Request from a Guest Reader- 'Can we see the continuation of Chapter 10 (Catfish), Harry surprised Ginny after one of her games, without knowing about her lack of experience, ends up taking her virginity.'

Why yes, Guest Reader, yes you can.

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Catfish- The after

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Ginny couldn't help humming to herself happily. She didn't even realize she was doing it until someone nudged her or made light-hearted fun of her for it. She was just in a really good mood. Her work with the Harpy's was rewarding, her flat mates had been less slovenly lately, and now she had a boyfriend!

The last thing she had expected to happen when she went out for dinner alone two weeks ago was to come out of the pub after spending 'quality time' with a guy like Harry in the storeroom. She'd been feeling a blush come to her face every time she thought about it, and it was a pleased blush, not an 'I-can't-believe-I-let-that-happen' blush.

It was entirely unlike her to have suggested to someone she had only just met to stick his hand down her trousers. She wasn't that kind of girl. The five or so drinks she had before were to blame on that, but she didn't regret it. Certainly not after how things had been going between them.

Now she and Harry had met up for a few evenings together and they'd passed the time in much the same way. He was even the one to first call himself her boyfriend, and it had just slipped out of his mouth so casually. She didn't have to ask if that's what he was wanting out of this relationship between them, he'd just gone ahead and labelled it.

That was a lovely feeling as well.

Her last … suitor?... the last guy she had been seeing she had thought that they were headed somewhere, each taking the steps towards being properly labelled, but that hadn't turned out to be the case. He'd basically been using her to bide his time until someone else came along. Due to that Ginny hadn't really been looking for something serious.

But then comes along Harry Potter.

He'd been so cute and bumbling at the pub, she couldn't help finding that instantly endearing. He hadn't come across as one putting on an act or being potentially dangerous in any way, finding out that they were linked remotely through Tonks and Remus had helped ease her mind as well.

It also helped that he was one hell of a kisser.

To think he'd been sent there to see Susan Bones. She didn't know Susan very well, never having interacted with her in school, but she knew from hearsay Susan was a pleasant and polite person. That didn't stop Ginny from thinking Susan could suck it because Harry was hers now!

Ginny chuckled to herself over it as she put her Quidditch gear away. Harry said he would be swinging by after she finished up practice so they could go out again, apparently he had the option of finishing up early on Fridays, and she certainly wasn't going to turn down that offer. She was in a rush to get out of the change room and meet up with him.

"Someone's in a hurry," called out Janette, another reserve Chaser, from two lockers over and waggling her eyebrows at Ginny.

"Got a hot date there, Weasley?" Marie, another reserve Chaser asked her from the other side of the bench.

"I do!" Ginny told them proudly. "His name's Harry and he's probably waiting for me." She couldn't help the smile on her face nor the excited shimmy of her shoulders. It was exhilarating to have someone again. Her last proper 'someone' was a few years ago when she was in school and at that point she wasn't looking long term, she knew that relationship wasn't going to leave the confines of Hogwarts. There was no comparison between the two relationships though. Yes, this one was still in the beginning stages, but she had never been this giddy about someone before.

"Oh la la," Janette teased her. "Tell us about him."

"He's tall, dark and handsome," Ginny added a little swoon for dramatic effect. "He's a potions assistant and he's sweet and his kisses are a dream." She was gushing and sighing and completely making a fool of herself, but she was too jazzed to contain herself. "We've been seeing each other for two weeks."

"Why are we just hearing about him now?" Marie asked.

"Oh, it's hardly been going on long enough for you to get mad at me about that," Ginny dismissed.

"Oh yeah? How's the sex?" Janette asked.

Ginny blushed hard at that. "We haven't yet," she admitted shyly.

"What are you waiting for?" Marie gave her an incredulous look. "You aren't aloud to gush about your mister to us if you don't know how he is at getting you off!"

"Oh, he's gotten me off," she assured her with a wry look on her face. "And it was fantastic. Pretty sure if he can manage it in a dingy pub store room he's bound to have amazing skills in the bedroom."

That elicited several catcalls and hoots from her teammates.

Ginny hadn't been able to stop herself thinking about that. She may have talked a big game, but she was actually rather innocent. She'd only had a bit of experience that went beyond snogging and heavy petting. What she'd done with Harry she had only done with her Hogwarts boyfriend a few times, and she'd only returned the favor with said previous boyfriend twice. She still had yet to return the favor by using her hand for Harry.

But she felt she was ready for more, even though they had essentially just met. The feeling of readiness was more due to the fact that she was a twenty-year-old virgin. She didn't think of herself as a prude but compared to most she supposed she was.

She simply hadn't been ready with her last boyfriend. She was now and already she could tell she liked Harry more than she'd liked anyone.

After Ginny finished up in the shower she pulled on her clothes and headed out of the changeroom with Marie, finding Harry was standing against the wall waiting for her. He was giving her the same slightly dopey and enamored look that he did every time they had met up and they first saw each other. It was like he was surprised that she had shown up each time.

"Harry!" she beamed and rushed over to him, dropping her bag at his feet and wrapping her arms around him, giving him a kiss hello.

"So, this is your man then?" Marie said loudly, interjecting herself between them. "Hi Harry, I hear you've got talented fingers."

"MARIE!" Ginny yelled in shock her face turning bright red.

Harry's mouth dropped open a bit and he could only stammer back at Ginny's brazened teammate in response.

"What?" Marie asked with a disconcerted shrug and a smirk. "I've got to go dears, nice to meet you Harry."

"She, seems nice," Harry said shyly.

Ginny didn't know whether to try and laugh it off or own up to it. "I'm so sorry about that."

"Yeah, actually, I've been here a bit, and well. Your voices sort of carry from the locker room," he admitted, looking a mix between embarrassed and pleased with himself.

Ginny could only stare at him as she realized what he meant. He heard her talking about him to everyone. "Oh," she managed in a high-pitched tone. "Well," she gave a swallow, "I mean, you knew I liked you, right?"

That seemed to be enough to get him to relax his stance against her, which caused her to mirror his relaxation. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss, hoping it would help them move past the embarrassment they were feeling.

He had no trouble meeting her enthusiasm, their kiss grew heated as she pressed him back against the wall and made sure she was giving it her all to take his mind off of anything but how good they were at this.

"Um," Ginny pulled away, feeling slightly breathless, "we don't have to be anywhere right now, do we?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, leaning back down to keep kissing her.

"We don't have anyone waiting for us, or a reservation or anything?" she asked, pulling back again and looking around to see that the rest of her teammates and any other staff had left the area. Ginny had just been thinking about their time spent in that store room two weeks ago and knew for a fact that there were these long mats in the storage room close to where they were standing.

"No, no reservation," he was giving her a curious look.

"Wonderful, come with me," she grinned and pulled him by the hand, trying to entice him to blindly follow her with the sway of her hips and expression in her eyes.

He really didn't need much convincing though.

She pulled her wand and unlocked the storeroom door, tugging Harry in behind her and locking the door again. "I thought it might be fun to recreate the ending of our first date," she purred at him, pressing herself up against him once more.

"I, we, I could do that," he managed to get out, that adorable awed smile coming to his face again.

She liked how flustered he would get sometimes, for some reason it just made her feel so safe with him. It was probably what made her let her guard down around him. She had grown up surrounded by pig-headed men who were constantly making her feel like she had to work harder at everything to prove herself. Harry though, he was sweet and bumbling, yet smart and quick witted. It was really just the relationship part that he would go bashful over, and it was so cute.

The practice mats were stacked nicely behind them and she gave Harry a deep kiss before walking them backwards and climbing up on them, laying back and resting on her elbows, arching an eyebrow at him in invitation.

Harry looked like he was in some kind of a trance before he scrambled to follow her onto the mats. She cast one last spell to muffle any sound they made before his lips were on hers again.

This was the most intimate position they'd been in, he was laying between her legs as their mouths met. At first the two of them were smiling over how naughty they were being and their kisses were interrupted with her excited giggles, slowly though the laughter subsided and they simply melted against each other.

After their first meeting in the pub their dates had usually ended up with them in some sort of heated embrace. Starting off their dates this way felt like a fantastic idea as well.

His body pressed down on top of her wasn't funny at all anymore, it was hot and rubbing all the right places. The excitement behind the location dissipated and soon it was just the heat left between them. His hand started inching up her side until he had his full hand cover her breast. She arched her back so he could get a proper handful of her and she wrapped her legs around him, increasing the friction that was growing there.

As they moved together his lips left hers and trailed down her neck. "Can I?" he asked, moving his hand from her breast down to her leg.

Was she ever glad she was wearing a skirt.

"Yes," she nodded eagerly, he had got her good and worked up now. She remembered that she had wanted to return the favor though and her fingers went for his belt. "Can't have just me enjoying this though, can we?" she said saucily and pulled his belt loose, her fingers now undoing the button there and pulling down the zip.

"Gin-" he didn't manage the rest of her name once her hand had dove into his pants, boldly grasping hold of him. Instead of finishing her name it turned into a groan of pleasure.

It was a slightly awkward position; grasping him while he had one arm touching her and the other trying to keep him from crushing her completely.

As they touched each other the movements were making her skirt ride higher, and his trousers and pants sink lower down his legs. Their bodies too moved closer together until their hands weren't involved at all, they were simply grinding against each other, his bare manhood riding along her knicker covered clit.

Their lips found each other again, tongues dancing together as their movements became determined. Like it had last time, his hand snaked around behind her. Ginny let out a very appreciative moan when his fingers wrapped tightly under her thigh and pressed against her entrance.

Her head rolled back against the mat and she pushed her body to rock downwards and increase the pressure of his fingers there.

His mouth fastened to her neck and she bit her lip as he moved his fingers under her knickers and they dove inside her. Her own fingers came up to clutch at the back of his shirt.

"Yes," she moaned, the thoughts in her head no longer making sense, all she knew was that she was chasing her orgasm. "Do it," she panted out, not knowing at all what she was saying.

Then, quick as a flash, the pressure of his fingers inside her was replaced with another, much larger, pressure.

Her eyes went wide and she drew in a large gasp. There was a shock of pain that followed the pressure, but it didn't last.

He was properly inside her now. They were actually having sex! She felt so … full.

Harry must not have realized what he had just done. The sex part yes, the taking her virginity part, no. Because he was groaning with pleasure from being inside her and hadn't noticed how she had tensed up slightly as she adjusted to the sheer size of him.

It didn't take long for her shock to wear off and the incredible sensations that having his thick, hard dick inside her take over. Soon she was moaning and rocking back against him as good as he was giving it to her, slowing him down a bit so she could enjoy the feeling of him sliding in and out of her, grinding up against him when he was fully sheathed.

Bouts of muttered profanity were leaving both of their mouths as their pleasure mounted. Harry was the first to gasp out his finish, but Ginny was so close.

"Keep going! Please," she begged, nearly crying with desperation.

And he did. It wasn't quite the same sensation as it had been, but just a few seconds more and she was crying out her own finish loudly.

Harry collapsed down on top of her, she herself was feeling completely tapped of energy. Her brain was all fuzzy in a post coital haze, but in her first moment of clarity she cast her hand out and fumbled around for her wand, finding it and casting the charm on herself quickly.

"Right," Harry said quietly in her ear, "charm."

As she caught her breath she cast another charm, this time it was a cleaning one. They both shivered at the slight cooling sensation that it caused where they were still joined.

Harry pulled his weight up onto his elbows and moved his lower half down so he would slide out of her. He held himself there and Ginny opened her eyes to look up at him. His expression held a look of wonder and satisfaction.

Ginny felt her whole body go warm and a smile come to her face from the way he was looking at her.

"That was amazing," he whispered.

"It was," she whispered back.

"I never anticipated it would be in a Quidditch Stadium storage room," he chuckled lightly before giving her a sweet kiss.

"Nor had I." She didn't feel any regret about what had just happened. They had simply gotten carried away, and she had heard a few stories from her friends about their first times and knew she had been rather lucky that she'd actually gotten off from it.

It had been sudden, but it hadn't hurt as much as she had thought it would. She recovered from the pain quickly anyhow.

And he hadn't even needed to remove her knickers. That had her chuckling a bit.

He rolled to the side of the mat's, resting his back against the wall and pulling up his pants and trousers. Ginny shifted her skirt down and they simply lay there, smiling at each other.

"I'm so sleepy now," he told her happily as he pulled her in to cuddle against him.

She hummed in agreement. "I'll need food shortly though."

"Shortly," he agreed as they both closed their eyes for a little while longer and enjoy their relaxed states for a bit longer.

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Three years later

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"Come on Ginny. A game of Firsts is basically a must at bachelorette parties. You can't turn it down just because you are doing a combined bachelor/bachelorette party!" Angelina coaxed drunkenly.

"Even I had to do it at mine," Hermione pointed out with a slight slur. The emphasis on that being due to how she had a much more 'proper' way about her than Ginny did.

These two were fairly intoxicated; given that the party was already in full swing this was a good thing. Ginny herself was feeling the several shots that had been forced upon her over the last three hours.

"Fine!" Ginny rolled her eyes. "But what ever our answers are, you aren't allowed to take the mickey. Understood?" she pointed a threatening finger in their faces.

Truthfully, Ginny had a lot of fun learning the answers to her sister-in-laws 'first experience' game at their parties, she really shouldn't deny them the same fun, and one or two more drinks in her and she couldn't imagine she would care. Plus, added benefit of her soon-to-be husband being a wiz with potions was that he could make them all forget if they really wanted to.

The two girls gave squeals of delight and Ginny broke away from them to find Harry, who was talking to George in the backyard to tell him what was about to happen. She hadn't managed to get her forewarning out about the game they were going to be forced to play when Angelina climbed onto a chair and called for everyone's attention.

"Oh brother," Ginny sighed.

"What's going on?" Harry asked her.

"We're about to be very embarrassed," she told him dryly.

"Well, it is tradition, is it not?" he asked, clearly thinking this was just about to be some speeches or something.

"Attention everyone!" Angelina shouted. "If you could all gather 'round. We are going to play a little game you should all be familiar with. THE GAME OF FIRSTS!"

"Oh no," Harry said under his breath.

'Oh no' indeed, Ginny thought. In all their years together this was still something that they hadn't talked about together. He hadn't brought it up, so neither had she. They were both just in their twenties when they met, it was simply assumed that they had a past. She didn't want to know about who he'd been with, and she wasn't eager to share that information with him either. They had simply known that each other had a past, that was it.

"Can I have the first question for the lovely bride or groom?" Angelina asked the crowd.

"FIRST KISS!" shouted a voice from the back. It sounded suspiciously like her first boyfriend, Dean Thomas, who was now simply a good friend and happily married.

"Alright. First kiss. Harry?" Angelina asked.

"Err, that would have been Megan Fernandez," he said awkwardly. "I was sixteen, we met at the beach, nothing came of it."

"Okay Ginny, he was sixteen, and you?"

"Fourteen, Michael Corner, under the mistletoe. We went on one date and that was it," Ginny told them easily.

"FIRST OVER THE CLOTHES," called out Matthew Bryant, one of Harry's friends from work.

"First over the clothes! Yes, Ginny, you first," Angelina said.

Ginny cringed, there was no way that her brothers would want to hear this. "It, um, urgh. Sixteen, Dean Thomas, boys dorms in Gryffindor," she let out reluctantly.

A cat call came from the back of the crowd, no doubt aimed at Dean more than at her.

"And Harry," Angelina beamed at him.

Ginny turned to look at her groom. He was very red in the face and looked more reluctant that she had to give his answer. "I, um," he started, dragging his response out. "It was in the storeroom of a pub," he said awkwardly and finally caught Ginny's eye.

Her jaw dropped.

It was her?

She was his first over the clothes experience?

But then, that meant that…

"The bride and groom to be need a minute," she announced loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the house, up to her old bedroom for some privacy.

"It was me?!" She asked incredulously once they were alone. "I was your first?"

"I, um, see, it's kind of funny how we never brought it up," he gave a half-hearted laugh, it not lasting past two chuckles before he was simply swallowing his tongue and waiting for her reaction.

"But, so. Then in the other storeroom two weeks later," she intimated.

"Yeah," he admitted bashfully. "That was my first time."

She couldn't believe it! "Harry," she stepped forward and put her arms around his neck. "That was my first time too."

"What?" he asked dumbly, searching her eyes for any sign of deceit. "That was, then I took your…"

"We were each other's firsts," Ginny had a bubble of laughter escape her, and unable to stop more from coming out.

Harry started laughing as well. "I can't believe it! But... I remember you telling me to do it?"

Ginny just shook her head slightly. "I don't really remember what I might have said. Just that I was pretty keen in the moment and next thing I knew we were properly shagging. I didn't want to tell you I had been a virgin in case you were going to start apologizing or something." It would have been completely like him to do that, and it had been a really enjoyable experience, so he had nothing to feel bad about. Telling him would have just tarnished the memory of it.

"I can't believe we both lost our virginity in a Quidditch Storage room," Harry said in amazement. "To each other."

Ginny's smile widened and she pulled him closer to her, "I've no regrets."

Harry wrapped his own arms tighter around her waist, "none whatsoever."

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