Pure fluff because someone gave me a prompt, while pointing out that poor Harry and Ginny in Miss the Most must be very sexually frustrated. This is not that Harry and Ginny, lol. The prompt was "Sex with someone else in the room," and also requested that that someone be Ron, which is hard to do without making it kind of creepy. Hope I succeeded.

"This is either one of your most brilliant ideas or the stupidest." Ginny's voice was low in Harry's ear, and he shivered. "Do you really think you can set proper wards?"

Harry lifted his lips away from Ginny's shoulder. "I can," he said solemnly. "Since we're only going to be cuddling, they don't have to be that precise."

Ginny made a sound that Harry took to be displeasure. He chuckled. "Trust me, you don't want to go there."

"I'm not sure about that," said Ginny. She looked over at Ron's sleeping form. "Does he always snore like that?"

"That's his 'Firewhiskey' snore, but a regular night isn't much better." Harry looked critically at the camp bed. "I'm going to enlarge this." He lifted his wand.

"I know what I want to enlarge." Ginny snaked her hand around Harry's waist and it was all he could do not to cry out.

"You promised me you'd be good," Harry warned half-heartedly. Really, he wanted Ginny to move her hand a bit lower.

"Oh, but I am being good, aren't I?" Ginny's hand briefly tickled against the front of Harry's trousers and then disappeared again. Harry groaned. It had seemed like a lark, joking quietly to each other in the sitting room, watching Ron drink a bit more than usual to make up for the fact that Hermione had inconveniently gone off to visit some Muggle cousin's new baby. Ginny wasn't sharing her room on the second floor with anyone and there was no reason at all that she and Harry couldn't be there right now, except for the fact that they'd managed to work each other up with the idea of sneaking Ginny into the attic instead. Somehow after a few shots of Firewhiskey, the idea of sex just a few feet from sleeping Ron seemed funny and not horrifying to both of them. Fortunately - Harry thought - they'd sobered up enough to agree that maybe what they really wanted to do was the sneaking bit, and that risking having Ron wake up in the middle of anything more was just not worth it. They agreed to sneak Ginny into the camp bed for a cuddle, and if they happened to fall asleep, well then they would both still be able to look Ron in the eye in the morning and promise him that nothing had happened.

Only now it seemed that Ginny had conveniently forgotten their agreement. She shivered and wrapped her arms around the nightgown she'd put on down in her room before the sneaking began. For not the first time, Harry questioned why he hadn't just insisted they stay down there. "I'm cold, Harry," Ginny whispered. "Put on your pajamas so we can get under the covers."

Harry almost joked that he could tell Ginny was cold - her nipples were little points under the thin white cotton but just thinking about that made him want to touch those nipples, and they'd already decided it wouldn't be safe to do so up here. He had to be the strong one. "Pajamas, right," he said. He grabbed the clean pair Mrs. Weasley had left folded at the end of the camp bed. "Turn around," he said.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I've seen it before Harry; I know what the cold does to it."

Harry shuffled himself against Ginny's backside. "It's not that," he mumbled into her hair. "If you watch me, the cold isn't going to matter for long."

Ginny was still for a long moment and Harry knew she was feeling just how much the cold wasn't affecting him already. Every single place her body touched his felt very warm. He gave in and found her breasts, covering one with each hand. Ginny collapsed into him. "Just for this minute," Harry warned her. "Then it's back to cuddling."

"Take off your clothes, Harry. "We can't cuddle out here."

Harry took a long look at Ron. He was still snoring as regularly as ever, turned on his side with one hand under his pillow. Harry sighed. "Close your eyes at least."

Ginny grinned and climbed under the covers of the camp bed. "If you insist," she said. She made a big show of leaning back against the extra pillows she'd conjured and closing her eyes.

"Minx," Harry muttered in her direction. He pulled his sweater over his head and then as quickly as he could, shed his trousers and pants before pulling on his pajamas. When he looked up, he wasn't at all surprised to see that Ginny had broken her promise and was appraising him frankly.

"The cold really doesn't affect it," she said in a curious voice. She reached a hand out from other under blankets. "It's almost as big as when it's warm out."

"You promised no touching," Harry grumbled. He said a spell to warm up the blankets and slid in next to her. "If you want to touch, we should go down to your room." Without another word he pulled Ginny into his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

Ginny wiggled her bum against him and Harry groaned. He grabbed his wand and shot a spell at the space between the beds, filling it up with a filmy mist. The sound of Ron's snoring dropped considerably and his bed became no more than a blur. "He'd wonder if he couldn't see or hear me at all," Harry explained. "This way I can blame his snoring." He pressed himself against Ginny, thinking. He let his hands fall to her waist and then to fabric of her nightgown, which he bunched up over her thighs. "This is still cuddling," he instructed. "Since we're sitting up." Harry dipped his hands lower and discovered that Ginny wasn't wearing any knickers.

"Fuck."

"I thought you said we couldn't do that," teased Ginny. She let her legs fall open a bit wider and reached down to find Harry's hand. "Why don't I show you all the things you've said we can't do right now?"

Harry closed his hand around Ginny's and moved them both more purposefully until she hissed. "I think I've found it, haven't I?" he asked cheekily. "Don't even need to look anymore." He pressed his thumb against her clit again and was pleased when she moaned. "Yep, that's it." He began stroking up the insides of her thighs. "But that was much too loud. I'm not sure I should go there again." He was lying, of course, and after a few more strokes his fingers unerringly found Ginny's center again. Harry rested his chin on her shoulder. "Promise to be quiet and I'll touch you there again."

"Are you a wizard or what? Can't you set a better silencing charm?' Ginny ground her bum into Harry's erection and he lost his train of thought. "Ron . . . would wonder . . ." he began. His hands drifted back to between Ginny's legs. "Can't make it that obvious." He carefully spread her open, delighted and unsurprised to find her so wet. This position was really rather brilliant - sitting up in bed with Ginny leaning back against him. It was warm, comfortable, and he could easily access all of Ginny's bits without being seen. "It's perfect," he mumbled happily.

"Thank you, Harry, that's sweet to say."

"I meant . . . never mind." Ginny didn't need to know he hadn't been thinking precisely about her body at that moment. And anyway, her body was pretty perfect too. "I think my hands are warm enough now. Without waiting for an answer he cupped her breasts again, this time under her nightgown. Her nipples had gone flat again and Harry spent a a few focused seconds getting them to harden under his fingers. He supposed he could have just pushed the blankets down but that would be cheating. Not to mention cold. His way was much more pleasant. The only disadvantage was that he couldn't also use his mouth. He really liked exploring Ginny's breasts with his tongue. He pushed her hair to one side and kissed along her shoulder instead, and then spent some time at her neck. This allowed him to move one hand back down between Ginny's legs and slip a finger inside. That was good.

Ginny moaned again, pushing back into Harry and grabbing at his legs as he moved his fingers in and out of her. Ron suddenly grunted and they both froze. Harry peered through the mist, not bothering to move his thumb from where it had just landed on GInny's clit. Her legs tightened around his hand. After a moment the faint sounds of even snoring begin again and Harry relaxed.

"He rolled over," he announced. "Not even facing us now."

Ginny didn't answer. She was trembling, and Harry realized that her hand had joined his again, and was helping Harry press insistently on her clitoris. "Rub it, Harry," she groaned.

Harry thought about telling Ginny that this was definitely not cuddling, but the way she was panting made her entire body vibrate against his. "Don't scream," he warned. He rubbed his thumb purposefully and resumed the in-and-out movements with his other hand. He felt it might be necessary to be more specific. "I'm going to make you come, and when I do, you can't scream."

"I promise," gasped Ginny. Her hips bucked off the bed.

Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd brought Ginny to orgasm using only his hands. Any concern that he'd not be able to do it flew out the window as she made a sound that was almost close enough to a scream that Harry probably should have been concerned about their roommate. He flicked at her clit and pumped faster with his fingers, curling them up inside her until Ginny writhed in his arms. "I'm going to . . . " was all the warning she gave. Harry pressed his thumb down and Ginny cried out, arching her back even as Harry held her in place between his legs. Ginny sank against him breathing hard.

I"m sorry I screamed," she finally said. Harry didn't answer, but put his hands on Ginny's hips. "We need to cuddle more," he muttered into her neck. "Turn around please."

"Are you sure you don't want to go down to my room now?" Ginny obligingly flipped to straddle Harry's lap. She sat on his thighs and reached down to stroke his erection through his pajamas. "This might be a little more difficult to take care of subtly."

Harry snorted. "There was nothing subtle about what we just did, Ginny. Lucky your brother is a heavy sleeper."

"If we stay mostly sitting up it's still cuddling, I think." Ginny shivered. "Although harder to keep the blankets on us."

"I'm plenty warm," Harry joked. He pulled Ginny closer. "But I couldn't kiss you when you were facing the other way." Kissing was safe, he concluded. Couples kissed in front of other people all the time, even and Ginny had done so. Ron wouldn't see anything much if he were to wake up right then and see Harry and Ginny just kissing. He certainly wouldn't know that Ginny was balanced on top of Harry's erection; that bit was quite hidden. And if Harry pushed Ginny's nightgown off one shoulder, well, it was still mostly on her. That was fine too.

It was glorious to have Ginny's bare breasts right in front of him. Harry flicked his tongue along her nipple and swirled it around, very much liking the way that made Ginny grind into him. They certainly couldn't have sex, of course. Definitely not actual, penetrating sex. But Ron had already slept through one orgasm and Harry could think of any number of ways to have one of his own that would keep things mostly under cover. He'd probably be able to bring Ginny along for her second too, if they worked at it quietly. He wrapped one arm around her lower back.

"That feels really good," he mumbled against her skin. "That rocking." He reached down to adjust himself and discovered that Ginny was wet again - or still. And he was too - there was a damp spot on the front of his pajamas that he suspected he'd contributed to. "Can you touch me?"

"You should take off your pajamas." Ginny had taken advantage of Harry's moment of pause and had her hands down between them. "They're getting in the way."

Harry paused only a second. "Help me with them." He lifted his bum - Ginny still on his lap - and she slid the bottoms down to his ankles, giggling when his erection popped free and slapped against his stomach. As long as he kept his shirt on, it was fine, he consoled himself. Ginny slid back up his legs and straddled him right below his penis.

"That's good," she said with satisfaction. "I can reach everything now." But to Harry's shock, instead of taking him in her hands, Ginny dipped her head. "Pull the covers over your lap, Harry. And lean back and close your eyes. It'll look like you fell asleep sitting up."

Harry highly doubted that but Ginny's lips were already teasing around his tip. He grabbed at the blankets and pulled them over Ginny's head, hiding her completely before lifting them up again. "Can you breathe under there?"

In response, Ginny took him in her mouth and Harry dropped the blankets back down.

"Guess so," he muttered. For the first seconds, he tried to follow her direction to feign sleep. He clenched his hands together on top of the blankets and even bit the inside of his lip, all in an attempt to stay still, but it was no use. About the time Ginny took his erection entirely into her mouth and began to suck, Harry gave up pretending and gave into enjoying everything Ginny was doing to him. When her tongue pressed against the side of his shaft and one hand moved to cradle his sac, Harry pushed the blankets off so he could watch. Ginny paused for a moment and grinned up at him, and then kept watching him while her mouth began working again.

Harry slid down the pillows until he was lying nearly flat. He tangled his hands in Ginny's hair, enjoying the feeling of how it moved as her head bobbed up and down over him. He was close to orgasm but determined to hold out as long as possible. It was actually more difficult to wait than if he was inside her; Ginny given him head was very in control, moving where and how and when she wanted. She pressed closed lips against his tip and then forced her way down around him. Harry's hips bucked and Ginny made a humming sound of approval. She grabbed his bum and Harry forced himself to stay still and let her keep him there. He tongue swirled again and Harry hit his edge.

"I'm gonna come," he warned. His hips bucked again. "I need to come . . ." Ginny made another approving sound and opened her mouth a little wider. Harry slid into the space and lost himself with a groan of pleasure, feeling just a bit of extra thanks, as he always did, that Ginny liked to swallow. The intensity of those last moments always bordered on being too much, and that made it nearly close to perfect.

By the time Ginny sat back on her knees, Harry was enough in control to have conjured her a cup of water. He pulled the blankets back up as she snuggled into his chest and sighed happily. "That was some good cuddling," she murmured sleepily. Harry chanced a glance over at the other bed. The fog had grown thicker and now he couldn't see or hear Ron at all.

"Did you do that? Add more fog?" Ginny shook her head. "Maybe it's just part of the charm," she said. Her hand tickled across Harry's stomach and began playing with the thatch of hair that began below his belly button. "When will you be ready for round two?"

Harry reached down under the covers and found his pajama bottoms. "Sooner if we start down in your bed," he muttered. "I can't be completely sure if the fog just multiplied like that itself or if someone else added it. I'd rather not find out tonight that Ron isn't quite as drunk as we thought."

Ginny giggled. "Will you go down on me in my room?"

Harry felt a stirring of interest of his own. "Just try to stop me," he said.