."
Harry smirked. "Why yes, you are." Ginny rolled her eyes at him but before she could come back with a retort, Harry scooped her up again and walked purposefully over to the showers.
Harry turned on all four jets of water in one of the showers and adjusted the temperature. Soon, billows of steam began to fill the space. He pulled his shirt off and shrugged out of his shoes and jeans. His erection poked through the opening in his boxers and strained towards Ginny.
"Down, boy," she said playfully, reaching for it. Just as playfully, Harry slapped her hand away.
"This is about you, not me, remember?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir," said Ginny in a chastised voice. Then her eyes twinkled. "But do you intend to wash my uniform pants along with the rest of me?"
"Nope," said Harry. "I was just getting to that." He took a deep breath. He really wanted to make this evening last as long as possible, but he wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to control himself. He and Ginny hadn't seen each other in nearly three weeks – and worse, he'd been walking the halls of Hogwarts by himself during that time, remembering everything that he and Ginny had gotten up to when they were younger. And now, here they were again, at Hogwarts. And Ginny was in her Quidditch clothes and looking up at him with trusting eyes. This time there was none of the hesitation or embarrassment or awkwardness to get in the way. He swallowed hard.
"Sit down," he said thickly. Ginny sat on the wooden bench at the end of the shower. Harry knelt in front of her and put his hands on her hips. Her breasts were directly in front of him, now glimmering with the moisture in the air. He leaned forward and gently licked one with his tongue, tasting both the water in the air and the saltiness of Ginny's skin. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close, sucking harder. Then he pushed himself back.
Got to slow down," he told himself firmly. Harry slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Ginny's uniform bottoms and began tugging them down. They quickly got stuck.
"Am I allowed to lift my bum enough so you can get my pants off?" she asked in an amused voice.
"Yeah," said Harry. Without a word, Ginny pushed herself up on the bench enough for Harry to pull her pants all the way down. For good measure, he grabbed her knickers at the same time and removed them too. He threw them artlessly behind him onto the floor outside the shower, never taking his eyes off Ginny. His penis was straining upward and he quickly pulled off his boxers and tossed them on top of Ginny's clothing. His glasses followed – they were useless in the steam anyway. Then he stood up.
"Come on," he said, holding his hand out to Ginny. She followed him under the warm spray of water.
"Did you ever imagine, when you were in school, that you would someday be using this bathroom for sex?" Ginny asked him, the last word coming out in a low moan when Harry moved his hands to rub across her nipples.
"Nope," he replied. "If I had, I don't think I would have ever gotten a second of homework done. I'd have been too busy taking cold showers." He squeezed some of the soap onto his hands and rubbed them together. "But enough talking, Miss Weasley. You are far too dirty right now. Put your bum against the wall and close your eyes, please."
With a grin, Ginny did as she was told. Harry grinned himself. This was going to be fun.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he and Ginny had fooled around in the shower – they just didn't have that many opportunities. The Burrow's bathroom was out of the question. Completely. The one time Ginny had walked in while Harry was getting undressed and wrapped her arms around his back and whispered "want company?" he'd yelled so loud in surprise that the entire rest of the house had heard his "FUCK". And not let him forget it. So no sex in the Burrow's loo.
It had taken Harry months before he was comfortable even kissing Ginny in places where her teammates, or the press, or fans could see them, and after one heated encounter in the Harpies' locker room that had been interrupted by one of the trainers they'd both agreed not to mix Quidditch and pleasure.
Which left Harry and Ron's flat. Problem was, Ron seemed to have a sixth sense about showing up just when things with Harry and Ginny were getting heated. It was annoying; Harry didn't have nearly as much luck interrupting Ron and Hermione.
But now they were all alone, and in the nicest shower Harry had ever seen.
"Do you think we can put a shower like this in our house?" sighed Ginny, her eyes still closed.
"Whatever you want," said Harry. He moved forward and rubbed his soapy hands across her front and down her sides. "As long as we get to use it together." He pushed his erection into Ginny's belly and sighed happily to himself as Ginny groaned into his neck. Wrapping his arms around her, Harry walked them both sideways until they were fully under the water. He pressed one finger against her clitoris, swirling lightly until she was wriggling against his hand.
"Fuck, Harry, harder," she said breathlessly.
Harry swallowed. For a long second, he considered just pounding into her with everything he had, right there against the wall. But no. He was going to control himself, dammit. He took a deep breath, then another.
"Not yet," he said thickly. "I've got to finish washing you first."
Somehow he managed to keep one hand between Ginny's legs and massaging her clit while maneuvering her back under the spray of water. He ran his other hand through her hair until it was soaked and then realized that without his wand, he'd need to use both hands to get the shampoo.
"Fuck the shampoo," he said more to himself than to Ginny. His cock was throbbing and Ginny had her head thrown back against the wall of the shower; water was coursing down her face as she breathed in quick pants.
Harry moved his second hand down between Ginny's legs and slipped a finger inside. She jumped a little and Harry jumped too, covering her with his body.
"You aren't allowed to come until I say so," he said, smirking a bit as he used one of her favorite ways to torture him. Without waiting for an answer he began pumping his finger in and out; slowly at first, and then, as Ginny began to moan and move against him, faster and with more pressure.
"Oh god," she said. "Harry, I'm . . . Oh God . . ."
Harry slowed down. "Not until I say," he reminded her.
In response, Ginny grabbed Harry's cock and slid her hands down its wet length. "I need to help hurry things along then," she said. There was a devilish air to her voice but her eyes were still closed and as Harry watched, she bit her lower lip and pushed herself down on his hand.
It was all Harry could do not to let her finish him right there. With almost superhuman effort, he moved Ginny's hands away and then quickly – before he could change his mind – dropped to his knees in front of her.
The warm water was pounding on Harry's back and shoulders as he leaned forward and put his hand on Ginny's wet curls. Using both hands, he parted her folds and then ran his tongue from top to bottom.
Ginny moaned and tightened her thighs around Harry's head. The sudden movement surprised him and he almost slipped. At the last second he grabbed the back of Ginny's legs to steady himself, almost pulling her down onto the shower floor as well.
"Whoops," he said, grinning up at her. "Maybe we'd better make use of that bench."
With shaky legs, he stood up again and took Ginny's hand, quickly leading her to the wooden bench at one end of the shower. It was cooler here and as Harry ran his hands down Ginny's side and over the curve of her hip she shivered and Harry felt goose bumps rise on her skin. He looked back at the shower jets and before he could even try to think of a spell, they had twisted and moved until the warm water covered the two of them again.
"Nice touch," he remarked. Ginny was sitting in front of him on the bench and Harry quickly kneeled in front of her again and gently pushed on her chest until she was lying back on a pile of towels he hadn't noticed before.
"Maybe this place is kind of like a bathroom-themed Room of Requirement," he said, parting Ginny's folds once again and dipping down for another taste. "Those towels weren't here when we walked in."
"Yes they were." Ginny's voice was breathless and faint against the noise of the shower spray. "You are just . . . extremely . . . distracted . . . right NOW!" She yelled the last word as Harry's tongue found her center and pressed. She wiggled against him and cried out, pushing into Harry's face with rhythmic spasms. "Harry, please . . . I have to . . . please," she begged. Harry couldn't see her face from his position but he could imagine Ginny's expression – head thrown back, biting her lower lip as she breathed heavily in and out. He slipped two fingers inside her and applied pressure from the inside, then took a deep breath himself, fighting for control.
Harry wanted to tell Ginny to hold on for another second – he loved the torture of making her wait to climax as much as she did – but he couldn't talk and continue his ministrations at the same time. "Now," he finally muttered, more or less to himself. He swirled his tongue around Ginny's clit and pushed again, moving his fingers in and out.
Harry's instructions didn't matter. A second later Ginny cried out as she came, tightening her legs around Harry's head as she pushed against him.
Harry wasn't sure if Ginny said anything in the moments after her climax. His throbbing cock was suddenly impossible to ignore and in an instant he'd moved above her to straddle her waist on the bench.
"I love you," he managed, kneeling on the bench in front of Ginny's parted legs. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, a lazy, languid smile that Harry recognized as her own personal post-coital expression.
"I love you too," she said. "And now I want you inside of me." She bent her knees and let them fall open around him.
Harry couldn't answer. He moved forward, his straining penis pulling him toward her until the tip brushed her curls. Normally he would tease her a bit first, swirling around her entrance, pushing in just a little bit and then pulling out. Not now, though.
With a grunt, Harry buried himself in Ginny's depths. Almost immediately, he felt an uncontrollable urge to move. Balancing himself above Ginny, Harry pumped in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. The relief at being able to move was overwhelming and quickly, he felt himself losing control. Biting his lip, he forced himself to go more slowly.
"You can't come until I say," Ginny said in an amused voice. She arched her back and pushed herself more firmly around him as she spoke.
"That's not helping," mumbled Harry. His hips jerked against hers and he felt a tingling building in his lower back.
"Even so," said Ginny. She thrust up into him again and moved her hand down to circle her clit, just above Harry's cock. "Move faster," she commanded.
The sight of Ginny touching herself was more than Harry could bear. With a groan he gave up all attempts to hold back and began pumping furiously. "I'm not going to last much longer," he panted.
"Not yet," said Ginny, writhing against him. "Not . . . yet . . . not . . . NOW!" she said suddenly. She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and squeezed.
Harry pumped one more time and then let himself go, crying out as he climaxed. He collapsed on top of her, his hips still moving rhythmically against hers in slower and slower pulses.
For a moment the only sound was water hitting the tiles around them. The candlelight flickered crazily around them and for Harry, the world shrunk until it was only him and Ginny, hidden away from everything except each other.
After a minute, Harry began to trail soft kisses along Ginny's wet neck. He felt as languid as she did now, and the drumming of water on his back was pleasantly relaxing. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. "I could move."
"Don't you dare," said Ginny. She turned her head to plant kisses of her own on the side of Harry's cheek.
"Good," he said happily. "This is the only way I can see you clearly without my glasses."
Ginny sighed contentedly beneath him. "I can't remember the last time we had this much time alone together," she said. "And your cubicle doesn't count."
Harry chuckled. "I know. Usually at Hogwarts we ended up with an audience of some kind. Charlotte says hello, by the way."
"Who's Charlotte . . . oh," said Ginny. She moved a bit and Harry looked down at her raised eyebrow. "Do I want to know why you saw her?"
"Probably not," Harry sighed. "I was rather lonely that night."
"Oi," said Ginny. "Were the pirates there too?"
"Not this time," laughed Harry. "I like it much better here. No one can interrupt us – painted or real."
"Or ghostly," said Ginny. "I haven't even seen Myrtle around here."
"Good," said Harry. "There's something about making love to you while she's sitting there staring at us and picking her chin that's a real turn-off."
"I don't think anything could have turned you off earlier," said Ginny with a smile. "You were quite wonderfully focused. I usually can't climax twice so close together."
She was running her hands up and down Harry's sides as she spoke, and when she put her hands on his bum and squeezed, Harry felt a tingle of arousal. He pushed lightly against her and then grinned. "Wanna go for three? We still have the entire bathtub, you know."
Ginny grinned back. "I've always wondered if I could modify the Bubble-Head charm so I can give you a blow-job under the water. I can't think of a better place to try."
Harry's cock gave a jerk in agreement as he rolled off Ginny and stood up. He held out his hand to her. "I think that's a brilliant idea."