A/N: Yes, this turned into a longfic even though I said no new WIPs... Oopsie
This is rated explicit but it is not full smut. But there are some scenes that I think warrant the E rating..
It's banter, it's teasing and it is oblivious pining because they are definitely not in love.

Ginny walked into the bathroom after breakfast to get ready for the day. She brushed her teeth and then pulled her hair into a ponytail for practice. Her head hardly hurt anymore. She was about to get dressed when she heard her mum shouting.

She popped her head out of the bathroom. "What?"

Her mum stood at the foot of the stairs. "Harry is here again."

She groaned. She didn't remember everything from dinner, but enough to know he had no reason to be here this early. She looked at her sleep dress and decided that she was dressed enough to see him. "Why?" she asked as she walked down the stairs.

Her mum handed her the Daily Prophet. "I assume it is about this."

Ginny's eyes flitted over the article as she walked towards the kitchen. She watched as she fell into his arms unconsciously again and again. She looked up to see him stand in the middle of the kitchen awkwardly. She nodded with her chin towards the door. He walked outside and she followed. She turned the corner to the side of the house where the sun was coming up so she could catch some heat from the first rays.

"We need to talk about that," Harry said.

She sighed. "It's an article, it's full of speculation. It'll be over in a week, you know that."

He nodded, his eyes observing her. "I thought so too but I already got an owl from management about it," he said. "I think they may want to spin a story."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I cost us the game... They aren't happy about it. To save my arse I could say we have been dating..." he said. "That's all I got."

She hit him with the newspaper. "Are you out of your mind? You know if we don't alert them of relationships, we get in trouble. Are you trying to get us both disqualified?"

Harry grimaced. "Either way, they may still want us to present as a couple for a while."

"Well, don't look so pained." She scoffed. "You wish you could be so lucky." She turned around to go back inside but he grabbed onto her arm.

She spun back around and he was suddenly much closer than he was before. His green eyes were intense, his lips slightly parted... they looked so soft. Then he dipped down, his hands coming to her face and he kissed her. Before she had time to register what was happening, he had already disconnected from her and briskly walked to the apparition point.

"Wait!" Ginny said, running after him.

When he was at the apparition point, he turned back around. "Look, I am sorry."

He spun on the spot, and she reached out to stop him from going.

Two seconds later her bare feet landed on the doorstep of a house with a white door. She looked at Harry in utter disbelief. Then she heard cameras click and they both looked up. She let go of his arm and followed as he pulled her inside.

The door closed, tuning out the clicking sounds of the cameras. She turned around at him. He was furious.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he yelled. "Are you trying to get splinched?!"

"Who kisses someone and then leaves?!" she shot back. She turned around and took a deep breath. She held onto the door. "They saw me, dressed like this... that'll make the front page for sure." She whipped back around. "How convenient for you, who is going to believe we are not dating now? Did you kiss me on purpose?"

"Who just grabs onto someone as they're trying to Apparate?!" he retorted.

"Why in Merlin's pants did you kiss me?" she bit.

He shrugged. "Fuck do I know! You were looking at me like that and you know this whole mess has messed me up. My team is giving me shit for saving you and I can't decide if I did the right thing catching you or if I should've gone for the Snitch... at least maybe if there was an explanation..." He glanced away.

"Good to know you kissed me out of self-pity," she said. He looked back up at her. "And I wasn't looking at you like that." His eyebrows raised in disbelief and she looked down at the ground to avoid his piercing gaze. "Okay, maybe I was. It doesn't matter. I am already late for practice."

"We can't leave this unresolved," Harry tried to stop her from leaving.

She sighed. "Look, they may spin this any way. I'm sure my management will too." She chewed her lip. She really needed to go. "I can check in with you after dinner when we know what they had to say and we'll see. We know what will be in the papers tomorrow."

He nodded silently.

She stepped towards the door but halted. She groaned again. "I can't go outside like this a second time and give them more photos."

"Hang on just a moment." He walked to the closet in the hallway and picked up something. "Invisibility cloak. Take it."

She took it from him and let the satin-like fabric slide through her fingers. "Wow, that's high quality."

He shoved his hands into his pockets. "It is an heirloom, so I do need it back."

She nodded. "Thanks. You'll get it back tonight." She draped the cloak over her.

He opened the door and sent some surprisingly strong hexes towards the reporters, who all scattered. She disapparated back home, in a rush to get dressed.

She stood on his front doorstep again, having neglected to use the cloak again. It was no use after that conversation with her management and at least she was dressed decently this time.

He opened the door and lead her in. She handed him the covered plate her mum had insisted to bring along with his cloak. "Leftover treacle tart from yesterday, my mum insisted."

He set both down on the credenza. "Tell her thanks." He opened the door to his living room. "Come in."

She walked in and looked at him, crossing her arms over her body. "Well, I am pretty sure your management talked to mine, so you know that they want us to pretend to be a couple."

He nodded. "Yes. I understand why my team does. Me entirely missing the Snitch reflected badly on the team. But why does yours?"

"Unfortunately, I am Quidditch Quarrel's most eligible Chaser of the season. A juicy story sells tickets ..." She put on a fake smile. "And it discourages the craziest of the fanboys if I am not available."

"Or they want revenge," Harry thought out loud. "Are they that bad?"

"I am not allowed to open my own fan mail," she replied as an explanation.

He nodded in understanding. "So we have to make a few public appearances together." He sat down in a chair.

"I am sure we can manage that," Ginny said, trying to figure out how they should go about this. "We just need to coordinate." She tilted her head, another idea popping into her head. She blurted out. "We could be fuck buddies."

Harry's head shot up. "What?"

"Fuck buddies," she repeated. "You know, when—"

"I know what it means," he responded with a frown. "I just think it's a bad idea."

"If we don't have any type of intimacy, people are going to catch on immediately that this isn't real. It would be easier to sell it."

He shook his head. "No. I am worried I'll catch feelings for you and then we have a much bigger problem."

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

"You think that's funny?" he asked.

"A little," she admitted. She walked closer to him. "It doesn't have to be complicated. I think we have established we are attracted to each other. It's only complicated if you make it complicated."

"If you want to establish intimacy, really we only need to have sex once," he argued as his eyes remained focused on her.

She bent down, her hands landing on the armrests as her face came closer to his. "You're bargaining sex? Pathetic, Potter."

He looked at her smugly. "Haven't found anything that goes with 'Harry' yet, huh?"

"I am working on it," she said, ignoring her burning cheeks. "Close your eyes."

His eyebrows raised but then he closed his eyes. She put her knee beside him on the chair, so that she wouldn't topple over. Her hand came to his face and then she leaned in again. Their lips met again, not rushed this time. This time she actually had the opportunity to process how his lips felt, sweetly moving against hers.

She leaned away softly. "That's how you properly kiss someone, by the way." She offered him a teasing smile.

"Hey, that wasn't—"

She wasn't interested in his reply, he was simply easy to tease. She kissed him again. He inhaled sharply and then leaned back into her. She put her other knee on the chair too, straddling him and his hands moved to her waist to pull her closer. She settled on his lap, both her hands holding his head to guide him with her. His tongue teased her lips and she opened them softly, their kiss growing more intense. One of his hands ran up her back, the other travelling down, caressing her bum, then sliding down to her thigh.

"Where's your bedroom?" she asked breathlessly.

He met her eyes. "Why? Are you in a hurry?"

"Foreplay is nice," Ginny replied, eyes locked with him. "But we can skip the pleasantries, can't we?"

"You're out of luck because I really enjoy it," he told her. "And you wanted to build intimacy, didn't you?"

"Didn't think you needed it, to be fair." She grinded against him and he moaned through gritted teeth. "But fine."

He took hold of her waist. "Fine, then I'll give in, and we can go upstairs." He picked her up and put her softly down on the floor as he stood up. "How's your head by the way?" he asked as he walked up the stairs in front of her.

"Fine." She noticed his worried look. "I was cleared for physical activity but have to be careful about a double concussion. So as long as you don't bonk my head against a wall..."

"Right, no bonking," he replied. "Your head anyway."

She chuckled. "Precisely."

Harry looked into his room for a moment. "Well, it doesn't look like an explosion went off for once but it's not ... as tidy as I would like."

She snorted and walked past him. "I am not your girlfriend, Harry. You don't need to impress me." She walked into the room. The bed wasn't made and there were clothes discarded messily on a chair, but it was otherwise clean. "It smells like you."

"I do live here," he muttered as he closed the door.

She smiled. "No, most guys' rooms smell musty... I have six brothers," she clarified. "This is pleasant."

He looked at her in amusement.

"Pants off, Potter," she said.

"See that's why I need foreplay, can't say that's really ... enticing," he commented.

"Woo me then, Harry," she said, using his first name on purpose.

The side of his mouth quirked. He stepped to her. He used the belt loops of her jeans to pull her closer and then ran his thumbs across the skin right above it, teasing it softly. She watched his expression. His eyes were softly focused on her as his hands pushed her shirt and sweater up, his hands gently moved up her sides. Her heartbeat picked up and she breathed out slowly. Every move of his hands felt strangely intimate as he focused on her completely. His hands tensed a little as he guided her towards the bed. She got onto it and turned to him. He hovered over her, leading her hand to his shirt and she pulled it off, enjoying the sight of his toned chest. She hadn't expected anything less from a professional Quidditch player.

She followed his lead as he took her sweater and shirt off and surely the bra was next but ... no. Harry didn't seem quite done. He opened her trousers but left them on too. His hand slid across her stomach and his hand settled against her ribcage as he left kisses across her skin, slowly making his way down. He pulled down her underwear just a little and left a kiss there too, before letting the band of her underwear snap back into place.

"How's the wooing going for you?" he asked as his eyes landed on her face.

She blinked. "What?"

He quirked an eyebrow, looking far too smug, the cocky bastard.

"My turn," she said but he shook his head.

"No, you're impatient and you're just going to rush through it," he said.

She nudged her knee against his hip. "Yeah."

"Look, I promise the reward will be worth it," he told her, his eyes locked with hers as he hovered over her again.

She frowned. "What's the reward?"

He chuckled and then shook his head before his eyes focused on hers again. "Orgasm, of course. And a good one at that." He paused. "Well, I don't want to oversell. I'll give you a money-back guarantee."

She snorted, her hand lifting and coming to the back of his head. "I don't remember paying you."

"True," he agreed. "But this is an exchange. So I won't cum until you do."

"Ha!" She couldn't help laughing at it, it was a ridiculous idea. Harry waited patiently for her to be done laughing. Her laughter faltered. "Oh, you're serious."

"Why shouldn't I be?" he replied.

"Excuse me, but I know 'men', you know as a species and I just don't think..." She shook her head. "Don't think that's going to happen. Do you have balls of steel?" She glanced down. "Oh my god, do you have actual balls of steel? Can I touch them?"

"Maybe if you stop talking, I'll continue," he retorted. "I can't say I can always guarantee it, but I can this time and seeing as we're only doing this once."

"Sure. You tell yourself that, hot-shot Harry," she said.

He grinned. "Found one, did you?"

She nodded. "I'll only take it back if you make good on your promise. Now continue."

"Just know, that's not how you use the phrase 'balls of steel', he commented.

"Oh, so hot-shot Harry took Muggle Studies." She paused. "Wait, you must be around my age, you weren't at Hogwarts."

"Home-schooled. Now will you please shut up?" he asked.

"I never shut up," — The rest of her sentence was lost as he crashed his mouth on hers again.

Ginny thought she had finally gotten under his skin enough for him to speed up but then the kissing slowed down again as they slowly explored each other's mouths. His right hand went up her back, pulling her off the mattress as his fingers found the band of her bra. Without fumbling, it opened at once when he hooked his thumb behind it.

She moved to look at him in surprise. "Must be those nimble Seeker fingers," she noted.

His eyes sparkled. "I do try to put them to good use," he replied and then he kissed her again. She moved to remove her bra. She slipped it off and threw it aside and Harry moved in closer, finally, some skin connecting to skin. She arched her body into him and she could feel him smile against her lips.

"Patience is a virtue," he said.

Her nose pressed against his cheek. "I think you could argue nothing about this is virtuous but then you still do have your trousers on so..."

His head moved down her body. "This is driving you nuts, isn't it?" His mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking the nub as he cupped both of her breasts.

She wanted to reply, she really wanted to, but she hoped if she remained silent, maybe he'd move along. Her hands came to his head, fingers going through his already messy hair, egging him on.

His mouth slowly let go of her nipple and he looked up at her. "The silence is unsettling."

"If I have any objections, I'll tell you," she spoke.

He nodded slowly. "I ... I gathered that yeah."

He sat up and undid the button of his trousers. She slapped his hand away and took the zipper, pulling it down painstakingly slow before pushing the trousers off his hips altogether.

Harry made more than good on his promise. She released the grip on his arm as she took a deep breath in. His nose was pressed against her cheek as he stilled too. For a moment all that could be heard in the room were their ragged breaths.

Harry lifted his head and locked eyes with her. Her face scrunched up in annoyance, her fiery gaze locked on him.

"Oh, what's that expression?" he said. "There's a lot going on."

"No, I am terribly annoyed because you were right. Why did we agree on only doing this one time?" she complained, the annoyance clear in her voice. "It was so good my foot cramped up."

He nodded silently, an expression of curiosity on his face. He moved and came to lie beside her. "Which foot?"

"Left one," she responded as she shifted onto her side to face him.

He reached for her foot and brought it up, running his thumb along the arch. "Here?"

She nodded and he continued massaging her foot until the muscle relaxed.

"Have feelings for me yet?" she asked with a grin.

His thumb halted its movement. He chuckled. "No. Are you happy now?"

"I'm bargaining," she said, pulling her foot out of his hands and scooting closer to him. "I would argue that if we don't get out of bed, if we do it again it still counts as one time."

"Fine, but don't think this means you can skip the foreplay," he agreed after a moment of contemplation.

She slumped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Again?"

"I've already proven it's worth it," he told her confidently.

She looked at him. "Is it worth it for you too?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Because most of the attention was on me."

He pulled her closer, his hand slid down her back and cupped her ass. "That's what I like. Seeing someone react... and I last longer if I am not... you know." He blushed slightly. "Doesn't mean you can't switch it around of course but... I guess I just prefer it like that."

"Well, you won't hear me complain twice," she said.

"I really won't," he replied with a lift of his eyebrow.

"Right, right," she said. "Not doing this again. Frankly, I think that's a waste of our forced time spent together."

"No one knows what we do behind closed doors," Harry argued.

"Exactly."

"Turn around," he said.

She turned on her other side hesitantly. Then he pulled her against himself, his arms circling her, his leg draped over hers. He kissed her shoulder blade, his hands roaming over her skin again.

"When you said I couldn't handle you yesterday, I understand what you meant now," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked, enjoying the way his fingers caressed her skin.

"You're like a force of nature. You have a bright personality but by Merlin, you are not one to be messed with."

She leaned into his hand. "Good you figured that out. So you know there's no 'handling' me?"

He chuckled, pressing his hand flat against her skin. "You don't work against a force of nature. But you can work with it."

"That's not a bad observation, to be honest." She turned around in his arms.

He raised his eyebrows. "Look at you not listening."

She chuckled. "I listened a lot earlier." Her fingers tickled his side and the muscle tensed. She moved her hand up his chest slowly. "I never understood how a tall guy like you could be one of the best Seekers out there but now I've seen all your moves, I get it now. You're quick, agile and your hands are skilled." She pushed him onto his back and he only reluctantly moved with her. She sat on top of his stomach.

"Ginny."

She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take it slow, but you're listening to me now."

He eyed her silently. "Alright."

She leaned down to him, guiding his hand to her back and she kissed him slowly. Her fingers danced against his skin. Her lips moved to his jaw and kissed down his neck to his chest. "Keep looking at me."

He nodded, his eyes fixated on hers.