A/N: Trigger warning for blood (period).
I have some contemplation about when to update the next chapter because I know you will ask (beg) me to update the chapter following that ASAP (You'll know why when you read it haha). Both are written so that's not the issue, but I don't have the chapter after that written. So it is up to you to decide if I post in a week or so and then the other chapter will follow soon after. After that you may need to wait a little longer for an update (I assume a month max? but no guarantees). OR I wait a little longer to update the next chapter which already gives me time to write ahead.
It's entirely possible that I'll be able to catch up in a few days but I've been distracted, both with work and yet another WIP, that it's difficult to say.
Please let me know what you prefer!
Ginny was anxious all day as they were up against Tutshill Tornados. It was a complete surprise they made it to the semi-final to start with and so the Harpies were expected to win. She didn't like to think of it that way, if they became overconfident that is when they started taking risks. That's how you would end up losing, it wouldn't be the first time that happened.
She started the game laser-focused, doing the practiced passes with her teammates and scoring. And then she scored again and again. Suddenly they were eighty points ahead and their fans had started a chant that involved 'Weasley' for sure.
"You're on fire!" Isabelle commented when they had a small reprieve. "You're going to send their Keeper into early retirement."
Ginny grinned and tossed her the Quaffle. "You can get the next one."
"That's so kind of you," Isabelle told her, passing the Quaffle to Carrie when Gwenog zoomed past to tell them to keep the speed up.
Isabelle did make the next goal and Carrie got in two. Livvy and Gwenog seemed to be having a lot of fun with the Bludgers, hitting them towards the other team's Seeker just so they could continue wracking up points.
In the end it was brutal for the Tornados, but they had already been happy to make it that far. The Harpies won easily 320 points to 50.
"Wow, wow, what a game!" the announcer said as they did their victory lap. "This means in the final we will have the Phenton Phoenixes up against the Holyhead Harpies." He paused for what he probably thought was dramatic effect. "And I know the whispers going around. This season's love birds up against each other for the League Cup. Potter vs Weasley, if you will. Will it be the end of their relationship…? There can only be one winner, of course." The announcer played a jingle. "Get your tickets before they're sold out, ladies and gentlemen! I hear they're selling like Chocolate Frogs on the Hogwarts Express…"
They all came down to the ground, dismounted and handed over their brooms to the crew. Ginny knew Harry was up with her parents to watch so she was rather surprised to find him waiting for her.
"Did you run here?" she asked him.
He nodded, taking a deep breath. He kissed her softly and then hugged her tightly. "I guess this is the end of our friendship."
She laughed and shook her head, hugging him a little tighter. "Don't you dare."
He released her and grinned. "May the best team win."
She shook her head. "It's on, Potter."
"You got it, Weasley."
They all hopped into the shower and got dressed. Livvy sat moping on the bench.
"What is wrong, my dear Liv?"
She huffed. "I'll tell you what's wrong! Girls' night out. That's what's wrong!"
"Some of us are tired," Ginny told her. "I have to go home to my family. They love throwing me little parties."
Liv waved her hand dismissively. She pointed at Cayla. "Pregnant, won't join. Isabelle, just wants to go home to the hubby."
"I mean, that's fair," Ginny told her.
"Shush." She pulled Ginny down on the bench with her. "I'm more likely to find ten Galleons on the floor than for Gwenog to join." Her voice dropped down to a whisper. "And who the hell knows what's up with Carrie."
Ginny shook her head. "So that leaves Tara."
"Yes. Girls' night turned into a couple of girls getting drunk," Livvy said. "It's just sad."
"I am sorry. Why don't you hang out with your mum? Doesn't she want to discuss your games with you? She's a Quidditch legend."
"She'll scrutinise everything!" Livvy said. "I love her but I feel much better talking about it to her a day later so I can enjoy the win for a little bit."
Ginny patted her leg. "After the season is done we will do a proper girls' night, I promise."
"You better," Livvy said. "Harry is going to be at your parents, isn't he?"
She frowned. "I think so, why?"
Livvy stood up and opened her locker to put her stuff away. Ginny stood up too.
"I think you should just go for it with him. You seem to like him, he is good-looking and kind," Livvy suggested.
Ginny's eyes tracked to the ground. "Yeah."
"Ginny?" Livvy softly pushed Ginny's locker closed and looked at her. "Have you been thinking about it?"
She glanced at Livvy. "I really don't want to talk about it. We get enough attention as it is."
"Understood." Livvy took mascara out of her locker and quickly put it on in the mirror she had hung on her locker door. "A girl's way to her heart is through her vagina," she said imitating Gwenog's threatening voice as she applied mascara. "Keeping our legs shut is the only way to win the Cup."
Ginny burst out laughing and bumped into Livvy, who ended up with a thick black streak up to her eyebrow. She laughed too, catching Ginny as she fell into her. They collapsed back on the bench.
"I don't remember signing up for the celibacy club," Ginny said, unscrambling herself from Livvy.
"Gwenog's insistence to stay away from Quidditch players is really difficult, as if that's not the one type of man that we have a ton in common with," Livvy said, cleaning up the black streak. "And they're so fit."
Tara walked up. "Liv, are we going out or not?"
Ginny looked over at her. "I think she was about to reconsider and wrapping her legs around a Quidditch player."
"I can always establish my dominance over Ethan, a little distraction tactic for the Cup." Liv wiggled her eyebrows.
Carrie joined their group. "I'll join tonight."
Livvy jumped up and wrapped Carrie in a hug. "Yes, finally!" She looked over at Ginny. "You are going to miss all the fun, and I need you to feel bad about it!"
"I am so sad I have to miss out," Ginny told her with a grin, picking up her backpack. "We are still on for girls' night after the Cup, right?"
"Yes, Weasley!"
Molly hugged Ginny against her side again. "You have done so well this season, I'm so proud of you."
She smiled softly. "Thanks, Mum." The person who was most hesitant about her Quidditch career, had quickly become her greatest fan when she saw how well Ginny was doing.
"She's not done yet," Ron said. "National Cup—No offence, Harry—And then the World Cup as well!"
Ginny sighed. "I don't know about the World Cup." She shook her head. The positions would be announced in a week or two.
"You'll be in; I just know it," Harry said. "Even perhaps as Seeker. I think you could do it."
"Don't say that, because then the disappointment may be even bigger," she told him. "We'll see."
"Drinks!" George said, bringing in the Firewhiskey. He handed a glass to everyone.
George raised his glass. "To Ginny! Who is bringing in lots of money for everyone this year."
Ginny shook her head and pretended to take a bow. She sipped her Firewhiskey. "When am I getting part of what you're earning off me and Harry, huh?"
George laughed. "I was joking. You absolutely smashed the other team today and I think you set a new National record for most goals scored in one game."
She smiled, and allowed Fred to fill up their drinks. Arthur declined, knowing better than to drink with his children. Things got rowdy rather fast when they were all drunk, and if Arthur was equally drunk it got so much worse.
As they all dropped into their own conversation, Ginny stepped towards Ron. "Can you do me a favour and divert me if I am getting too close to Harry? I get clingy when I'm drunk and mum and dad don't need to see that."
Ron nodded. "Aren't you more concerned about Harry?" He looked at her knowingly.
"That too," she admitted. "But I don't think I'd be so inclined… just don't let me linger with him."
"I don't think Harry minds if you linger," Ron told her. He sighed. "Yes, I'll do it. I'll just be a disappointment to Fred and George."
"Is getting me drunk part of a bigger plan?" Ginny asked him.
Ron shrugged, eyeing the twins. "They didn't say, but that doesn't really mean anything."
Ginny nodded. "I'll tread carefully all the same."
Ron, ever the great brother, kept hovering around her, which she appreciated. He came up with all kinds of things to lure her away from Harry a few times but she somehow always managed to make her way back.
She slapped her hand on Harry's knee, whose eyes promptly widened in surprise as he looked at her.
"Harry," she started. "If I get Seeker for the World Cup instead of you, would you mind training with me? You're the best Seeker I know."
George snorted. "He likes you, but I don't think he likes you that much. Leave the man his pride, Merlin."
Harry nodded slowly, setting down his glass on the table. "If you were chosen as Seeker, I wouldn't have to prepare for the World Cup myself. I would be available to train you." He smiled at her. "But if they chose you instead of me, it means they deemed you a better Seeker than me. So then what's the point?"
She laughed. "Alright, I guess that's fair." She patted his hand. "We both know you're the better Seeker though."
"There was an analysis in the Quidditch Quarrel about the Seekers and they included Ginny for some speculation," Ron said. "Ginny, where did you put it?"
She pushed off the couch, removing her hand from Harry. Ron followed her to help her look for the magazine.
"You're a spoilsport," Fred muttered to Ron. "All night you've been—"
"Bugger off," Ron responded in a whisper. "If something happened Ginny would never forgive both of you."
"Here it is," Ginny told them, taking it up from the pile. "Ron's right. And stop refilling my drink unless you want me to puke. That's not good for anyone."
When she was done going over the article, Fred, George and Ron went home, finally giving up on their mission to keep them apart or together, depending on the brother.
"Harry," Arthur said. "You've had some drinks and you're not connected to the Floo. Don't hesitate to stay."
Harry nodded. "Thank you, that's a good idea. I'll take Bill's room again?"
"Yes, that's fine," Arthur said, waving his wand at more glasses and walking into the kitchen with them soaring in front of him.
"Did you bring your cloak?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No, sorry."
"It's fine, you can sneak down anyway." She smiled at him.
He looked at her teasingly. "Suppose I could." He got up and grabbed a few empty bowls of snacks and carried them into the living room.
"Oh, you shouldn't have!" her mum told him off. "You are a guest, Harry!"
"It's the least I can do," Harry answered. "Especially when Ginny is tuckered out on the couch."
"Harry!" she yelled at him.
He popped his head out of the kitchen. "It's okay, you had a game."
She shook her head and got up again, cleaning up the magazines. She walked into the kitchen. "Don't sass me in front of my parents."
He looked at her innocently. "I wasn't." A smile danced around his lips.
When the house had gone quiet, Ginny switched the light off and watched her door waiting for it to open. When it creaked open she sat up again. Harry stepped in wearing underwear and a shirt, but he was tugging on it rather oddly.
"Hey," he said.
She eyed his hand that was pulling on the front of his shirt and then up, asking a silent question. With a sigh he released it, revealing the bulge in his underwear. She let herself drop on the bed laughing, while Harry joined her.
"It's not fucking funny," he said, crawling over her. "Don't make so much noise."
"I already did the charms," she assured him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder to pull him closer.
"This is your fault," he said, pushing his hips forward enough for her to feel how hard he was.
Her lips brushed over his. "Is it?"
He nodded as he pulled her even closer to him. "Yes. Now I know how you wind down after a game or training and how you moan my name while your fingers dive between your legs." He placed kisses on her neck. "And I've just had a little too much to drink to stop my thoughts on the matter."
"If you weren't here tonight I would have had to take matters into my own hands," she said, using her knee to wedge his legs open a little. "Did you start without me upstairs?" she asked, running her hand up the front of his boxer shorts. "Waiting until it was safe to come down?"
He pressed his lips together for a moment and shook his head. "I didn't but that didn't exactly stop my imagination from going places."
Her fingers stretched the band of his underwear without pulling it down. "Like where?"
He didn't say anything but his eyes darted over to the bay window.
"My sacred reading spot?" she guessed. "In the moonlight?"
He remained silent still but Ginny knew that's what he meant. She sat up at once and walked over the window, getting onto the sill between the pillows. She pulled her pyjama shirt over her head with her back to him.
His hands landed on her waist, pulling her against him. He started placing kisses on her shoulder and neck. One hand palmed her breast softly, massaging as his other hand dove down. He rubbed over her underwear. She sighed softly and leaned into his chest, letting him take charge.
"You look beautiful in the sun but the moonlight is gorgeous on you too."
She turned her head so she could kiss him and he captured her lips. He moved her underwear aside just enough so he could tease her clit. He barely danced over it, enough to tease but not enough to receive any pleasure.
She turned around and lay down on the pillows. "Join me?"
He got onto the sill too, taking off her underwear before he leaned down to kiss her. Her hand came against his jaw.
"Harry," she said softly.
He leaned away for a moment and met her eyes.
"What position were we in?" she asked him.
He seemed to consider answering and she was sure she saw his cheeks darken—it was difficult to tell in the moonlight. He shifted his weight. "Well, you were in my lap."
"Interesting," she said. "I thought it would be more like me on hands and knees overlooking the orchard and you behind." She raised an eyebrow at him.
He shook his head slowly. "Then how am I supposed to see your face when you cum?" His thumb pressed into her hip. "If I imagine it, I've got to see those gorgeous eyes."
She looked away for a moment, trying to still her heart. She had never considered that was why before. It felt like a big thing to admit.
"I hate it when you humour me," he admitted his embarrassment over it with a smile.
She looked back at him and smiled. "I know. Me too." She sat up again. "You'll just have to suffer through it." She slid his underwear down and he stepped out of it. She looked at him expectantly. "Go on then."
"You know in my imagination you weren't ordering me around," Harry replied as he settled down sideways on the sill.
She straddled him and sat down in his lap. "You're such a liar."
He smiled. "Got me again."
She adjusted her hips and took his cock into her hand. "Like this then, I suppose?"
When he nodded, she let him enter slowly. She kissed him softly and then leaned back a bit, beginning to ride him at a slow pace.
"I can't believe I had a game today and yet I'm on top doing all the work," she commented.
Harry's hands came to her hips to help guide her, his eyes dancing over her body. "Not the whole time."
"Got far with that fantasy, did you?" she commented. "No wonder you were so hard."
His hands adjusted her arms, drawing them around his neck and she followed his lead. She picked up the pace a little as he kissed her intensely. She moaned softly.
He leaned away a little. "Touch your—"
Her hand moved to her breast, cupping it but his hand moved hers down further. "Right here, love."
She nodded, her fingers finding her clit as she continued to ride him. She wasn't entirely sure if this was his fantasy or hers.
"Close your eyes," he told her.
She let her eyes slip closed, one hand bracing against his shoulder, the other on her clit. He guided her with his hands. Her breath hitched as the pleasure built.
"Are you close?" he asked her.
She nodded. "Yes, it'd be hard not to be."
He stopped her movements and she stilled in his lap. She allowed him to guide her onto her back. He placed a pillow under her ass. Harry slipped back in, bracing himself with his hands beside her.
He continued the rhythm she had set. One of her hands rested on his butt, feeling his hips move with each stroke. The other settled on the back of his head. She closed her eyes.
"No," Harry said breathlessly. "Look at me… please."
She opened her eyes again, she glanced down for a moment to see him push deep into her and then she locked eyes with him.
"I'm close," she told him.
He nodded and his breathing grew more ragged and he seemed to pay closer attention to how he was pushing in.
"Oh, yes," she said. "More like that." She wanted to look away from his face, just because it was so intense to be looking at him. She knew he was about to burst.
His eyes never strayed from her face. "Cum, Gin. Please."
She nodded, softly pulling on his hair as her orgasm pulled her over. She arched her back, her toes curled but she never looked away from him. The sight must have done it for him because a moment later he buried inside of her with a groan.
Her hand nudged against his head and he bent down to kiss her and then his whole weight settled against her. He continued to kiss her slowly, tucked into her perfectly.
She disconnected her lips from his and drew in a big breath. She stretched with her arms above her head, shifting under him, then she pulled her arms back around him. "We should get back into bed before we doze off here." She knew they were both about to get cosy and sleeping here just involved too much risk.
He nodded, but didn't immediately move. Reluctantly he pushed back up on his hands and pulled out. She sat up and he picked her up and walked back to bed with her. He placed her down and quickly got in beside her.
She tucked against his chest and closed her eyes.
She woke up with her back to Harry and then she felt his cock pushing against her ass. They were still naked and he was asleep. Ginny contemplated what to do for a moment but then he moaned. She turned around softly, facing him.
"Gin," he sighed.
Her eyebrows raised as she realised what kind of dream he was having.
"Merlin, Ginny," he mumbled.
She couldn't in good conscience leave him to moan her name next to her. She wasn't sure either what she'd do if he came like that. She figured she wouldn't find out.
"Harry." She stroked his face.
He woke up with a start, looking into her eyes. Then he turned onto his back, his hand covering his eyes.
"Sorry, I just figured—"
"I was talking in my sleep, wasn't I?" he asked her. He removed his hand and stared up at the ceiling.
"Talking, moaning…" she told him. "You are having one horny day."
"I'm sorry," he said.
"It's okay." She scooted a little closer. "No hard feelings… on my part."
He snorted at her comment.
"We did fall asleep naked," she said. "Which doesn't help."
His eyes darted to her. "You think?"
It was silent for a moment. Ginny sighed and sat up.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She pointed down. "Taking care of that before you poke someone's eyes out." She bit back her smile.
"It'll… pass… you don't have to," he told her.
She pulled the sheets back and sat on her knees. "It's my pleasure, well…"
"Aren't you funny at 4 in the morning," he commented, leaning his head back on the pillow.
"I know," she said. Then she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head down a few times and stopped. "Any objections?"
He gathered her hair and held it back. "Not anymore."
Her head dove further down so she could run her tongue up the shaft. Then she took it back into her mouth. He must have been close before, because it didn't take all that long. She softly rubbed his thigh with her free hand.
"I'm close," he whispered barely a minute later.
She nodded to indicate she had heard him. He came on her tongue a few seconds later, hiding his face against his arm to dampen any moans. She released his cock and swallowed. He released his grip on her hair.
"We should actually get dressed," Ginny said as she crawled back on her knees.
His eyes darted down between her legs and then he froze. "Did I hurt you? Earlier?" he asked seriously.
Looking down at herself she found blood on the inside of her thigh. "Ah, fuck," she let out.
His hand reached out. "I'm sorry if I…"
"Harry," she said firmly as she slapped her hand away. "I am fine."
He met her eyes and frowned. "No."
Resisting the urge to laugh at him, she let herself drop on her side beside him. "I am going to take a wild, outlandish guess and assume that's my period."
"Oh." The realisation washed over his face.
"I know you were homeschooled," she continued. "But they did tell you about periods, right?"
"Yes, of course," he muttered, his eyes returning to the ceiling. "I've just never dealt with it, I guess."
She nodded in understanding. "I had a feeling." Then she stalled. "Hang on, Harry. This has been going on for quite a while, you never questioned me not getting periods?"
He shrugged and looked back at her. "You told me you had it handled, so I simply didn't think about it. Isn't this supposed to be a monthly deal?"
"Yes, Harry," she said, in disbelief she was having this conversation with him. "But I am on pretty strong birth control so I don't get them as often. It's inconvenient with Quidditch." She frowned at him. "I can't believe you never questioned it."
"If you actually did get pregnant, I would have known because I am pretty sure you would have strangled me," he told her matter-of-factly.
"Correct."
He raised his hand in defeat. "So I felt pretty confident in you. And it's not my fault this has been going on so long. It was a week and then another week and now a lot of weeks have passed. It's not like I track it."
"What a luxury," she commented.
"Don't sass me." He turned on his side too. "I asked you about it and you said 'Don't worry about it, I got it handled'. So I didn't. You were the one who wanted to have sex with me."
She scoffed at him. "You could have said no." She stepped out of bed and grabbed her clothes. "I need to deal with this. Get dressed."
Checking if the stairs were clear, she stepped out onto the landing and quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
She had more or less expected Harry to escape back up to Bill's room but he was still there when she returned, dressed and in her bed. She laid down beside him.
"You know I didn't mean it like that," he told her. "I did want to have sex with you."
She didn't look at him. "It's not what you said, it's how you said it."
"I'm sorry." His hand tentatively reached out to her waist. "Cuddle with me?"
She turned on her side and he pulled her back into him. She buried her face against his chest. "You're allowed to leave, you know. I didn't mean to scare you with my bleeding uterus."
He chuckled and he patted her back softly. "I was just worried I hurt you. I am not a complete buffoon."
Ginny woke up at 6 am when Harry withdrew his arm from around her middle. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and then crawled over her and went back up to Bill's room.
She slumbered but didn't fall asleep again. When she heard her mother go downstairs around 7, she stepped out of bed too. She walked into the kitchen behind her and offered a good morning.
As her mum put on the kettle, she ducked into the cabinet, mumbling to herself.
"What are you looking for?" her mother asked, pushing her aside.
"Pain potion," she said. "My period started."
Her mum dug around and then gave her the small vial. "Here you go."
"I was going to find it," she defended. She turned around, spotting Harry walking in too. "Morning, handsome."
"Morning," he greeted both her and Molly.
She popped the cork of the vial and quickly drank the whole thing. She sat down beside him. "Are you going back home after breakfast?"
"I actually have a sneaking suspicion your dad is aching to ask me about muggle items, so I may hang around for a little," he told her.
She nodded. "He is going to take you to his shed. We may never see you again," she ended in a dramatic whisper.
"Your mum was muggleborn, wasn't she?" Molly asked.
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "I feel like she taught me the best of both worlds."
"Were her siblings muggles?" her mother asked.
Ginny watched Harry's expression to see if the questions were too much but he seemed okay.
"She had one older sister, muggle, and she was very bitter about it." He shook his head with a sigh. "When my parents died, they refused to take me in and I was raised by my godfather. He did his best but he refused to take me to Hogwarts for fear of losing me too. I only took the Ministry exams after he died, but I hope he knew he did well enough for me to pass those."
"I'm sure he did," Ginny muttered silently.
"Do you keep in contact with them?" Molly asked, pouring tea for all of them.
"I try not to, and so do they. They hated anything out of the ordinary and magic terrifies them." He took a mug from Molly. "And my cousin Dudley was a bully. The few times I visited, he preferred to gang up on me with his friends."
"They sound delightful," Ginny told him with sarcasm.
"We don't like each other; it's fine," Harry said with a shrug.
"I can show you how to humanely degnome a garden while we wait for my dad to wake up," she suggested.
He looked at her curiously.
They headed outside after breakfast and Ginny looked for a good hole. She knocked on top of it and a gnome peaked out.
"Aha!" she said. She dropped on her knees and grabbed the bugger with two hands. "You need to swing them around a little to make them dizzy." She showed how to do it, swinging the gnome as quickly as she could and then she threw him over the wall.
Thanks to her Chaser skills, the gnome flew quite far. She dusted the dirt off her knees and looked at Harry.
"Isn't that easier with a wand?" he asked.
"Yes, but this is more fun," Ginny told him.
Another gnome popped its head out and Ginny pointed at it. Harry went for it and grabbed it like she had done. It didn't seem like he had expected it to wriggle so much and a moment later the gnome had bitten into his finger.
"Ow! You little bastard," Harry said, trying to pry the gnome off.
Ginny quickly walked to him and helped him take it off. Then she handed the gnome back to him by its foot. Harry took it and swung it, before throwing it over the wall. He did not get quite as far as Ginny but the gnome still landed a long way out.
Harry inspected his finger. "They have surprisingly sharp teeth."
"Don't worry, you haven't sustained permanent injuries," she said.
More gnomes popped up and they both started grabbing them. They tried to throw at the same time to see who could make it the furthest.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Harry asked after a while.
She looked at him. "How am I supposed to know? It's your finger."
He shot her an unimpressed look. "I meant your period."
"The first day or so it's the worst and I need a potion to get through. Then usually just a bit crampy for two days, after that it's okay."
"After that? How long does it last?" he asked her.
She tossed him another gnome and he caught it easily.
"It depends on the person. About five days for me." She shook her head at him. "I should send you to my mum. I still remember the day my mum told Fred, Ron and George about periods. It was quite a day."
"I can imagine that," he told her.
"And before you ask or don't dare to ask, I am no sex on the first two days. After that it depends on how scared you are of blood." She raised an eyebrow at him. Then she bent down to grab onto an especially stubborn gnome as it was trying to crawl back down. The gnome released and she held it up.
"I wasn't… worrying about that," Harry told her. "You're usually pretty good at letting me know your mood."
The gnome landed on the other side of the wall in a nice curve. She turned to him. "Good. Do you have any more questions?"
"Yes, but not about you," he said, seeming a bit hesitant. "The banging noises…"
She grinned at him. "That's our ghoul. We kind of treat him as a pet." She shrugged. "When the house is too quiet he likes to throw pipes around and moan and groan. Do we have too many creatures, city boy?" she teased.
He put his hands in his side. "Excuse me! I grew up in Godric's Hollow for 11 years!"
"Pfft, that is basically a magical suburb," she retorted.
He walked up to her. "You take that back."
She shook her head mischievously. "No. City boy."
He dove for her but she dodged him. "At the very least call me a city man."
"I think city man would have learned about periods before," she told him, walking backwards.
His hands came to her side.
"If you squeeze me too hard the blood will all flow out," she told him. "Like a ketchup bottle."
Without showing mercy, he tackled her to the floor. "Stop mocking me! I know for a fact that isn't true!" He squeezed her side. "I am just concerned about you."
"Uhum," she said, pushing off the floor and trying to get the dirt off her. "We've had sex like 500 times, why would I suddenly bleed?"
He stood up too. "I don't know! At least it's polite to check."
She was starting to feel bad for him. "Alright," she conceded. "You are a very polite… city boy."
He shook his head at her. "You know I was going to offer you a massage to ease your aches, but I don't think I will."
"Wait!" She walked to him and clutched onto his arm. "Please do that, pretty please. I need it. I am in so much pain."
He pushed her off. They turned around as the back door opened. "Harry, I've been meaning to ask…"
Ginny ended up following them to the shed. It was nice to know what some of those items were actually used for.
"Never lick those," Harry pointed to a box labelled 'batteries'.
She picked one up and stuck her tongue out. "You said 'lick it', right?"
He tried to grab the battery from her and she ducked in order to dodge him. In the process, the battery touched her tongue and she received a zap from it.
"Ow," she let out, getting back up.
"Ginny!" Harry told her off, pulling the battery out of her hand. "Was she always this bad?" He put the battery back in the box.
"Oh yes," Arthur said, unfazed by it. "You think after six kids you get the hang of it. Especially after the twins but Ginny was a whole different ordeal." He shook his head warily. "And then she put those big brown eyes on you and then…" He shrugged in defeat. "Molly said I was too soft with her."
Ginny grinned innocently, pushing Harry along to follow her dad. "Have you told my dad about your contact lenses yet?"
"No, I was worried another Weasley was going to try to poke my eyes out," he replied.
Arthur looked up excitedly. "You use them?"
"Yes, but I charmed them to last longer than muggle ones. It's been pretty convenient." He pointed at Ginny. "But this one over here thinks I look better with glasses so I have been wearing those more often these days."
Arthur grabbed a small thing off the shelf. "Do you know what that is?"
Harry twisted it in his hand. "That's a pager."
"What does it do?" Arthur asked excitedly.
"It's a bit complicated," Harry said, handing it back. "How much do you know about phones?"