Season of Sequels-

Go back and re-read chapter 14- Caught in the Act

As requested by… someone. I've lost track of who.

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Caught in the Act- All His Fault

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He had always found it awkward to pass people and keep his eyes level. They just automatically drifted over to whomever was walking towards him on sidewalks or train platforms. He'd wind up staring people down as they passed him and having to give the courteous tip of his head or polite smile. Keeping his head down would have been an option, but he'd learned not to keep his head down, it made people look like they were hiding something.

Well, right here in this station he was hiding something, but nothing that anyone would be able to catch onto just by the look of him.

That's it, that was the fourth person he'd accidentally locked eyes with and needed to give a polite smile and nod to, he needed something to occupy his hands with at least. Caffeine was a good option, and he could do with a pick-me-up.

Harry stood in line at the Costa Coffee stand and waited his turn to give his order to the barista, letting his eyes drift over to the Cornish Pasty stand and noticed a red headed woman in a dress that was doing wonders for her arse. While he was waiting he saw her get her mid-day lunch and turn around to take a bite of it, and was able to see that her dress did wonders for her breasts as well.

Then she seemed to unhinge her jaw and start to eat her food with incredible speed.

A flattering dress and the appetite of a dock worker, that was an interesting combination, he chuckled to himself before ordering his coffee.

His sugars were added and beverage stirred and covered and he was back on his way out of the station in time to catch the fine arsed ginger damsel checking herself in the glass of a poster sign, and he was right behind her on the way out, admiring the sway of her hips when she suddenly spun around in front of him like she'd forgotten something and walked directly into him.

And his steaming hot cup of coffee.

"Oh fuck." Of course he had to be behaving like a lecherous oaf and have this situation get arranged. Now he had a fantastic view of her soaked breasts and couldn't help but look all the way down her body as the liquid worked its way through the fabric and began puddling on the ground.

At least this time when he latched his eyes onto hers there was a legitimate reason for him to feel awkward.

"I am so sorry," he said slowly.

"Not your fault," she struggled to say. Her lips were pursed and she appeared unsure of how she was supposed to move from here on, as she was still frozen in the position she'd been in when they crashed into each other.

His hand went to his pocket instinctively, intending to draw his wand and clean up the mess, but he couldn't do that, because he was surrounded by Muggles.

"Saw what happened," a gruff man said, appearing right beside him. He was holding a stack of napkins. "Here."

Sweet relief! Something to do with his hand other than let it twitch as he resisted the urge to grab his wand. "Thanks!" He took the lot of them and immediately started patting her dry.

"Oi! Mind getting your hands off my chest?" she exclaimed and swiped the napkins from him to continue the clean-up process.

Fuck! First he crashes into her because he couldn't help admiring her arse in that dress, now he'd just gone and groped her. "I did not mean to do that." Even as he said it he knew it didn't sound as assuring as he hoped.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." She kept on wiping herself off and chucking the soaked napkins in the bin close by. Now he couldn't help but admire her aim. She wasn't even looking at where the bin was! And he was still standing there, unsure what he was supposed to do next. Once she'd run out of napkins she looked up again and stared at him, then her brow knit together like she was trying to place him, then her eyes grew wide. "Holy shit," she said in a loud whisper.

No.

No, there was no way!

"W-what?" he asked, still sure that there was no way he'd just happened to have spilled his drink over the only other person in this train station that likely had the solution to their mishap in hand the same way he'd been tempted to deal with it.

"Well…you…" she bit her bottom lip and took a quick look around them. "Um. Nothing." Then she gave a small chuckle.

There was a small chance that she was starting to think of this as a 'meet cute' moment and thought he was good looking. "What?" he encouraged.

"Just. I know who you are."

Well, there was that hope dashed. "Oh." So, she was a witch.

"Yeah," she grinned, looking like all was forgiven. "Well, at least you won't have any questions if you see me coming out of the toilet in a minute looking as though this didn't happen."

She had that right. And from the way she'd just gestured to the front of herself it granted him permission to take another look at her form; the nice supple breasts and apparently very toned stomach. There was no doubt in his mind that she worked out.

Perhaps he admired her form for a bit too long, as she took a step back from him. "Well. I'm just going to go and, um, clean all this up, um, properly," she grinned, stumbling over her words and gesturing to the loo that was behind him.

"Right!" Of course, she'd been heading to the loo, that was why she did the abrupt turn around. "Sorry about that," he apologized again. "And sorry for," it was too late to stop what he was doing, his hands had already come up in front of him, between them, and made a clear groping signal.

Thank heavens she didn't appear offended, she actually laughed at the fool he'd just made of himself. "Don't worry about it," she grinned, then bit on the corner of her bottom lip.

Merlin, he thought to himself, she's pretty.

"Uh. Nice… meeting you?"

"Right." He couldn't look into those brown eyes of hers any longer without losing his head again and doing something stupid once more, so he lowered his eyes and she passed by him, leaving him staring at his two quid's worth of coffee that was on the ground before him.

He couldn't bare the thought of going back to stand in the same line up to get another cup, so he pressed on toward his destination, he'd just have to see if the solicitor had any coffee available to him for their meeting.

It turned out that his solicitor did have coffee, but it tasted bloody awful. They were spending the day going over all the wills, estates and holdings that he'd been left with, something he'd been putting off for far too long. His brain was hurting by the end of it all, but he thought he had about the sum of it down. Now he just had to figure out what the hell he was going to do with it all.

Being raised the way he was, with so many parent type figures and no one his age around to share the burden of their affection with meant that he wound up being the sole heir to a few estates.

Isn't that something?

Having no family left and that family that had passed having no one but him to leave their things to, and piles and piles of money with no one to spend it on.

He went home after meeting with the solicitor and dropped off his files. Then he went to the kitchen and made himself something to eat before heading up to his room and getting changed. He was taking off his collared shirt when he noticed the coffee stain that was on the cuff of his one arm.

He doubted that her day had gotten worse after they'd bumped into each other. She had looked like she was on her way to have a great time.

He needed to have a great time.

He couldn't think of the last time he'd had a 'great' time.

She had recognized him and not made a big deal about it. Maybe there were other people his age out on the town right then, other than his friends which were currently all occupied with their relationships, that wouldn't make a big deal about seeing him and start prattling on about all he'd been through and how he 'saved them all'.

Which he hadn't.

Well, he hadn't done it all by himself anyhow.

Going out and getting sauced enough not to feel this way did seem like a good idea though.

He continued changing out of his clothes and put on something much more appropriate for a pub or club atmosphere, something his uncle would have picked out for him to wear.

He Apparated to Diagon Alley and did a wander up and down, searching for the right place to go into for a good time. He twice passed by one club that had music spilling out into the street every time the door opened and several people in good spirits that were coming in and out of it.

That'll do.

It wasn't too dark in there, not dark enough that he couldn't see how crowded it was and make out who was wearing what, or rather, who wasn't wearing what; the women were all dressed like they were meaning to give the blokes some easy access.

He didn't want to just cozy up to the closest woman he saw though and have that be it for the night. He could play the 'Savior' card with any one of them, but then what? Just a few drinks and then back to his place? No substance behind it? No, he wanted a drink first. A drink and a show, as all the bodies currently dancing appeared to be women in those scantily clad dresses it was making for a good show.

Two steadily paced drinks later and he was enjoying watching the interactions of the women and men around the place. He'd overheard an Irish bloke about his own age sidling up to any woman that stood still long enough, trying to get her to give him the time of day and having his attempts thwarted.

So far, so good on no one looking at him long enough to recognize him.

Then the door to the bar opened again and a slew of women entered, one of them wearing a veil. From the light that shone through from outside Harry's eye caught on a glimpse of red hair and watched as the same woman he'd mistakenly groped earlier made her way over to a table with the rest of the women.

What were the chances?

There were so many bars and clubs in London, even in the Magical parts of London, and these girls certainly looked dressed up enough to go to one of the nicer places, but here they were.

Here she was.

She accepted a glass of champagne someone handed her and Harry watched as she raised it up and then took the smallest sip known to man.

It was nice to know she was as interested in that bubbly drink as he was.

She was quick to excuse herself and go over to the bar. Unfortunately, she wound up standing right beside the Irish bloke that had been striking out all evening. And she appeared to know him. They chatted a bit and she threw back a shot.

Her head was facing the other way from him, but from her body language he gathered she wasn't interested in throwing herself at the Irishman either.

That was as good an excuse as he was going to have to go over and reintroduce himself.

The guy had moved pretty close to her by the time Harry got there.

"Back up, Seamus," she said.

Perfect timing, Harry thought. Now for the great opening line; "Hi." He immediately ran a hand through his fringe so that this Seamus guy would be able to tell who he was, and it worked. Seamus' eyes grew wide as he noticed the scar on Harry's forehead and he buggered off.

She though, her eyes grew wide too, and the bottle in her hand slipped out, landing right side up on the floor, hard, causing a spray of beer to shoot out of it and get all over the front of her dress.

"Seriously?! There are funner ways to get me wet, you know," she said as she tried to dry herself off with bar napkins. She looked up at him after a moment, likely having replayed what she'd said in her head.

He thought that was a perfect thing to say though. "Really? Do tell."

Her eyes rolled, but she was grinning at him now. And she took out her wand to properly dry herself off and take care of the spilled bottle.

"Can I buy you another one?" She nodded her acceptance and he waved the bartender over. "Noticed the group you came in with. You kind of stood out." More like she'd been the only person he'd noticed in the group. He liked how she was shorter than him, and relatively skinny, but had enough build on her to fill out that dress so nicely. She probably had really strong thighs.

As they accepted their new drinks it appeared she didn't appreciate the compliment. "Yeah, well, someone has to be the funny one," she sighed.

"What? What does that mean?"

She relaxed against the bar as though the energy had been sucked out of her. "Alright. Which one was it? The brunette right? She's got some 'je ne sais quoi' about her. Guess an introduction is the least I could do since I did ruin your coffee and let you buy me a beer."

He looked briefly in the direction of the table of girls she'd come in with, but didn't focus enough to see which of them was this brunette she was talking about.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

She blinked at him. "I. I mean, you're over here to get me to introduce you to one of them, right? I mean, you said I 'stood out' so clearly-"

How could someone that looked like her be so insecure? "I… wait. I wanted to talk to you! I didn't even look at your friends. What are you talking about?"

"Oh!" And just like that, she'd gone from Eeyore to Tiger; depressed to radiating joy. That was the effect he was hoping he'd have on her, then her expression slipped again, just a little. "Um. Can we reset this whole conversation?" she blushed.

"Sure," he grinned. "Been a long day?" He knew his had been long.

She chuckled. "No. It's been a pretty great day actually. But I've, I'm… see, one of them is going to be my sister-in-law, right? And she's half Veela. Her sister too. Guess I was just… well, I was being a bitch," she summarized.

Now it was his turn to look like the fool; she said that at the exact moment he went to take a sip of his drink and he managed to dribble it all down his chin with a laugh. "Well," he said as he wiped his chin, "the first step is admitting you have a problem."

"Yeah," she sighed. "So, what brings you out tonight?"

It was time that he properly turned on the charm if he wanted this night to amount to anything. "Looking for a beautiful ginger girl that I poured coffee on and inadvertently groped earlier. Know where I might find her?"

She grinned up at him, looking game for this. "What do you know! I saw her in the bar mirror just a moment ago! Look! There she is again!"

And here he hadn't even noticed there was a mirror behind the bar. "Fantastic," he grinned at their reflections. "What can you tell me about her? Need to perfect my opening line." He threw in a wink for good measure.

There she went, biting that lip again to stop herself from grinning too widely. He wished she wouldn't, he wanted to see her grinning properly. "Well. Her name is Ginny and she loves Quidditch."

"Ginny Weasley?" he burst out. Of all the bad luck he'd had for the last several years, now he was getting all kinds of good luck in one day? Listening to Quidditch games on the wireless what essentially his only hobby, the players were his heroes, particularly the really good ones.

"You've heard of me?" she asked in surprise.

"Of course! On the wireless! You're amazing! I haven't been to one of the games since you got bumped up to second string and were put in proper rotation. You're going to be first string in no time if you keep playing like you did on Tuesday." He was going to be asking the barman for a quill for her autograph in a moment if he didn't keep himself in check.

"You've heard of me," she repeated, seemingly in shock.

"Heard of you? I'm geeking out right now," he laughed. "I can't believe I groped Ginny Weasley from the Holyhead Harpies this morning." The commentators had not been generous enough in their descriptions of her! They could have sold a heck of a lot more tickets to games if they mentioned how bloody gorgeous she was.

"Ha! And here I couldn't believe I'd gotten groped by Harry Potter this morning." She took a half step closer to him, "or that he was so attractive in person."

Now he felt like he'd just won the jackpot.

Ginny Weasley, however, was not some tart that he wanted to spend only one night with. He got them another drink each and snatched up a table that people had recently vacated and there they talked, and as it was so loud in the place they needed to keep getting closer and closer to each other as they talked. He needed to move her hair out of the way so his lips could get near her ear, she needed to rest her hand on his leg to support herself as she answered his questions.

They laughed, exchanged looks and touches, they both knew where the night was going to lead them.

He didn't know why he suggested they head out onto the dancefloor instead of heading out onto the street, she just looked like she was enjoying the music and he was keen on keeping her enjoying herself. Plus, there was the chance that if he suggested they leave she might decide that was too forward. He needed to test the waters a bit more.

It wasn't really dancing that they did out on the dancefloor anyhow. He put his arms around her and they moved to the music, but they weren't really dancing, it was more like foreplay. Then they were kissing, and it certainly wasn't dancing they were doing then, save for with their tongues. He supposed his hands could still count as 'dancing', since they never stopped following their own set of patterns grazing all over her every available surface.

He nearly forgot himself when he had her turned around and against the wall, she was wriggling her hips a bit to the music still and that reminded him where they were.

"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked.

"Hell yes." He just didn't want to be the one to ask. "Do you have to check in with your friends?" He hoped not, because he wanted to get her back to his place as soon as possible.

"What friends? Oh!" she gasped.

He chuckled as she looked around, apparently having forgotten all about who she'd come into the bar with.

"Guess I'm good to duck out. I just have to, um. Loo," she told him.

It wasn't until then that he realized that was a very good call on her part.

They rushed to the bathrooms and he used his wand to clean and freshen himself up while he was in the stall alone. Then he was the first one in the hall and leaned back against the wall to wait for her. She didn't take much longer.

Only two-ish minutes they'd been separated and still he'd missed the sight of her and wanted her back in his arms as soon as possible. Thus, it was a very nice thing for her to walk straight over to him and pick right back up where they'd left off on the dance floor.

He pulled her along with him to a darker part of the hallway and they kept going until he was worried they'd get too carried away right where they were.

Ginny pulled away from him and he watched as she quickly checked their surroundings. Then she tilted her head in question towards the stairs.

'Really?' he asked himself. 'Here?'

He was incredibly worked up though, and she was a bit of a dream come true, so if she wanted to find somewhere a little more private for a shag here instead of back at his place, who was he to say no?

He simply took her hand and they rushed up the stairs. The doors at the top of the stairs were all locked though, so he pulled out his wand and cast all spells he could think of that would unlock these doors. If she was as eager as he was then he wasn't going to waste time checking the doors after each spell, it was a good thing he didn't simply blast the doors down.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught Ginny performing a spell on herself that got him even more excited; the contraceptive spell.

He opened the door closest to him and saw it was an office; perfect. Then he spun her back into his arms and picked up where they left off downstairs.

"Just so you know," she said against his lips, "I haven't done this before."

He pulled back from her and searched her face for further explanation. "Ever?" he asked, his stomach beginning to drop. He couldn't possibly take her virginity in the office of a club!

She grinned and shook her head. "Not the sex part, the 'I just met you' part."

"Oh, thank Merlin," he leaned back down and affixed his mouth to her neck again. "Neither have I."

Her body was so perfect. His hand trailed up her thigh until he was grasping at her arse. "How is that possible? You're too fucking sexy to resist."

He gave her a nip at her collar that made her jump and press against him more, then pulled back to drag him over to the desk that was near them. "Me?" he asked. "I nearly came in my pants when I 'accidentally' grabbed your breasts this morning."

"I knew you did that on purpose," she teased and rocked herself against him.

He groaned and repeated that movement. "So glad I got you wet twice today."

Her nimble fingers came between them and started playing with his trousers. "Twice? I think you mean three times." Then her lips were back on his and she took him by the hand to guide it up her thigh to her sex, where her knickers were most certainly damp.

"Yeah?" He slowly worked both his hands under her skirt so he could hook his fingers in her knickers on either side, pausing here and there as he pulled them down to make sure that she was all in for this.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

With her knickers off they weren't teasing anymore, he grappled with his trousers and pants to get them down as she shifted to the edge of the desk to give him better access. He didn't mean to thrust into her so hard, but she was so wet and ready for him that before he could think to show some restraint he was completely buried inside her, and it felt like heaven.

And he was desperate to take her.

The height was perfect, the angle was perfect, her bracing herself on her elbows so she could thrust back against him was perfect. She was meeting his every thrust with a satisfied moan too and it was egging him on.

He wasn't going to last long like this. It had been too long since he'd had a partner for this activity, and even longer since he'd had one as seemingly perfect as her. He wanted to assure her that he would make certain she came, even if it required him taking her with his mouth after he got his. The image of using his mouth on her while he kneeled on this floor sprang to his mind and his finish was growing closer because of it.

Then the door behind them banged open and it was like ice cold water had been thrown over them both.

They froze.

"This is an office! Not a fucking brothel!" the person yelled at them.

Harry stared down at Ginny, unsure what to do first. His wand was in his trousers, which were down around his ankles.

She solved that problem by looping a toe through one of his belt loops and bringing his trousers up high enough that he could grab them and pull them up high enough to cover his arse. He took a breath before sliding out of her, resisting the urge to moan at the feeling.

Once she was covered up enough and he had his trousers done up the person called out to them again. "Alright, hurry it up and get out."

Wand in hand, he summoned Ginny's knickers and she wriggled into them, then they locked eyes. Neither of them needed a story about them getting out to the papers.

"If I obliviate him," he started asking in a whisper.

She grasped his hand then, in what he thought might be relief. "Oh, please do."

He ducked his head and gave her a swift kiss, then whipped his wand out as he turned around and cast the spell on the man. Then they rushed passed him and down the stairs, weaving through the sea of people still mingling about and dancing with no idea what they'd just got up to. He kept her hand held tightly in his until they were out on the street, then he pulled her into his arms again.

Neither of them had got what they'd wanted before they were interrupted, and he was most certainly not done spending time with her.

"Was that a mood killer?" he asked.

"Absolutely not," she punctuated the remark with a kiss. "Yours or mine?"

It was likely that he was grinning like mad now. "Mine," he told her eagerly before kissing her neck once more and Apparating them to the street in front of his house.

Once more he kept a tight hold on her hand as they went up the walkway, through the door, then straight up the stairs to his room. He didn't care to give her a tour right now, she could see the place when the sun was up. Right now he wanted to explore her body with his tongue.

She didn't waste any time asking about the house either. As soon as he shut the door to the room she pulled her dress over her head and started kissing him again while they both worked on the buttons on his shirt. It wasn't easy getting undressed when he had a whole playground in front of him that his hands would rather be busying themselves with, but they managed, and he slid her knickers back down her legs so they too could join his pants on the floor.

He picked her up with ease, as she gave a small jump to assist him then wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" he said as he lay her back on his bed.

"I'm still eager for it," she purred, then reached between them and gave him a few strokes. "That's a mighty fine weapon you've got there."

"Mmm, now let me get back to showing you its best use." He slid into her again and they both let out a sound of content. He took it slower this time than the feverish pace he'd set back at the bar, she appeared to enjoy this method a lot better, he knew she would.

It had been hot taking her in a place they shouldn't have been getting up to this activity, there had been extra adrenaline due to the fact that they could get caught, just like they had been, and it had made him desperate to get his finish.

Now though, they had all night with no chance of interruption.

He wanted to make them both cum like this, use his mouth on her to make her cum again, then take her all over again with his cock.

"Ah, please do!" she panted.

"I didn't realize I said that out loud," he said in a strangled voice as he kept thrusting into her.

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Harry woke up in a tangle of sheets the next morning. The sun was shining in through the window telling him it was time to get up, but though he felt incredibly satisfied, he didn't feel like there was any energy in him to move. Save for his head, he managed to move his head to look over at the person that was laying on the other side of the bed from him.

Her bra had finally come off after their first round and he could see one of her breasts perfectly, a smile coming to his face as he recalled pawing at them excessively while he used his mouth to make her cum the second time.

He turned his attention to her face, her mouth slightly agape and her make-up smudged a bit. He likely was wearing some of her lipstick himself.

She must have felt his eyes on him, because she blinked her own open and he continued to watch as the disorientation of sleep left her mind and she focused in to catch his gaze. "Morning," she said with a sleepy smile.

"Yes, it is. A very good morning too. It's not often I wake up with a beautiful woman in my bed."

"That's nice to hear. Makes me feel special." She gave a stretch then and he was allowed the sight of her chest rising up in the air.

"How about a shower and then we go out somewhere for breakfast?" he asked.

"Mmm, food and a breakfast date. Hard to pass that up."

She relaxed back down into the mattress and he rolled onto his side and began tracing invisible patterns on her skin. "We could make a habit of dating in order of daily meals; breakfast date, lunch date, dinner date, then start all over again."

"You saying you want to make me a habit of yours?"

"You're a habit I certainly wouldn't try breaking," he grinned and started following his invisible lines on her skin with his mouth.

She chuckled. "You're a smooth one, Potter. But one thing you need to learn about me is that I have a healthy appetite, and right now, it isn't for sex." She pushed him away gently and sat up. "Where is this shower of yours?"

"Do you want to though?" he asked as she got out of his bed and gave him a nice view of her arse while she was bending over to pick up her dress.

"Want to what?"

"Date."

She bit her lip again, stopping herself from grinning properly.

He'd have to try and get her to stop doing that; if they were going to be dating then he wanted to see the uninhibited smiles he might put on that face of hers.

"I'd love to."

"Perfect," he grinned. "Then I'll attempt not to try anything in the shower that will delay your having breakfast."

He got out of bed then and didn't bother with any clothes as he took her by the hand once more and showed her into the bathroom.

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