A/N: Our two lovers in denial are back!
I felt like this chapter was surprisingly long and I tried to get it shorter but I felt all the moments added something and splitting it up just didn't make sense.
I have had a very odd weekend so without further ado, chapter:
Ginny plopped down beside Harry on his couch.
"Have you recovered from your memory embarrassment?" Harry asked with a small smile.
She nodded, looking at him. "Mostly." She cut to the chase. "Did your management also talk to you?"
"Due to unseen record ticket sales, we have decided you shall maintain your relationship with Miss Weasley for a longer period," Harry quoted. "Yeah." His expression was unreadable.
"If we both win our next game, we will be up against each other again," she mused. "I am willing to bet they want to see how that plays out." She shook her head.
Harry folded his hands together. "Apparently people are already placing bets on the outcome of the game if we're up against each other."
Ginny blew air out of her mouth. "Are we that interesting?"
Harry shrugged and turned to her. He looked rather solemn. "I wanted to talk to you." He looked down for a moment. "If we are keeping this up for a longer time, possibly until the end of the season, we have to consider dating."
Ginny squinted at him. "What do you mean?"
"We're both kind of stuck in a public relationship... If either of us wants to date in the meanwhile, I think we should discuss that," Harry told her.
She chuckled. "Everyone knows about us; where do you think I'm getting a date?"
He scratched his neck. "I don't know. Sometimes those things happen. I'm just saying if you want to date someone in secret, you should go for it. You're not stuck with me."
"I won't," she replied. "But you can go ahead if you want to." She wanted to tell him not to. She preferred their little situation over the mess of dating, but he should have a choice as well. This could last for months.
Harry shook his head. "I won't. With cases like Romilda..." He leaned against the back of the couch. "I am hesitant."
She nodded. "Fine, so we both won't date. I think that's probably the safest anyway." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Besides it's difficult to explain to a potential date how you're my fake-boyfriend I am also fucking."
Harry shoved her softly, amused. "Maybe don't say that..." He cocked his head. "In that case, we should probably stop having sex with each other."
"Probably?" she repeated in amusement.
"Should," he said with a nod. "Then we definitely should stop having sex with each other."
She patted his thigh. "I will not be dating. We can continue this," she replied. "This arrangement would be much less fun without sex."
He gasped dramatically. "You don't enjoy spending time with me if it isn't for sex?" He dropped his head in his hands. "I thought we had become friends!"
"We are," she said, putting her hands on his shoulder and leaning her chin on it. She looked up at him. "We are good friends even." She batted her eyelashes. "It's just that since we are not dating, not being able to have sex for that long would kind of suck."
Harry let out an honest laugh. "It's not like I was having much sex while single."
"Neither was I," she clarified quickly. "But the possibility of it is half the fun."
He nodded. "Right. Then that is settled. It's time for our date."
"Diagon Alley, so romantic," she muttered as she pushed off the couch.
"They want the reporters to have more possibilities by being in a 'Wizarding' space... All up close and personal," he told her. He stood up too and turned towards her. "I am a fair dueller, so if they need to back off... you got me."
She laughed. "Oh, Harry." She shook her head in amusement.
"What?" He folded his arms. "You think I can't manage some reporters?"
She bit her lip. "No, no. I totally believe you can. It's amusing that you think I need you for that. I can handle myself."
He paused for a moment, his eyes dancing over her face. "You seem a little overconfident. But I will choose to believe you."
She breathed in deeply and decided to let it slip. She stepped around him. "Let's go on our date, lover."
"Sure, dearest," he responded. "Come on then."
As soon as they exited the Leaky Cauldron, the reporters surrounded them, cameras flashing and yelling questions. Harry searched for her hand and grabbed it tightly. She was worried they'd both fall over in the pushing. They ducked into the first shop they could find. People were still ogling them, but at least the reporters had to stay outside. They glanced around and found themselves in Quality Quidditch Supplies. Everyone in the shop recognised them immediately.
"It's them!" Someone let out loudly.
They ended up backed up in a corner, giving out autographs. When a clutch of young witches fawned over Harry, Ginny snuck away and made her way to the till.
She smiled in greeting at Mr Wallus, who owned the shop. "Do you have the latest broom catalogue for me?" she asked.
"Of course, Miss Weasley." He reached under the counter and put it in front of her.
Harry, having escaped his admirers, walked up to her. "Brooms?"
She smiled. "I used to come in here when I was a kid. We could never afford a new broom; it was a second-hand Cleansweep or nothing..." She flipped the page. "I would go through this and dream of all the brooms I could get."
"I was as happy as anyone to hear she made it professional," Mr Wallus said, reminiscing out loud. "I could tell she had a real passion for it."
"Do you have any news on those brooms from Ireland?" she asked in a whisper.
Mr Wallus nodded with much excitement. "Word has it they will be given first to the World Cup team."
She looked at Harry. "We need to get on the team, both of us! Imagine getting our hands on those brooms first!"
"So I take it you signed up?" Mr Wallus asked, not at all curious.
She nodded quietly. "Life-long ambition. Whenever you can pre-order, put my name down, will you?"
"Of course!"
Ginny handed the catalogue back and turned to Harry. "You're not up for the best broom on the market?"
He shrugged. "I prefer to fly whatever the team is flying on, then it's consistent."
Ginny rolled her eyes and faced Mr Wallus. "I must go with my boyfriend before they wreak havoc on your shop."
"Nonsense, you're good for business. So are your brothers..." he said with a chuckle.
She nodded. "They do bring a lot of people into Diagon Alley. I must be off. Thank you!"
"Anytime!" Mr Wallus said, waving them off.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand before they exited the shop. Though going inside had given them temporary relief from the incessant reporters, now more had accumulated outside.
Harry paused in the doorway. "Florean usually makes sure I have a quiet spot, fancy an ice cream?"
"Always," she said.
Ginny was glad she got to follow Harry as he pushed through the crowd and she simply had to follow. It felt somewhat like a toddler on a walk with their parent, but at least they managed to reach Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour swiftly.
Florean offered them a booth in a corner but by a window, which was just perfect for them. They'd be out of the way but still in view of the reporters behind the glass.
"I'll have a strawberry sundae," Ginny said, handing her menu back.
"For me the hot fudge sundae." He looked up. "Do you still have those mini ice cream sandwiches with the different flavours?"
Florean nodded. "Yes, those too?"
"Yes, just a few to share," Harry said, handing his menu back too.
"Alright, coming right up," Florean said, walking off to put their order in.
Ginny cocked her head. "To share?" she asked.
"My dearest," Harry said, leaning his chin on his fist. "This is a date."
"I completely forgot," she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned closer. "Do you charm girls with the ice cream sandwiches?"
"Ha." Harry shook his head as he smiled. "That's a little insulting. I have more game than that."
She blinked innocently.
"And we were both garnering reporter attention before all of this. I prefer to go to Muggle places, which you already knew." He folded his hands. "I just love the ice cream sandwiches, and I thought you may like them too."
She shut up. She felt a little embarrassed, but he was just so easy to tease.
"Tell me, how much game do you have?" Harry asked in return.
Her fingers tapped on the wood of the table. "I am the season's most eligible Chaser." She frowned. "I am not sure how I got that actually."
"Now don't play coy, Ginny." He looked her up and down. "But that's beside the point. Those magazines can be as wrong or right as they want." He shook his head. "I want to know your moves."
She thought it over for a moment. She couldn't pinpoint anything specific. "I don't have moves. People like me or they don't." She shrugged.
Harry looked at her a little dumbfounded. "You're serious?"
Florean came back with their ice cream.
Ginny focused back on Harry as she picked up her spoon. "Most people don't have moves, Harry. You catch someone's eye."
Harry plonked his spoon in his ice cream and his fists hit the table with a little bit of force. "Yes, they do!" He took up his spoon again and took a bite of ice cream. "Have you ever even made the first move?"
She eyed the ice cream sandwiches. They did look good. "I guess not." Her eyes widened. "I did kiss you first."
Harry scoffed. "That doesn't count. We're not dating." He scooped some whipped cream. "And that's not a move. That's going straight in."
She chuckled. "Are you regretting giving me that memory back?" she asked.
Harry nodded adamantly. "Tremendously."
"I suppose you did make the first move," Ginny told him. She noticed Harry had some whipped cream on his lip.
"That's not a move either!" He shook his head. "That was a necessary action to save your life."
She reached out and wiped the whipped cream off. Harry stalled and looked at her.
"Okay, I don't have any moves and I know nothing about it," she conceded.
"Apparently," Harry replied. He reached out to the ice cream sandwiches. He took one up and then offered it to her. As she was about to bite into it, he did too.
"That's going to make a great picture," Ginny said, leaning away again with a mouthful of ice cream sandwich.
Harry smiled. "I think so. Do you like it?"
She glanced down at her sundae. "... Yes."
"You don't have moves, because you don't need it?" he asked. "Because you have dated."
"I have," she replied with a smile. "Aren't you happy to get with someone who is obviously so wanted?"
He shrugged. "It's like buying a ticket for the amusement park and not being able to go on any of the rides."
Her eyebrows rose. "Honey, I think you've been on the ride." She winked.
A soft blush ghosted his cheeks. "That's not the whole dating package. It's like one of those parks where you have to pay per ride."
She snorted and picked up another sandwich, inspecting it to discern the flavour.
"Pistachio-chocolate," Harry clarified.
She nodded and bit into it. "Then what's your favourite ride? The splash mountain, spinning the teacups... or —"
"That's enough out of you," he said, shoving the remainder of the ice cream sandwich in her hand towards her mouth.
She dodged it. "I did warn you that you couldn't handle me," she added, placing it down.
"Yeah, I heard you. I didn't sign up for this."
Her gaze dropped. "Right." She prodded around her sundae and took a few bites, avoiding his gaze.
"Hey," he said softly. "I didn't mean anything with it."
She nodded, still not looking at him. "No, I understand. We're both in this whether we like it or not. And I said we can continue with sex, but I didn't leave you a choice." She met his eyes. "I just assumed..."
Harry sighed. He stood up and then scooted onto the seat beside her. "Have I given you the impression I no longer want sex?"
"Well, no..." she said, avoiding meeting his gaze once again.
Then his hand was on her leg, squeezing her knee before moving up, softly caressing the inside of her thigh. When she looked up at him, he captured her lips. She put her spoon down softly, in favour of dragging her fingers across his jawline.
He let go of her lips and then moved down, kissing her neck.
She objected softly. "Harry, that's going to make the front page." Her fist clenched as Harry's tongue licked her pulse point.
"Oh no," he said with faked worry. "Whatever will your mother say?" He placed another kiss on her neck and then looked up with a grin.
"Alright," Ginny gave in. "You've made your point." She pulled his hand from between her legs before he continued, and she'd have to suggest returning home early.
Harry remained next to her and pulled his ice cream towards him. "Want to taste?"
She nodded and he scooped a little and then offered her the spoon. She took her sweet time taking the bite off the spoon, her lips tightening around it as she kept eye contact with him. He pulled the spoon back.
"Wow, that's sweet," she commented. The hot fudge was very sugary.
He shrugged. "I am a bit of a sweet tooth."
"Clearly," she said with a chuckle. She chewed her lip and looked at him. "I feel like I give you a hard time all the time."
"We all have our flaws, yours is that you talk before you think," he said.
She sighed. "And instead of back-pedalling, I dig myself further into a hole..."
He snorted. "At least you're aware of it."
"What are your flaws?" she asked him.
He took up the last ice cream sandwich. "Split?"
"Sure," she replied.
He broke it in half and gave her the other half. "I am... prone to brooding."
She frowned. "I have never seen you brood."
"It's difficult to do when you're around," he replied with a smug smile. "Don't really get the time to get into my own head."
She chuckled and bit into her piece of ice cream sandwich. "You're welcome."
"And there is the endless foreplay, of course," he teased. "Terrible flaw."
"I—" She closed her mouth again and offered him an annoyed look. "That's not a flaw."
"Starting to like it, huh?" He bumped his shoulder against hers.
"In my defence," she started, biting back a smile. "I thought it would mean sex would be too short since you already took your time." She nodded. "But you simply commit to it."
He took another bite of his ice cream wordlessly and raised an eyebrow.
"As much as I enjoy teasing you about it, I do enjoy it." She focused on her ice cream, looking away from him. "I misjudged you, based on past experiences I've had."
Harry nodded slowly. "I can't decide if that is a compliment or not..."
She slapped his knee. "Take it or leave it, Potter." She rolled her eyes. "It's a compliment, alright?"
Exiting the ice cream parlour again was utter chaos. Now even more reporters had arrived and every fan of the Phoenixes or the Harpies nearby had gathered in front of the parlour, waiting for them to come out.
She grabbed his hand tightly and pushed through the crowd, trying to get to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. It was a real challenge to get there. When they were almost at the door, some guy tried to get a little too close to her, his hand coming to her arm. She whipped around.
"Hey!" Harry said, firmly. "Back off."
Before Harry could do anything else she whipped out her wand and sent bats flying from the guy's nose. This caused the rest of the crowd to step back too, trying to avoid the swarm of bats. Ginny quickly pushed through and slipped into the shop, where it was a lot calmer. She let out a breath and checked if Harry had made it inside unscathed too.
He was looking out the window and then back at her, looking somewhat in awe. "You're right, you can handle yourself." He glanced outside again. "That was impressive."
"I've got quicker reflexes than you do," she said, starting to walk to the back of the shop in search of her brothers.
"I was trying to use my words first," Harry defended himself, walking after her.
She shot him a look over her shoulder. "How considerate of you. I don't have that kind of patience. You touch me, you'll get hexed." She paused by the love potion display. "I am always curious what it smells like to other people." She held up a bottle for him to sniff, although the whole section smelled like all kinds of pleasant scents.
He took it from her and sniffed. He seemed to think about it. "Oh, I'm detecting some treacle tart."
She snorted. "Amazing. You must love it a ton."
He smelled it again. "Broomstick handles and…" His eyes squinted. He frowned at her. "You're messing with the experience, stop wafting your shampoo at me."
She stepped closer to him and shook her hair and then used her hands to waft it more into his face.
He set the bottle down. "Alright. Nevermind then."
She laughed at him. "Forbid a girl takes shower."
"What about you?" he said, crossing his arms.
She picked up the bottle again. "I do find it smells different from time to time but there are always at least two distinct smells. She sniffed for good measure. "The smell of rain after a hot day and the leather of a Quaffle."
"No food?" he asked curiously.
She shot him an incredulous look. "There was a whiff of hot fudge earlier, but I am pretty sure that was just your breath." She held her hand out to keep him at arm's length so she could sniff the third thing. It was different all the time. "You know what? I do think I also smell some treacle tart."
Harry smiled triumphantly. "I see you're starting to understand it's the superior dessert."
"I guess you're rubbing off on me." She put the bottle down.
"Rubbing off?"
She turned to him slowly. "Mind out of the gutter, sweetheart." She took his hand. "Come on, let's see where my brothers are."
George came down the stairs from the second floor of the shop. "Ginny! I thought I saw bats outside!"
She sighed. "It's been absolutely crazy! It's like they've seen Merlin!" She shook her head. "I am sure he needs no introduction." She pointed at Harry.
George walked to him. "So nice to meet you, Harry. I'm George, Ginny's favourite brother." He shook Harry's hand rather enthusiastically. "We've heard so much about you."
"Ron told you, didn't he?" Ginny asked as George led them to the back of the shop.
"Told me what?" George asked innocently. He ducked into the back where the stock was and signed for them to follow. "The lies and betrayal?"
She turned around to Harry. "He did tell."
Fred popped his head in. "Ginny? Ah. There you are." He held out his hand for Harry. "Hi, I am George."
"Fred," she muttered under her breath to Harry.
Harry shook his hand. "Nice to meet you both."
"Is Ron not in?" Ginny asked, looking around.
"He is," Fred said. "Not sure where he is off to. He's so not winning employee of the year if this continues."
"And that is why I don't work here."
Harry chuckled.
Fred and George now looked at Harry a bit closer.
"So, did Ginny just convince you to go along with lying to our parents?" George asked.
He shrugged. "I am lying to my teammates so it's a little bit of a two-way street."
George nodded slowly. "Still, teammates and parents are a different magnitude…"
"Why are you judging me?" Ginny bit. "It's not like you have such a great track record with lying."
Fred shrugged. "About a little harmless experiment or a party, not our love lives."
The door opened and Ron came in, holding a purple sweatshirt that had the shop's logo printed on it. He handed it to Ginny.
"Ah, come on. Really?" Ginny asked. "Me coming here is already great advertisement."
Ron shook his head. "No. There are thirty reporters out there and twice as many fans. And you'll be in the newspaper tomorrow." He blinked. "A little advertisement for your dear brothers?"
She sighed and took the sweatshirt. "Alright then." She pulled the sweatshirt over her head. "Happy now?"
"Looks gorgeous on you," George said. "Harry, can I interest you in a sweatshirt? Free of charge because you're my sister's … boyfriend."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "I am good, thanks."
"We do need to talk about your little situation," Fred said, pointing between the two of them.
She looked towards Ron. "Thank you for not shutting up."
"You knew I would," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "That's on you."
George looked a bit more serious. "What are you getting out of lying to mum and dad?"
"I didn't mean to!" she said with a sigh. "Mum was just so happy and I… didn't bother to correct her and now I'm in too deep. Do you know how much she likes Harry?"
"Yes, we've heard," George said.
"Consider this," Fred added. "What if the newspapers find out this isn't real? And she finds out through the newspapers and that's when you have to come clean."
Her gaze dropped to the ground. "I see your point."
"We also didn't think it was going to take this long," Harry came to her defence. "We thought it would be over right about now, but the tickets are selling too well."
"You do garner a lot of attention together," Fred muttered. "So are you going to tell them?"
She rubbed her face. "I don't know. Either way, that's not going to be a pleasant conversation. I'll think about it."
"Good," George said and that seemed to have been enough.
"How's little Arnold?" she asked then.
Ron groaned. "He's not named Arnold!"
Fred shook his head. "Unlucky for you, he only answers to that anymore."
"Yeah, because we were really consistent with it," George added. His expression fell. "It's not good. We thought he'd catch up but he is still so small and the one leg is still wonky."
Her brows furrowed. "So you can't sell him?"
"No…" George said. "Let me go get him."
"Arnold?" Harry asked as George walked to the back of the storage room.
"He's a Pygmy Puff," she clarified. "He was the runt of the litter and he just can't keep up with his siblings. We had hoped his leg would heal and he'd grow but I guess not. Can't really sell a 'broken' pet…"
"Here he is!" George threw the Pygmy Puff, who let out excited squeaking sounds as he flew through the air before Ginny grabbed hold of him.
She set him in the palm of her hand to look at him more closely. The pink fluffy Pygmy Puff looked at her curiously and she could feel his little legs moving with excitement. She held him up to Harry. "What do you think?"
Arnold's little tongue snuck out and licked Harry's face, which caused him to laugh in surprise.
"Aw, he likes you!" Ginny said.
Harry took Arnold off her hand and he quickly ran up his arm and settled on Harry's shoulder, humming softly. Harry softly petted him. "He's adorable."
"What happens if you don't sell him?" Ginny asked.
"He becomes cat food," George said.
"No!" she let out, completely horrified.
"I was joking!" George said quickly. "We're not that cruel. We don't really know what to do with him."
"If I take him and I buy all the supplies here, do I get him for free?" Ginny tried, putting on her sweetest face.
Fred looked over at George and then back to her. "Fine. But only if you don't change his name."
"That's cruel," Ron complained.
"Why?" Harry asked warily.
Ginny took Arnold off Harry's shoulder. "It's an anagram for Ronald." She brought him up to her face. "Are you coming home with me? Yes, you are, darling!"
"George will take you to the supply section so you can pick out your items," Fred said. "And I have to make sure we have enough Puffs on hand… something tells me they're going to sell like hotcakes."
Ginny followed George back into the store. She picked out a nice cage, some Pygmy Puff feed and a few toys. Then she went to the till to pay, Harry following behind.
"I got it," Harry said when it was time to pay.
She looked up in surprise. "Are you sure?" she asked him. She petted Arnold. "Because you're not getting him in the divorce."
"I know," he told her. "It's a gift."
She smiled. "You're such a good boyfriend."
Harry scoffed. "Thanks, dear." He paid the amount to George. "I may request visitation rights. He clearly loves me."
She nodded. "Can definitely be discussed."
Harry plucked Arnold off her shoulder and put him in the cage. "Better put him in there if we're going out there. He may not survive."
Ginny halted. "Actually… got anything to divert the attention?"
"Dungbomb?" George suggested, his eyes scanning the store.
"No."
"Oh!" George's eyes landed on a product. "I've got just the one. Decoy Detonator." He walked to the box and placed it on the till. "8 Sickles, just what you need."
"Fine, fine." She took the coins out of her pocket and took the box off the till. "Nice doing business with you."
Harry picked up Arnold's cage and the bag of items.
"Please come again!" George said.
She said goodbye to him and then waved to Fred and Ron who were fixing a display. She took the detonator out of the box as they walked towards the door.
As soon as they opened the door, the cameras flashed, and the reporters started firing questions again. Ginny dropped the detonator from her hand and it immediately ran off. The moment it made noise, and everyone turned around, they quickly made their way through and towards the Dragon's Den restaurant to order takeout.
They stepped inside and Harry took a deep breath. "We need more of those."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed.
Ginny clutched the back of the couch tightly, bent over with Harry's hands firmly gripping her hips as he pushed in again. She felt triumphant that she had managed to get him so worked up during dinner that he had not even bothered to go upstairs with her. It turned her on to see him lose control just a little.
With another moan and a final thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside. Ginny let out a happy sigh. Harry's hands softened against her as he pulled out and closed his trousers again.
She righted herself with a cheeky grin. "I didn't think you did quickies."
"Doesn't count! Your hand was between my thighs throughout dinner and then in my trousers for the last half." His fingers ran through his tousled hair. "That's not quick, that was excruciatingly slow."
She only smiled, glad to have gotten a reaction out of him. She moved to put her trousers back on but he stopped her.
"We're not done here."
She neared him with a daring smile. "Aren't we?"
His hands landed on his waist, his face serious. "No. Go to the couch."
She looked up at him, curious excitement running through her. "Are you going to order me around, Harry?" she asked seductively.
"Maybe I will." His hand came to her cheek, his thumb landing on her lower lip. "Are you going to listen?"
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" she shot back.
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "That's really a knee-jerk reaction for you, isn't it?"
"I can't help it." She pulled on his belt. "I promise I'll behave."
Harry smiled teasingly. "Go lie down then."
His voice was low, sending a pleasant shiver through her spine. She obeyed, leaving her trousers on the floor, and climbing on the couch before lying down.
"Scoot up a little," Harry ordered.
"Why?" she asked and then bit her lip, reminding herself she was supposed to follow his orders. She moved up and then looked at him.
"Good," he replied. He sat on the other end and then wedged her legs open.
She looked on, curious to find out what he was about to do. His head came between her thighs and while he had gone down on her before, it had been a lead-up to sex. She had a feeling this would be different. She leaned on her elbows to see better.
"You know you can't tell me what to do if your mouth is full," she said when his lips were mere millimetres from her clit.
He paused and looked at her. "I trust I won't have to, as you will be otherwise occupied." He looked back down and put his tongue on her clit. He traced a pattern down and then licked back up.
When he sucked on her clit, her thighs inadvertently clenched.
Harry's eyes flew up at her. "Are you trying to squash my skull with your Quidditch thighs?"
"Sorry," she muttered. She relaxed her legs again. "Wasn't on purpose." She let her head fall back. "Continue."
Harry took a second but then his tongue returned to her clit.
She was sprawled on the couch, her hands in Harry's hair. She had to resist bucking into his mouth as his fingers curled inside of her.
"Harry. Please. Oh, Merlin." She tugged on his hair lightly. "So close."
Harry's fingers curled with more intention, the little flicks of his tongue over her clit sending her over the edge. She had to try not to clench on Harry's head again as she came; she only barely managed.
As she came down from her orgasm, her hands softened against his scalp, settling back on the couch as she took a few deep breaths. Harry took his fingers out and licked them clean. He looked at her with a smug smile.
Her head dropped back down. "I should rile you up more often," she muttered.
He sat up and came to lie on top of her, his arms bracing his weight beside her. "Do you?"
She nodded. "Once in a while."
He let himself drop onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Her hands went under his shirt and caressed his skin. She could feel he was hard again through the fabric of his trousers.
"Want to go again?" she asked softly.
When he nodded against her, she moved her hands between them to undo his trousers and push them down far enough to free up his cock. She shifted her legs, and he slipped back in easily. He let out a soft moan.
Her hand travelled down and softly squeezed his bum as he ground into her slowly. His head lifted and their lips connected again, kissing lazily while they enjoyed the slow rhythm.
Arnold excitedly hopped over the morning newspaper as Ginny read the headlines. He was attempting to lick the people in the moving photos, which wasn't helped by the fact that half of them were of Harry.
Ginny read out loud. "Love is in the air. Diagon Alley date ends on happy note with a new pet for the happy pair." She looked at Arnold. "You're in the newspaper, Arnie!"
Harry offered a piece of bacon to Arnold and he took it. The Pygmy Puff almost rolled over in his rush to get it, easily off-balance with his hurt paw.
"He's such a cute little dude," Harry said as he placed Arnold on his plate so he could eat the rest. "What else?"
"Well, Pygmy Puffs are now all the rage. Decoy Detonators are mentioned, and they got the logo quite well," she said. "So I'm in my brothers' good graces." She snorted. "Your lips on my neck are in, of course." She looked to see what it said under the photo. "Intimate moment between the two lovebirds. What! It's not like we were feeling each other up! My mother will comment on that."
"Positively or negatively?" Harry asked as he stood up to do the dishes.
She glanced up at him. "Wish I knew." She read further down the article. "Oh! We have been compared to the Thomsons." They were a retired Quidditch couple that used to fly on the same team and garnered a lot of attention in their days. "Now I want to be a better couple than they are! What do you think, Harry?"
He shook his head. "They're married with kids." He allowed Arnold to crawl onto his arm as he stepped off the plate. "We already have a pet, and I could perhaps be convinced to fake-marry you, but I really have got to draw the line at kids," he joked with a grin.
"Very funny," she replied, not letting him get in the way of her excitement. "I meant in terms of popularity."
"Not everything has to be a competition," he told her.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "It's like you don't know me at all!" She checked her watch. "Have to go. If I am late the day before a big game, Gwenog may actually feed me to a dragon." She stood up and picked up Arnold's cage.
She placed it down on the counter and Arnold hopped in by himself. "Will leave him with my mum for the day. I don't know how he'd do alone for that many hours. " She closed the cage and turned to Harry. "I'll see you tomorrow latest."
He nodded. "Yep. Need to come and watch your game." He bent down and kissed her and then paused, looking a little embarrassed. "This time it was my mistake."
Ginny was unphased. "Where's the line anyway when we kiss? We kiss in public and in bed and then I don't know how to say goodbye to you. A handshake seems too formal but then the kissing is a little much...?
"True," he agreed. "How about we kiss on the cheek instead? That cannot be misinterpreted either way even when we're in public."
She nodded. "Sure." She pointed at her cheek for him to kiss.
When he leaned in, she turned her head at the last moment and then ended up kissing each other on the mouth anyway.
He shook his head. "I should have known."
She chuckled and took up her items. "Bye, my love."
"Bye, Arnold. Bye, my sugarplum," he said.
"Sugarplum?" she asked.
"Hey, I like sweet things!" he defended himself. "It's a compliment."
She stuck out her tongue at him and walked out, Arnold tucked under her arm.