A/N: The denial is big in this one, friends.
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Ginny paused for a moment by the door of the Burrow, dreading what she was about to do. As much as she would like to pretend the guilt was catching up with her—and it was—the main reason she decided to come clean now, was because she couldn't continue putting Harry through this. The whole situation was bad. She was lying, it was hurting Harry and the longer this went on, the more likely they were to be found out. She had never expected the lie to be so elaborate, and for it to go on for so long. Her parents deserved the truth.
She sighed and pushed open the door, greeting her parents with a reserved smile.
Her dad looked up curiously. "I thought you were staying at Harry's tonight."
"Yeah," she said. She swallowed. "We need to talk."
"Are you okay?" her mum asked.
"Yes," she assured him. "I just need to be honest with you."
"About what?" her dad asked.
She sat down with them at the table. "It's about Harry." She decided to continue immediately before she lost the nerve to do so. "We are not actually together. We never were."
Her father frowned. "I see."
"I am sorry I lied. You just assumed we were together, and I didn't correct you because you seemed to like him..." She looked down at the table. "I never meant for the lie to become so big and I ... can't keep asking Harry to keep this up."
Her mother shot her a look. Something was brewing.
"I don't understand," Molly said. "You like him."
"We're just friends—or rather we became friends through this whole ordeal." She was trying to be honest.
"He has been over here, he is..." Molly looked at her sternly. "You stay over there all the time. Ginny, are you...?"
She was really regretting coming clean now. "I am sleeping with him."
"Ginny!" her father let out in surprise.
"He's handsome," she defended herself. "And it kind of just happened." This lie was completely warranted in her opinion. "I never expected this to go on this, and I was starting to fill terribly guilty."
"So this really is all just for the papers?" Arthur asked.
She closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes. And his teammates..." She opened her eyes again and eyed her mother.
She folded her hands. "I simply don't understand why you would feel the need to lie to us?" Molly asked, her voice barely masking her emotions.
"I... it's not like that."
"Did I ever give the impression that mattered to me?" she continued.
She shrugged. "You do ask me all the time if I have a boyfriend. I just thought... you seem to like Harry so why not."
"Ginny, I just want you to be happy," Molly argued. "That's all. And I thought that Harry could make you happy. That's not a bad thing."
She looked back down. "No, I know you don't mean it like that. I just didn't correct you, and it was my mistake. We have to pretend everywhere anyway so it..." She shook her head. "It was easy in a way. But I shouldn't have done it and I continue it." She sighed. "And it's not fair to Harry because he will have to give all of this up because it's not meant to last, and he genuinely likes you."
Mentioning Harry's struggles did seem to diminish her mother's anger somewhat.
Ginny stood back up. "I am sorry. I knew I had to come clean, you deserve the truth." Before they could ask any questions, she walked out of the house.
She was about halfway the garden when Harry appeared at the end of the garden. She stalled in confusion.
"I was expecting you," he said as he walked up to her.
"Sorry," she said. "I told my parents everything, so we don't have to pretend anymore in front of them. It's all explained." She walked past him and to the apparition point. She turned around.
"That's it?" he asked warily.
She nodded. "Yes. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Where are you going?" he asked as he walked back to her.
"The wheezes." She smiled and then apparated.
She apparated to the alley beside their brothers' shop. She let herself in through the side door and walked up to their apartment. She knocked.
George opened the door. "Well, hello?" he greeted her.
She pushed past him and into the sitting room. "Can I stay here tonight?"
Fred looked up from the couch. "Sure. What did you do?"
"As recommended by all you idiots, I confessed to our parents that Harry and I are not really together." She dropped on the couch beside her brother. "It went great."
"What did you expect?" George said. "You mess up, you have to accept to consequences. We know how it works."
"I did leave before they could tell them off any further but... I thought I'd feel better." She shook her head and looked over to Fred for advice.
"Just drop by there tomorrow and see how it is going," Fred said. "It's always a good idea to make yourself scarce for a few hours."
The front door opened again, and Ron walked in. "I had a customer that snuck in as I was closing up, so I brought him up." He stepped aside to let Harry in.
"Hi." Harry stepped in, bringing Arnold in his carrier.
"We'll be in the kitchen," Fred said, pulling George along. "Ron." He nodded his head towards the other room.
Ron walked by him, and they all walked into the kitchen and closed the door.
"Ginny," Harry started.
"Hang on." She looked over the couch and noticed a piece of string coming from under the door. She stood up and yanked it, resulting in an 'ow!' from the other side.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
She rolled the string up and tucked it in her pocket. "Extendable ears. I already thought it was suspicious they left without any objection." She sat back down and looked at him. "I know it wasn't fair to you to keep this up. It was starting to weigh on you and I didn't want to see you hurting like that. I couldn't continue being the cause of it."
Harry licked his lips, his eyes flitting over her face. "Thank you."
"I'm sorry I left you there, I just didn't want to hear the rest of it. I'll go back tomorrow and see how they are doing. If I am still allowed in."
"It's not that bad," Harry said. He set Arnold down. "I went in after you left."
Ginny's eyebrows rose in surprise. She hadn't considered Harry going to talk to them. "Oh, Merlin. What did they say?"
Harry offered her a sympathetic smile as he sat down on the couch. "They apologised for your terrible behaviour and that you're a bit headstrong."
"I'm not headstrong," she said.
"That's precisely what I told them," Harry quipped, and she smiled.
"What else?" she asked.
Harry seemed a bit awkward. "Said if I still wish to sleep over for practical reasons, I can take any of the free rooms." He blushed. "Which was a very polite way of telling me not to have sex with their daughter under their roof again."
"Shit." She rubbed her face. She looked at him through her fingers. "I am sorry."
"Which was then followed up with 'obviously in your own home you do what you want, you are grown adults' with a tone I couldn't quite discern?" Harry continued to her horror. "Why on earth would you tell your parents we are sleeping together?"
She groaned. "I don't know. They kind of asked and I was trying not to lie. What did you say?" she asked, wondering if she had to do more damage control tomorrow.
He shook his head. "Nothing. Then they were immensely concerned what was happening with our fur son when we split up in the future."
Ginny glanced at Arnold. "I like where their priorities lie."
"So I told them that you would keep him but I look after him too, and then I took him to emphasize my point." He pointed at Arnold. "He can stay at my home the rest of the week. I think he's adjusted enough to stay alone for a few hours at a time."
She nodded. "Sure."
"And I told them you were over here so they didn't need to file a missing person's report," he told her. He bent down so he was a little closer. "But I would prefer if you came home with me."
"It beats the couch over here," she muttered.
He got up and pulled her up.
"Let me say goodbye to my brothers." She walked to the door and opened it. "I am going to—" She noticed them quickly hiding another piece of string. "Well, guess you already heard."
"Yeah, goodnight," Fred said without any shame.
"So you're going to continue..." George's eyebrows raised suggestively.
She resisted rolling her eyes. "Do you prefer I live on your couch?"
"I don't think mum and dad were that upset," Ron said. "But sure, we do not want a stray sibling on our couch again."
"Thought so." She turned to leave but then paused. She turned her head towards them. "What do you mean again?"
Ron's eyes widened. "Nothing."
Fred and George exchanged looks. She crossed her arms, insisting.
"Bill had a massive fight with Fleur a few weeks back, he spent the week on our couch," George explained. "The things we heard when she came over..."
She frowned. "Have you considered not using those things?" she asked, referring to the extendable ears.
They quickly shook their heads. "It provides us important intel and really it's our place, we are entitled to hear any conversation that goes on here," Fred said.
She decided not to argue. "Good night."
"Bye." They waved. "Bye Harry!"
She walked back to Harry, took up Arnold and waited for Harry to follow her out. She exited through the side entrance.
Harry looked around. "Oh, that's convenient to know," he commented. "I had to brave the public."
"Yeah, this is out of the way and safer to apparate," she clarified. She held out her hand to him.
They settled down in the living room. Ginny took Arnold out of his cage.
"I am assuming you still need to eat dinner?" he asked as he walked to the kitchen.
She nodded. "Yep."
"Good, I picked up food, but you never arrived," Harry said.
"Sorry," she said again. "Should have told you what I was doing but I thought if I freaked out and didn't go through with it... I didn't want to disappoint you."
"Stellar logic," he commented. He walked up to the couch. He leaned his elbows on the back of it. "I do appreciate you doing this. It was weighing on me but... I know telling your parents wasn't easy."
"It was the right thing to do." She looked down at her hands. "I may have to hang out here every night for a while until they've processed that." She glanced back up at him.
He stared at her blankly. "You say that like it's a problem."
"We have had sex almost every time we've spent the night together. I don't think that's realistic if it's every night."
Harry didn't speak, biting the inside of his cheeks. He quirked one eyebrow.
She groaned. "I know it sounds simple to you, but it isn't!"
"You have sex when you're both in the mood." He shrugged. "I thought that's how that goes?"
She pouted at him. "You're being difficult on purpose."
His arm extended and patted her cheek. "I genuinely don't understand what you're getting at."
She grumbled, annoyed she had to spell it out. She sat up on her knees facing him. "We have sex, I sleep in your bed. Yes?"
"Uhm, yes?" Harry replied in confusion.
"If we are not having sex then do I sleep in the guest room? Do we decide which days we are likely having sex? Do I change rooms if we change our mind?" She let out a big sigh. "I just think if I am in your bed and we are not having sex, but we are cuddling—it kind of crosses a border, romantically."
"Sleeping in a bed together is the epitome of romance," Harry replied.
She cocked her head. "Stop making fun of me! This is a genuine concern!"
He bit his lip in a poor attempt to hide his smile. He let out a breath. "You're the one who wants to sleep in my bed wrapped around me like a koala bear. I don't expect sex just because you're in my bed, that's weird. You can sleep in the guest room whenever you feel like it." He walked to the cupboard. "I'll just be concerned." He turned around to her. "If you are freezing to death." He grinned. She didn't reply and he looked in the cupboard and took something out. "Got that splint for little Arnie." He held it up, it was tiny between his fingers.
Ginny picked Arnold off the floor and placed him in her lap. "I'll put it on, I have smaller hands."
Harry scoffed. "I am a Seeker." He sat down across from her. "You hold him and I'll put the splint on. They gave me instructions."
"Oh, alright." She petted Arnold until he was humming happily. She picked him up.
Harry carefully reached out and took his paw. He fiddled with it for a moment but then managed to get it on. He put Arnold back on his legs and looked.
"Handsome lad!" Ginny said. She put Arnold down on the table. "How's that?"
The moment Arnold took a step, he rolled over and then remained that way. Harry reached out and put him back upright. He immediately tilted over and onto his back. They gave him a minute, but he couldn't manage to get upright by himself. After several tries, it seemed that he couldn't manage to walk with it at all, and he had no way of getting right side up by himself.
"Maybe the splint isn't such a good idea," Harry muttered.
Ginny looked closer at Arnold. "Fred and George did say he doesn't have any pain from it, so maybe we should leave it. It doesn't seem to bother him."
Harry picked up the helpless pygmy puff and took the splint off. Arnold then ran up to his shoulder and tucked against Harry's neck. "Good boy, Arnie. You can manage by yourself, can't you?"
Ginny sighed. "It was worth a try. Was it expensive?"
He looked over at the discarded splint. "Not really, don't worry about it."
"How are we on sexy time today?" she asked. "We can have dinner after."
He gasped and covered Arnold. "Not in front of the kid!"
She shook her head and plucked Arnold off his shoulder. "Go on, Arnold. Your water is over there." She placed him down on the floor. The pygmy puff hopped away with a few happy chirps.
"Really nice," Harry commented. "Neglecting him because you're horny."
Ginny glanced over the back of the couch. Arnold was chasing after a spider as fast as he could, rolling towards it to catch it, his tongue reaching out in an attempt to lick the spider, but it remained barely out of reach. "I think he's fine."
Ginny sat closer to Harry. Her hand landed on his knee. Harry eyed her in amusement, his head turned towards her. Her hand slid up his thigh slowly. She captured his lips and he kissed her back slowly. It bothered her his hands hadn't reached out to her yet.
"You're really going to make me work for it?" she asked as she leaned way ever so slightly.
His eyes danced over her face. "You make me work for it all the time."
She turned more towards him. "Because you like that."
"Do I?" His hand guided her leg over his lap, and she sat down.
Her hand slipped over his bicep and over his shoulder up to his neck. Her fingers settled against his jaw. She kissed him softly. Her other hand went under his shirt, touching the bare skin, seeking out a reaction. He smiled against her lips.
"Are you not touching me?" she asked.
He chuckled. He pushed her hair out of the way so he could whisper in her ear. "I am not as impatient as you are. I can wait."
He pushed his hand against her hip, and she got off his lap. He stood up.
"How do you say it?" he said as he walked off and up the stairs. "Undress me, Ginny."
She walked into the hallway and looked up to see Harry take his shirt off halfway up the stairs. She followed him up and stopped him from taking off his own trousers. "Alright, you've made your point."
"Give up control a little..." he suggested.
"You can always blindfold me, that ought to slow me down," she suggested with a smile.
Harry paused. "I can't tell if that was a joke or not."
"It was," she said. She took a step closer. "But I am up for it," she said huskily.
Harry kept looking at her for another moment and then he nodded. He ducked into the closet and took out a scarf. He stood in front of her again. "Do you trust me?"
She nodded. "Yeah," she said without a doubt.
"I am going to charm it to only release when I touch it," he said.
She chuckled. "I think you know me too well. This has been going on too long."
Harry hummed in agreement. Then he put the scarf over her eyes and tied it in the back, then he put the charm on it. "Is that fine?"
"Yes."
It was definitely a thrilling new sensation. Not relying on her vision, she was even more aware of his touches. He took her shirt off slowly, then her bra. She kept her hands to herself but when he leaned in to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around him.
He kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her back. His lips moved to her jaw. He took her hands and led them to his trousers. She undid the button and pulled down the zipper. She was about to push them down when Harry stepped out of her reach. She pouted as she heard him take his trousers off by himself.
"Come back."
She walked forward towards the noise. Her foot caught on a discarded garment—possibly her bra–and she lost her balance. She had barely begun to fall or Harry's hands grabbed onto her and pulled her back upright.
"Are you kidding me?" he let out.
She smiled apologetically. She reached out to him to confirm he was naked. He was. She slid her hand down to his butt. "You like catching me."
"You like giving me heart attacks." He picked her up and then gently dropped her on the bed. "Stay."
"Yes, Sir."
Harry snorted. She could hear he was out of reach.
Her hands came to her breasts, squeezing them teasingly. "You better be looking."
"I am looking." His voice came from above her. She reached out. "Ow."
"Sorry." She adjusted her hand against his cheek. "Good thing you're wearing your glasses."
"I have a game very soon, it would be appreciated if you didn't poke my eyes out," he replied. He pulled her hand down.
She was shut up by Harry's lips. He continued to undress her. He settled on top of her. His hand ran up her leg and then played with her clit.
When Harry deemed she was ready enough, he positioned his cock against her, it was all slow so she'd have enough warning without being able to see. Her hand landed on his hip so she could feel his movement. He pushed in slowly.
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "You're being particularly patient."
"I am trying," she quipped.
He thrust in a few times before she stopped him.
"What?" he asked quietly.
She was so aware of his body now, everywhere their skin touched and slid together she could feel it. "I want to be on top."
It was silent for a moment. "Alright." He pulled out and his weight moved off her.
She sat up.
"Don't get on top by yourself," he warned. "This could end really badly."
"I know." She waited until Harry's hands found her waist and let him guide her to him.
Her hand reached out. "Let me just find your dick."
"Oi!"
She smiled. "I didn't mean it like that. It's very size—" Harry's hand came over hers and wrapped around the base of his cock.
"Well, I am glad I didn't get to hear the end of that sentence." His hand led her knee over his hips.
She guided him straight back in and he moaned. She started moving and then stalled. She hadn't realised how much she had relied on her vision to move confidently. "I don't know what I'm doing." She was reduced to a fit of giggles as she slumped against Harry's chest.
One of his hands came to rest on her back. "I don't think I've ever reduced a girl to laughter while on my cock."
She laughed again. "First time for everything."
Harry hummed. "There are a lot of firsts with you."
She took a deep breath. "I am honoured."
"You should be." His hand moved to her hips. "I'll guide you," he said gently.
With Harry guiding her hips they finally settled into a rhythm. They both stopped talking for a while.
"You must know," he said between moans. "This is a sight to behold."
She really should let things slip once in a while, but she couldn't resist. "Aren't I always?"
It was silent for a beat. He pushed in deeper. "You are."
Her cheeks heated up at the reply. Harry's hand stilled and she stopped too. He rolled them over, his hand behind her head to brace her.
Harry settled against her again and he kissed her as he thrust into her, picking up the pace. She wrapped her arms around him, helping her feel his body moving on top of her.
She moaned. "More."
Harry went faster, pushing in deeper. His breath hitched and his hand gripped her tighter so he could drive in faster. She could feel her orgasm build. Her hand buried in his hair.
Harry's voice was breathy. "I'm close."
She opened her eyes but all she saw was dark. "Take it off," she ordered. "I want to see."
Without stopping, his hand went behind her head and undid the scarf. She blinked for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the light and then looked into Harry's sweet green eyes. His cheeks were flushed as she had expected.
He grinned eagerly at her. "Hey."
She hummed in reply and then pulled him closer again. "Right there."
Harry pushed in the exact same way. She had to resist not screaming out but her expression must've been enough because he did it again and again until she was pulled over the edge. Clutching on to him desperately and trying not to give him too many new scratch marks, she came hard. Harry followed quickly, burying himself deep inside her.
After another deep breath from Harry, he pulled out and laid down beside her. He pulled her into his embrace. "You okay?" His fingers moved a strand of hair that stuck to her sweaty face out of the way. "You look rather... flushed."
"It was intense in a new kind of way," she said.
He nodded. "Should just tie you up next time, then you'll have to keep your hands to yourself."
She chuckled. "Now there's an idea."
"Have you ever done that?" he asked.
"Once." She looked at him with a smile. "But I did the tying up."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "Did you enjoy it?"
She shrugged. "It was okay. Not really."
"Why not?"
She smirked as she looked at him. "I like to be touched."
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You do indeed."
Ginny looked down at herself. "Should shower," she muttered. "But I also can't be arsed."
He grabbed onto her and sat up so she was on his lap. In reflex she tightened her legs around his waist and before she had any chance of processing what was going on, he had pushed off and carried her towards the bathroom.
"Wow," she let out. "What a service. What else do you do?"
Harry stalled in the doorway of the bathroom. "I babysit your pet, I cook, sex, shower. What else do you want, woman?"
She laughed, letting herself hang but keeping a tight grip on his shoulders. "I honestly don't know why you put up with me. The sex can't be that good."
His expression fell somewhat. "You're the only one who gives an actual damn about me." He put her down on the counter. "You show up."
"Of course, I show up," she said. "That's what friends do. I care."
A muscle jumped in his jaw and then he stepped away to turn the shower on. "The sex is also that good."
Ginny looked over at the shower. "Are we having sex in the shower?"
"Can't," he deadpanned. "It's in my contract."
She blinked. "Oh." She shook her head warily.
Harry grinned. "You almost believed that, didn't you?" He held out his hand. "Come on, I'll show you my shower skills. I hope you like suds."
Ginny walked into the Burrow in the morning, just to check how her parents were doing. She found only her mother at home. She was at the head of the table reading the Daily Prophet with a cup of tea.
"Morning," she said uneasily.
Her mother looked up. "Morning. Don't you have training?"
She nodded. "I do. I just wanted to check in first. I know I left abruptly."
Molly sighed and sat back in her chair. "Sit down."
Ginny walked up to her and sat down. Wordlessly her mother waved her wand and a steaming cup of tea landed in front of her. Sugar and milk were added just the way she liked it. She looked up at her mum.
"I don't understand why you lied to me out of all people," Molly said. "But I also don't know what it's like to be in such a public relationship—that's not even real—and I know how much attention you've been garnering this season, good and bad."
"They jumped that on us and I had a concussion, Harry kept showing up." She shook her head. "I just did what was easiest then, but I didn't know it was going to last longer than a week or two. I know it's not an excuse..."
"It's complicated," her mum said.
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Did you even know Harry before this?" she asked. "I thought you did but now..."
She stirred her tea and took the spoon out. "He was an acquaintance. At those Quidditch events, we would see each other and at games as well. We had talked once or twice but nothing substantial." She sipped her tea. "Thankfully we do get along, or this would have been hell."
"You do," Molly said. "Do you think it's wise you're sleeping with him?"
She winced. "I was hoping you weren't going to bring that up again."
Her mum raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Did you spend the night there again?"
"Yes," Ginny admitted. "Look, we have to spend time together regardless. We need to convince people we are actually together and... have you never had a man you had the hots for, plain and simple?"
"Yes," Molly said calmly. "I married him."
"Mum!" she let out in surprise.
Her mother cleared her throat. "If you're at that point already I don't see why you don't simply date him."
"It's not like that," she said dismissively, sipping her tea again.
"You are spending a ton of time with him, you are clearly into him and you are sleeping at him." Molly looked down at the newspaper. "Just call it what it is."
Ginny shook her head adamantly. "Dating him could actually get me in trouble at the League, believe it or not." She shifted in her seat. "We were both very clear about what we agreed on at the start. It's not like there's feelings involved."
Her mum frowned. "Sure... If you say so." She patted Ginny's arm.
"I've got to run or I'll be late for practice. Are we okay?" she asked carefully.
Molly nodded. "Yes. I am still a bit peeved... but I'll get over it."
She smiled. "I am sorry." She stood up. "And thank you." She walked to the door when her mother spoke again, and she turned around.
"Don't play with Harry's feelings either," she warned.
She nodded. "He is fine, mum. And he's my friend, I wouldn't want to hurt him." She smiled to accentuate her point.
Molly didn't seem convinced. "Okay. I am just telling you. You tend to talk first..."
"And think next." She nodded. "I know. And Harry knows it too. Bye mum, have to run!"
A/N: One day Harry is going to let Ginny finish a sentence about his dick, but today is not that day.
At least Mrs Weasley can face the truth, aye? Now if only THEY would..
heh.
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