A/N: A huge Happy Birthday to Deadwoodpecker, who sent me a perfect little gif to inspire this little "almost a drabble". Enjoy!
It was a tough loss. Even though the Harpies had been the underdogs, the fact that they kept it close for so long made their ultimate defeat that much more difficult to bear. Harry could see it in the tight lines around Ginny's mouth as she answered questions from the press afterwards and in the way her eyes landed on him - and only him - when it was someone else's turn to speak.
"Take me home, Harry," she said the moment they were free. He nodded, not questioning why Ginny wasn't following her teammates into the locker room to shower and change there. Harry was one of the few people not directly connected to the team who could Apparate in and out at will and now he took advantage of that fact to wrap his arms around Ginny and whirl on the spot right there in the press tent. The move was so practiced that Harry was sure the soft click of a camera he heard just before would be a moment too late.
Harry knew what Ginny wanted, and he brought them directly into their bathroom, standing silently while she rested her head against his chest. She'd flown hard for nearly five hours and he could feel the mix of tension and exhaustion at every spot her trembling body touched his.
"A blowout would have been better." She spoke against his chest and made no effort to move. Harry knew better than to argue or to point out that she'd scored more goals than any Chaser on either team, save for one of the Arrows - an enormous bloke who'd held the scoring record for the entire league the past two years. Instead, he tightened his arms around her and turned his wrist just enough to flick his wand at the taps in the shower. The sound of water hitting tile filled the room and billows of steam soon followed.
"I really wanted to win." She tilted her head to look up at him. "We were up three different times, did you see?"
Harry nodded. "I wanted you to win too." He tugged gently at the tie holding back her hair until it tumbled around her shoulders. Ginny kicked off her trainers while Harry pulled her jersey over her head and unfastened her bra before removing his own jumper and undershirt. In silence, she stepped away just enough for him to reach the hooks and snaps at the front of her uniform while she attended to his belt and zipper. He pushed down his jeans and pants and stepped towards her again, leaving all of his clothing behind before tugging off Ginny's own bottoms and knickers in one smooth motion. Now both naked, Harry scooped her into his arms and turned towards the shower.
He could see in Ginny's face that the adrenaline from the game was almost completely faded, and with it, some of the sting of losing. Once they were both under the spray she lay her head on his chest again, pliant as a rag doll. This was familiar, and Harry used a combination of non-verbal spells and gentle hands to wash her from her hair down to her toes, stroking his fingers lightly against her shoulders and back and neck, stopping every so often to touch his lips there instead.
"I love you," she said suddenly when Harry tilted her head back to rinse out the shampoo. "Thank you for not trying to make me feel better about losing."
"I wouldn't dream of it," said Harry solemnly. "As long as I'm allowed to make you feel better about other things." He turned the hot water tap. "I'll be waiting for you when you're done."
Ginny nodded wordlessly, her eyes already closed as she rotated first one stiff shoulder and then the other under the now steaming spray. Harry dried off quickly and was already in his pajamas and waiting with a warm towel when Ginny shut off the water. Her skin was glowing and Harry could feel the heat radiating off of her as she stepped up to him. He draped the towel around her shoulders.
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're hard now." Her voice wasn't quite as lazy as earlier.
Harry ran the towel down her back, resisting the urge to show her just how aroused he was. "I am," he agreed. "But that's not important." His hands traced down her sides and dropped to her waist, holding the towel there. "I need to check and see if you're wet anywhere." Harry dropped to his knees, letting go of the towel at the same time. He gently nudged Ginny's knees apart. "The rest of you seems to have dried off but there's this one spot here that appears to be . . . not so dry." He rested his forehead on Ginny's stomach and took a steadying breath.
Ginny threaded her fingers in his hair. "It's getting less dry by the second," she murmured. "You may have to check more thoroughly."
Harry nodded mutely. Keeping his head against Ginny's stomach was proving to be a brilliant idea; he was looking right down at the place creamy skin gave way to dark red curls. He let out a breath and Ginny shivered.
"Is that how you plan to dry me?"
Harry shook his head. "You need to be wet." He cupped a hand between her legs and then leaned forward to kiss the soft mound. Ginny made a sound low in her throat. Her knees were trembling and Harry suddenly remembered that her muscles must be just about spent. He sat back on his heels, grateful for the thick bathmat that covered half the floor.
"Lie down, please." He brushed his thumbs against her hip bones as she lowered herself to the ground.
Harry shuffled closer, his erection pushing up against the cotton of his pajamas. Ginny traced it with her hand. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's wet," she remarked, resting two fingers against a darker spot on the fabric. He groaned.
"I can wait, but not if you keep doing that." He backed away and settled himself between her thighs. "I'm supposed to be seeing how wet I can make you, remember?" He slipped two fingers inside of her and smirked. "Looks like I'm doing a good job."
"I bet your mouth would work even better," said Ginny cheekily and Harry had to stop and adjust himself.
"Impatient, aren't we?" He moved his head lower to nuzzle between legs but did not remove his fingers. "I could just put you back in the shower, I suppose." He spread open her folds and began to taste. "Or . . . maybe Augamenti . . . that would be quickest." He pulled out his fingers and kissed the space instead. Ginny bucked her hips.
"I don't want quick, Harry," she gasped. "I want your mouth all over me. I want you to make me forget that I just spent five hours on a fucking broom - I want to forget my own name. I want my orgasm to rattle the walls - my first orgasm. And then I want you to carry me to bed to finish before I curl up next to you and sleep until well past sunrise tomorrow." Her knees, which had been clenched around Harry's shoulders, fell open.
Harry found himself unable to speak. He stared for a long moment at Ginny's face, feeling his own orgasm building dangerously before grabbing her about the thighs and pulling himself up against her entrance.
"Don't come until I say," he nearly growled before dipping his head. That was normally Ginny's line to him, and by the way her hips rose to meet his mouth he knew she was already losing control.
"How . . . are you going to tell me, if you're . . ." Ginny's hips rose again and one foot snaked across Harry's back. He huffed.
"You'll wait."
It was useless of course, his commanding talk. Harry guessed he was probably as close to climax as Ginny was. Maybe closer. He sucked on her clit and tried to ignore the way his penis throbbed.
Ginny cried out. "Fuck Harry, I need . . . Fuck. Her fingers tugged at his hair.
Harry stopped breathing. His tongue stayed focused on Ginny's clit and he slipped two fingers back inside, curling them up against the slickness. He really wanted to use his other hand on himself but there was no way he could have managed that. This was Ginny's time.
"Come for me," he muttered, not sure if she could hear him. He lifted his tongue for a brief moment. "Come for me, Ginny. Come on."
Ginny let herself go and it took all of Harry's effort not to finish himself. As it was he barely got his pajama bottoms down past his bum before he was thrusting into her. Three strokes was all it took - at seventeen Harry might have been embarrassed to climax so quickly but at twenty he knew better. He lowered himself slowly down onto Ginny's chest until their breathing matched and slowed.
"I want you to take off your pajamas before we get in bed." Ginny's voice was languid again.
Harry nodded against her neck. "I'll carry you to bed but you have to undress me when we get there."