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Conquests- The Sequel

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Three days she'd been gone from his flat. Well, it had been two full days after all was said and done and Katrina had been hauled off to the Ministry, but it felt like three full days had gone since he'd last seen Ginny Weasley.

It had been entirely distracting having her staying in his flat.

He hadn't expected the Auror that was coming to stay at his to be a fit woman like her. He'd expected some big burly guy, like her partner. He'd also expected someone that didn't know anything about Muggles and who he could prove shouldn't have been there supervising his every move in his own flat. Which was what the video recorder had been about.

Ginny had been a surprise in so many different ways and he hadn't been sure how to behave around her. On one level, it was super annoying to have her just there. As in, she was simply there and silent, nearly always in eye line of him; sitting on the couch reading, in his kitchen making something. It was unnerving.

On another level, well, she'd been distracting for a whole different reason. Like how she was fit, and had that lovely red hair, and enjoyed reading quietly.

It was only when Sirius showed up for their Friday dinner that he learned that she could be witty. It was also then that he found out she could lay a grown man out flat in an instant as well, but that was just hot. Sirius was the one to get her to start talking and pique Harry's interest though.

He hadn't realized she was supposed to be some kind of bait for the crazed fan of his. If someone had mentioned that sooner then maybe what had gone on between them last Saturday might have happened sooner. It would have been so much more preferable to get to know her properly while they were still stuck in close quarters, because as smooth as he'd managed to play it running into her at lunch, it would have been a hell of a lot smoother if they'd had more than the single day of building rapport.

Sirius had really dug into him about it last Friday, about Ginny and how he thought they'd make a good match. Sirius had found out Ginny had played Quidditch at Hogwarts and what it was her brothers did for a living. It just so happened that Sirius made a hobby of looking into people; sometimes it was for money, sometimes it was for fun or out of spite for someone he didn't like. And Sirius liked what he'd found out about Ginny, which meant that Harry got an earful over several glasses of Scotch last Friday night.

Coming back to his flat in the morning and the first thing he saw being her in skintight clothes stretching all over his living space just made his Godfathers words echo in his mind underneath all the head pounding that went on before he took a pill to ease the pain.

Merlin, she was super fit. And he really enjoyed watching her bend this way and that.

It was strange to think that he'd never spent as much time with a woman as he had with her, yet they barely said anything to each other. Well, it wasn't like he spent much time talking to the other women he'd been around, they were mostly snogging and sleeping, talking wasn't something that mattered to him with them. It was all just him going through the motions and letting his hormones and sex drive take the lead.

That notebook that he kept, the one he was kicking himself over now, he wasn't sure why exactly he started it. It wasn't because he was recording the notches in his belt or to have something to look back on and smirk over. It was more because he thought that maybe if he knew their names then perhaps he might remember something else about them and he wouldn't just be like some of the other guys on the team who were just assholes to women and just used them as playthings.

Harry had heard the stories from Sirius about what his parents were like, about how his dad had seemed to know from first sight of his mum that she was the one, that it took his mum a bit of time to come around but when she finally did the two of them were so happy together. He wanted that. It was his end game to have that.

Which is why he was wanting to put effort in with Ginny now.

After how great his Saturday with her had turned out and how lovely it had been to wake up with her in his arms on Sunday, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that seeing her tackling Katrina and giving him the show of her with all her dominance whilst topless didn't keep that thought process going. She was feisty and funny. Her personality had really come out after they started talking about fairy tales too, and he liked it.

When he went into the pub for lunch with the team he thought that his eyes might be playing tricks on him, spotting her there on the other side of the pub. That vibrant hair wasn't an easy color to mistake though. She had this blush on her cheeks that looked a bit out of place, like she might be too warm. Her eyes were staring wide and bright at the man across from her, who from behind looked like it might be her partner.

Then she looked over at him and even from the distance he could see her cheeks starting to blush more and she gave him a feeble wave and a smile.

That was all the invitation he needed.

"Mister Potter!" Ginny's partner greeted him when Harry got close to their table. "Fancy meeting you here. Mind keeping my seat warm? I'll be back in a minute."

Harry could do no more than raise an eyebrow as the man quickly stood up and wandered off towards the bathroom. This felt rather orchestrated but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. After he took his seat across from Ginny, he nearly let out a chuckle since he saw her partner hadn't actually gone into the bathrooms, he was just leaning against the wall near them with his arms crossed and staring pointedly at Harry, as though encouraging him to make a move.

That was exactly what he was going to do too.

"It's been quiet in my flat with you gone," he started, looking back at her and pretending they didn't have an audience.

Ginny raised her eyebrow at him in amusement. "It was quiet in your flat while I was there too."

"Yeah," he smiled, feeling a bit more nervous than he had expected to. "It was too bad we didn't get to know each other better before that last day there."

Ginny nodded and looked down into her drink, playing with the straw. He really wished she'd stop playing with it though. It seemed like she didn't realize what motion she was doing, her hand going up and down with the straw.

It was very suggestive.

"I have been regretting that I didn't get more of an opportunity to enjoy that bed of yours," she said. His eyes shot up to hers. "Because it was super comfortable," she added hastily. "Thinking of making the plunge and getting a mattress like it. And the… pillows."

He couldn't look away from her then. He was trying to figure her out; if she was open to them spending more time together.

What he really wanted to ask was if she wanted to give his bed another testing out, but that was a line he could only use if he had a few pints in him and didn't really give a shit about her. He was already at the point of giving a shit about her though. More than. And he didn't want this to turn out to be nothing, like all the other nothings had been.

She sucked in a deep breath and put an appeasing, forced smile on her face. "Relieved to have the place to yourself again?" she asked. "Looks like you're back to going out with the team."

He wanted to wince at that inference but managed to hold himself together. There was this hopeful glint in her eye, and the way she was holding herself, like she was bracing for his response. It made him a bit hopeful himself.

"It's lunchtime," he told her.

The look she gave him then made him hold back another laugh. He could practically feel her resisting to roll her eyes at him. But he knew what she meant by that comment, and she knew that he knew.

"It is," she nodded. "That's why Chris brought me here. That and, well, I guess he knew you'd show up."

Good job, Chris, Harry thought happily. "Oh? Have we got some unfinished business?"

It was the wrong thing to say and the wrong tone to say it in. Her face lost that hopefulness. Now it held more resignation.

"Yeah," she deadpanned and sucked in a breath. "Want to go bang it out in the loo? Get it done with?" she asked.

He could see she was serious about that suggestion. As though if he stood up from the table right now and started walking towards where her partner, Chris, was still standing and watching them conspicuously, she'd just stand up and follow after him. Then they'd shag and that would be the final impression of him she'd have.

"No," he told her straight. There was no way that she didn't see that he was turning down that offer because it wasn't at all appealing. He wanted her legs to be wrapped around him, but not here. Not in a public place, and not in some grubby pub loo where they'd be overheard and he'd potentially be high-fived for it by one of his teammates ten minutes later.

It was time to put his cards on the table.

"Sirius wanted me to invite you over for dinner on Friday at mine. If you're available."

Okay, maybe he was putting half of his cards on the table, because that certainly wasn't the truth. Sirius did want to see her again, but he'd said nothing about the three of them getting together for dinner.

"You're inviting me over for dinner?" she asked curiously.

"I am. And this time you won't be on the job and will be able to enjoy yourself properly," he said, the idea of it making him feel warm with an excited kind of happiness. She'd be able to join them for a drink and he'd see what kind of stories came out of her mouth. Maybe they could finish the night with another viewing of a movie in his bed.

Ginny was smiling too, she was pleased. "Well," she started in a teasing tone, "I was hoping to get another chance to chat with Sirius. He's a fun guy."

Harry smirked at her, "I've the same opinion." It was time to put another card down though. "He did say he expects me to make something extra special for it," he lied again. "Sounds like I'll have my evenings full of figuring that out and best be staying in for the night until then. Make sure I get the meal just right."

It had been a long time since a girl had made him want to swallow his own tongue from nervousness. He was feeling it now though and was working very hard to suppress the feelings and steady on.

"Right," Ginny said as she stared at him, that lovely color coming back to her cheeks.

"I'm not that big of a chauvinistic pig, you know," he added for good measure.

"I've come to realize that," she smiled.

He saw the waitress was coming to the table with hers and Chris' meal and got up from the seat, moving around the table to take his leave, and very much wanting to make some kind of physical contact with her, something that would make him feel sure that she agreed she'd be at his for dinner. He leaned down to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

And since she'd made the suggestion they shag in the bathroom, he had to leave her with one more comment. "Maybe you'll take another look at that mattress of mine too. Make sure it's the one you want to go with," he said cheekily.

Ginny grinned wider at him over that. "Maybe," she told him, making no promises to that part of the evening.

Harry gave a nod to Chris before walking back to join his team, feeling like he'd just overcome a great hurdle.

Tomorrow, he told himself, he'd send her an owl with a dinner suggestion.

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"So, you want me to be sat here pretending that this whole dinner thing was my idea, meanwhile, both of you know it wasn't," Sirius asked, smirking at him the whole time. "Because neither of you are able to admit to the other that you're interested in something a little more."

Harry knew Sirius was going to give him a hard time for this. He was fully aware that it sounded like he'd just gone up to Ginny at the pub and pulled on her pigtails to let her know he was interested. He didn't need Sirius sitting there at his island counter looking all lording and superior.

"Ah, how you remind me of your father right now," Sirius cooed. "Back when everything he did just annoyed the crap out of your mother. Prongs would always ask me to run interference or try to convince me to instigate a scenario just so he had the opportunity to talk to her or spend time with her. Of course, once they were in seventh year and he wasn't so much of a prat, that's when my job got a lot easier. Well, more annoying because it was pointless and they both wanted to spend time with each other, but easier."

Harry turned his attention solely on grating the cheese for the nachos he was preparing. He liked hearing stories about his mum and dad, even if it was one's he'd heard before. It was a reminder of how they'd started out rough and fell in love anyhow. And he'd heard it from several people that had known them separate and then together that they had really been in love with each other, it hadn't been something that was 'doomed from the start', which is how Sirius always described his own failed relationships.

He pulled a green pepper out of the fridge and started dicing it up.

"Sure you don't want to make something a little more fancy than nachos?" Sirius asked skeptically.

Harry shook his head. "No. I told you, we've been sending owls back and forth all week and nachos is what we landed on. It isn't a dish that requires everyone to be silently enjoying, and I'm going to make enough that it'll last through plenty of conversation."

He and Ginny had discussed it. He'd instigated the correspondence they'd been sending each other all week and it had gotten very serious, in a rather funny way. She'd been at his place and had his cooking before, she knew what he was capable of in the kitchen. He was also very sure that she knew that this wasn't just about the food. It was about spending more time together.

Ginny was funny in her letters too. He'd laughed over some of her responses to his suggestions. He'd teasingly suggested cold tea and crumpets, to which she responded that he may as well have offered her the sink sponge to lick. She'd then suggested he go full out with an oven roasted turkey and stuffing, the whole nine, and that they make it a weekend event, just keep going until it was all gone.

Back and forth they wrote until he came up with this simple, yet perfect, dish of nachos with several dip options where they could all eat from the same hot pan and portion appropriately.

"Now, when am I to take my queue to leave?" Sirius asked. "Did you want to just," and he 'subtly' brushed his nose, "when you're ready to do the yawn and stretch?" Then he mimed yawning and putting his arm around the imaginary woman beside him.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle over that one. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do. Or I could just remind you of something you had to be fully awake for early tomorrow morning." He said this heavily while indicating obviously with his eyebrows towards the fireplace in jest.

"Oh yeah, that's much better," Sirius chuckled. "She'll have no idea what's going on then." He stole a bit of cheese and popped it in his mouth. "You do seem like you've come full circle since this time last week," he mentioned, looking happy about it.

"Well, like I said, we had a good time last Saturday. I know her better now, and I'm hoping that I'll get to know even more about her tonight."

"Uh huh. And this doesn't have anything to do with you having seen her wrestling another woman whilst naked?" he teased. Harry had told him the story of what had happened with Katrina.

"She was wearing a towel! It just… slipped," he said lamely.

"Wish that would happen around my place," Sirius stated and then stole another piece of cheese.

"I'm glad she was still interested. I mean, she knows I've gotten around, and who that's been with thanks to what happened, and she was still game for this."

Sirius dismissed that concern with a wave of his hand. "I'm sure she's got a long list of suitors she's had in the past too. She's a very attractive girl. Isn't like it'd be hard for her to find someone to throw her legs around."

Harry wasn't happy thinking about that though.

"Don't you make that face," Sirius warned him.

"What face?"

"Like you're the only one of the two of you who's allowed to have a roster in your history. Merlin, she found a woman in your bed the first day she was here," he gestured to Harry's room behind him. "She see's you making that face at any mention of her sexual history and you'll be in for it."

Harry rolled his eyes and nodded. He knew that wasn't playing fair, but he also just didn't want to think about it. Instead, he started sautéing ground beef and onion in a pan on the stove.

"She should be here any minute, so if you have any more snarky comments or words of wisdom for me, best get that out of the way now," Harry told him.

It was ten minutes of Sirius having a running dialogue of what Harry's parents first unofficial date had been like later that there was a knock at the door. Unfortunately, Harry couldn't get his hands cleaned off fast enough to stop his Godfather being the one to open it.

"Ginny!" Sirius greeted her loudly. "I thought you'd come in using the Floo."

"I'm not set up to it anymore," she grinned at Sirius, chuckling when he enveloped her in a hug.

"Ah, we'll get that changed back soon enough," Sirius said off hand.

Harry raised his eyebrows at that, not saying anything. It was like his Godfather had just decided that she was the one for Harry and that was that, his days of prowling the bars were done and he may as well put a ring on her finger already.

However, Harry wanted to see how things played out rather than just diving in full force like that.

"How about we just start with the nachos and beer?" Harry suggested.

"Yes," Sirius stated loudly and headed back to the kitchen. "Pub fare from the comfort of home. Who would have thought?"

Harry shook his head at Ginny in exasperation over how Sirius had jumped right in to greet her. He wasn't sure how to greet her himself though. Would a hug have been too much just then?

Ginny smirked at him for his struggles with that. "Last time you saw me I got a kiss on the cheek farewell. I wouldn't mind that as a greeting either."

She was a cheeky one, wasn't she?

It didn't stop him from grinning at her and doing as she said though. Her cheek was still a little cold from being outside, they left his lips feeling a bit of a tingle after he pulled away and it wasn't unpleasant in the least.

Ginny grinned up at him. "So, you did land on nachos then?"

"Of course."

"With olives?"

He smiled wider at her. "Yes, with olives. I don't know who told you that nine olive law but anyone who doesn't instantly like them is crazy so far as I'm concerned."

"What is this Nine Olive Law?" Sirius asked loudly from the kitchen island, clearly trying to tell them they should both find their way to the kitchen to join him.

"It isn't a law," Ginny told Sirius as she took a seat beside him across the counter from Harry who went back to preparing the meal. "It is more of a theory that anyone who doesn't like olives simply hasn't tried them enough. That it takes someone eating nine olives to start liking them."

"Interesting. I wonder if that applied to capers," Sirius wondered.

"Probably anything that is stored in a salty water and oil mix," Ginny decided.

Harry handed her a beer from his fridge and set the oven to heat up while Sirius asked her about how boring her week had been now that she was back in the office.

"I was pretty bored here actually. All Potter here has to read is those detective novels," she pointed towards his bookshelf.

"Hey, those are good," Harry protested.

"No, they aren't," Ginny told him straight, a smile playing about her lips. "It is obvious in the first two chapters how it's all going to play out. The detective is going to wind up shagging the hot chick and it'll be some minute detail given away that solves the whole case."

"Are you saying," Sirius started asking with pretend bated breath, "that the butler did it?!"

They all started snorting into their drinks.

"Really though," Harry started, "I'm glad no one got seriously hurt. What's the story with her now? Are we allowed to know?" he asked about Katrina.

Ginny nodded. "She's still in processing while we find out the verdict about how long she'll be put away and where. There've also been a few Mind Healers in to see her to determine if she's regretful or likely to do it again. Part of my job this past week has been to figure out if you're the first one she's been targeting with her obsession."

"You think she might have focused her fancy on another bloke besides Harry?" Sirius asked her.

Ginny shrugged. "Could have. She only started acting out with you a few months ago," she told him. "It's likely that her past fancy's have been on the receiving end of it too. There're a few of us looking through her history and talking to her friends to find out who she's dated in the past or taken an interest in. There could have been something that made her snap a bit and start her obsession too. A trauma or something that she'd prefer not to think about and instead focused her energy on going coocoo for you." She finished that off with a wink at him.

"Come up with any others yet?" Harry asked her.

"That I can't tell you," she told him honestly. Which made him think the answer was a yes.

"Well, now that you aren't babysitting him you can tell us one thing," Sirius told her.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Are you a Puddlemere fan?" he asked importantly.

Ginny let out a loud laugh. "Er, no, actually." She held out her hand to Harry, who was ready to give her a few words. "Not that you aren't any good. You're a brilliant Seeker, and when my team does go up against you I've started just hoping that the Chasers get in enough goals that they don't wind up getting completely trounced."

"Well, you can't be a Canon's fan then," Sirius laughed.

"Urgh, no. My youngest brother is though. And funnily enough, he's always surprised when they lose." She gave a shake of her head at how ridiculous that was since the Canons always lose. "I'm a Wimbourne Wasps fan."

"Ah, would have guessed Harpies," Sirius commented.

"Because it's an all-female team?" Ginny guessed correctly. "No. I used to be a fan of theirs, but then one of my old teammates from school got recruited to the Wasps and I defected."

"Oh?" Harry perked up. "Who's that?"

"Alicia Spinnet?" Ginny prompted, wondering if he knew her.

"Oh yeah! She's good," he grinned. Spinnet had just been bumped up to second string and had played in a few games against them.

"You played in school then?" Sirius asked, even though he already knew she did.

"Yeah. Played Seeker for a few years, then a Chaser spot opened and did that for the last two. I wasn't going to make a career out of it. It was just for fun, and a distraction from my schoolwork."

"And boys," Sirius cajoled.

"No," she shook her head, smirking at him. "It's how I got the boys to notice me," she grinned and winked at Sirius. "I think Harry here can attest, being a Quidditch player just makes the dating scene such a fun playground."

Harry closed his eyes and gave an internal sigh at that teasing. Something Ginny and Sirius seemed to find funny.

Sirius was the one to dominate most of the conversation from there on out. He usually was one that had a hard time keeping his mouth shut, now he had a fresh audience again in Ginny. She did look to be enjoying herself though, and was able to keep up with him, that was a big plus in Harry's mind. Sirius could dart from one topic to another and back again quickly and connecting the dots that were in his dialogues could be a chore for some.

She kept passing Harry these looks too, ones that told him while she was having fun with Sirius she was also looking forward to when Sirius would bid them goodnight.

The two of them did get some of their own words in edgewise through out the meal, it always set Sirius off on another tirade though.

"Alright," his Godfather said finally and placed both his hands palm down on the table, pushing back his chair. "I think I've said and eaten my fill. I'll leave the two of you to enjoy the rest of your evening together."

Finally, Harry thought. It was great to have him there as a sort of ice breaker, but, Merlin, could he be long winded.

Once he was out through the green flames, Harry closed the Floo so there wouldn't be any surprise visits from anyone later that evening. It was only going on nine p.m. but knowing Sirius as he did it wouldn't be unlike him to pop back around ten and see how things were getting on, just to be a shit disturber.

"Sorry about him," Harry said to her.

"It's not a problem," she chuckled. She'd started collecting all the napkins and dishes and set about washing up.

"You don't have to do that!" he protested gently.

"I know I'm not staying here anymore, but it needed to get done and I'm here in the kitchen already." She gave a one shouldered shrug. "I'm also a bit weird and enjoy doing the washing up. For some reason keeping my hands busy keeps my head organized or something."

He could understand that. He was a bit of a neat freak, something that might have stemmed from living his first few years with his aunt who abhorred having anything out of place. He had a maid service to take care of the deep cleaning around his place, but the day to day he took care of himself.

He didn't protest any harder, her having stayed at his flat for that time made it feel almost natural that she be there in his space. And the kitchen was most certainly his space.

"So, you don't find Sirius too much then?"

"Ha! No. I'm used to not being able to get a word in edgewise at home. There are always people talking." She finished with the sink and wiped her hands on the dish towel then came around to sit beside him. "Did you have anything else planned for this evening?" she asked leadingly.

"Simply to enjoy your company," he told her evasively.

It was very quiet in the flat now with it just being the two of them.

"Oh, yes?" she grinned. "Just wanted to have a long chat, just the two of us?"

"Or perhaps I could introduce you to the world of what Muggle's believe is magic with another movie," he offered.

Her eyes lit up at that suggestion. It had been a bit captivating to see how she reacted to the movies they'd watched last weekend. It was clear to him she'd never watched any before with the way she kept leaning in towards the screen and hanging on to every word that the actors and narrators said. It had been more entertaining to watch her than it had been the movies.

Now he had the opportunity to show her another one and he had the perfect one in mind. A little violence, a little humor… a little romance.

He wanted to see how she would respond to that bit. Harry knew that he'd captured her interest in that avenue and was looking forward to seeing what her reaction would be to the two main characters in the movie he had in mind with their unspoken interest in each other might be.

"I am very interested in this plan," she grinned.

"Popcorn then?"

"Absolutely."

Ten minutes later she was rearranging the pillows on his bed and he was getting his television and vcr set up to start watching The Mummy.

It was bound to captivate her attention and last weekend she'd fallen asleep before the end of the last movie they'd watched because the tone of it, while still an amazing film, was slow going. He hoped this one would still have her somewhat energized after watching it and perhaps open to finishing off the evening wrapped up in each other.

He sat back against the headboard, much closer to her tonight than he had been last time.

"All set?" he asked quietly as the opening previews ran.

"All set," she confirmed.

There was still space between them but he didn't want to be the one that closed the final distance. He could wait. She'd flat out told him that she wanted him, he knew the problem was that he had a reputation.

It would have helped him relax a bit more if she didn't smell and look so good tonight.

Gradually throughout the movie she did start moving closer to him. By thirty minutes into the film she was cuddled into his side. It was cute to see her staring so intently at the screen and forgetting herself. Every time something major happened she would shift closer to him, lean forward, then remember she was watching a movie, that it wasn't real, and rest back. It got to the point that she was resting her head on his shoulder.

By the time the movie ended he had his arm around her and she was properly snuggled up to him.

"Oh, I'm so glad it worked out the way it did," she cooed as the credits rolled.

He grinned and buried his face into her hair, giving her a kiss on top of her head. "There's a sequel to this where the two of them are married and their kid winds up getting into some trouble."

She looked up at him excitedly as though she was about to ask if he had that one for them to watch as well, then she realized how close they were. "Next time?" she asked hopefully.

He touched his nose to hers. "Are you just using me for my Muggle technology?" he asked quietly.

Ginny's hand came to his thigh and started moving up and down. "Maybe," she purred. "Is this you putting the moves on me, Potter?" she asked.

"Do I really need moves, besides being completely obvious?"

"You might think you're being obvious. I'm still not clear what this is." Her hand kept moving back and forth, going closer to his inner thigh with each pass.

"It's more than us shagging it out in a pub bathroom."

"Well, this mattress is infinitely more comfortable than a dirty wooden stall would be," she agreed.

"It's more than a fling that I'm interested in," he told her. He knew that was what she really wanted to know.

"Good." Ginny pulled back from him a bit and sat straighter before she brought her leg over his and sat in his lap. "I've been back and forth all week about what I'd let myself do with you tonight."

His hands came down on her thighs, they travelled up to her hips and slowly up her sides. "Where did you land?" Her hands had wandered into his hair, still just their noses touching and grazing each other's, not their lips. Not yet.

"The discussion always came back around to me being incredibly randy and you being very fit."

He chuckled at that. "I really hope I'm the reason you're so randy."

She shrugged playfully. "I guess I'll let you know in the morning, if I'm still ready and asking for another go," Ginny said in a whisper.

With that they finally let their lips meet.

It was a different experience for him to be completely sober and snogging someone he'd grown to have a vested interest in. His heart was pounding a little faster, his nerves were more on end. Ginny wasn't some girl that he picked up in the bar, or had just come at him. She was something, and he was very interested in giving it a go between them for more than one night. Just sitting here snogging her in his bed was getting him more worked up than he usually was when he was naked with a woman.

Having this history, albeit short, between them and that want for her that had grown stronger over their time together and apart made it more.

"Are you sure?" he asked her. He wanted to make sure that she was okay with what was about to happen.

"Yes," she chuckled. "I don't think you realize how much I didn't want to stop you from having your wandering hand that you did when we woke up together."

"Oh really?" he asked with intrigue.

"Mhmm," she nodded, kissing him again and then starting to kiss her way down his neck. "It felt good having your hands on me then," she said against his skin.

Right now his hands were rising up her back under her shirt. They found the catch on her bra and undid it, then started moving freely across her skin as she kept kissing his neck and along his jawline.

"I'd wished I wasn't wearing a bra then. Had these scenarios playing out in my head all week of how we could have got carried away," she continued. Her hips had started moving now, rocking against his. He smiled at how good that felt to have her teasing him.

"How would it have played out?" he encouraged. He wasn't very vocal when it came to bedroom activities. He'd had a few women who made a point of saying things in the heat of the moment, there hadn't ever been a dialogue or anything though. No sexy storytelling to start things off.

This was new and exciting.

"I would have let your hand keep riding upwards," she told him, pulling at his elbow so she could take his hand. She sat up straighter, clasped her fingers around his hand and brought it up the front of her shirt, under her loose bra to grab her breast.

He licked his lips and watched the movement that was going on beneath her shirt. He had to visualize what it looked like to have his hand against her breast, kneading her there with her own hand encouraging him. His breath was coming out in puffs.

"Then what?" he whispered.

Ginny bit her bottom lip and rocked her hips again. "Then I would have moved back towards you more so we'd be pressed up tight together. I would have rocked my bum back against you, like I'm doing now with my hips. And you would have started rocking against me to, just like you are."

He was. He was limited in what movements he could make, sitting up as he was, but his hips were moving against hers. "Then what?"

She pressed her forehead against his again, the corners of her lovely lips still turned up. She liked having this power over him like she did. And he was fine giving her all the control like this. He'd been replaying her pinning Katrina to the ground and picturing himself in Katrina's place.

S&M didn't interest him, but he'd let her dominate him. He wanted her to be the one in the drivers seat right now. Harry expected she'd be exceptional at it.

Ginny tilted her chin forwards and kissed him again, deeply. "Then," she whispered, "your hand would travel downwards, between my legs. You'd use your fingers on me to make sure you got me good and worked up."

"And how worked up would I have found you to be?" He leaned forward and kissed her again, his hand that wasn't groping her moved to take off her shirt.

She helped him remove her shirt all the way and tossed her shirt and bra to the floor. "Oh, I was ready for you," she told him, her voice heavy with arousal. Her words struck him tenfold when she grabbed him by the sides of his head and brought his face to her breasts.

He clutched at her back as he buried his face in her breasts.

Harry loved the feeling of it. She was so soft and supple. He kissed her there, nipped at her, traced his tongue along her areola. Hearing her humming from enjoyment he looked up and saw her head was leaned back as he lavished his attention on her chest.

She'd come up on her knees so she'd be the proper height for him to take full advantage. It meant that his hands were less restricted and could now grasp at her bum too and bring his fingers around to work on the button on her jeans.

From there things moved quickly. More clothes were chucked to the floor and it was a montage of hands grasping, teeth nipping at each other and legs becoming a tangled mess along with the sheets.

They simply lost themselves in each other and it was incredible.

He slid inside her and reveled in the feel of her locking him in place with her legs, forcing him to move the way she wanted. It was so fucking hot having her telling him in these demanding, yet subtle ways, how he needed to get her where she wanted to go.

And it didn't take long.

She was telling the truth, she had been worked up. Before he'd had enough time to properly enjoy it, he felt her clamping down around him.

"Fuck! Ginny!" he gasped as she came undone. Feeling her clenching around him was fantastic.

Her nails raked down his back and he growled with his arousal at the sensation.

"Oh, yes," she moaned as she came down from that high. "Please, Merlin, fuck Ginny," she demanded through her clenched teeth.

His eyes rolled back at that request. Her vice like hold on him with her legs relaxed as she grasped his arse and encouraged him to start taking her harder. She kept grasping him as he drove into her, crying out in pleasure with each thrust as his pace simply grew faster and more determined. It was complete music to his ears and heaven between his legs.

"Ginny, I'm going to-"

"Yes!" she cried out.

"Fuck!" he almost screamed into his pillow. It was the most satisfying and draining feeling that shot through his whole body.

He exercised for a living, yet what they just did made him feel like he'd just run a marathon before chugging Dreamless Sleep potion.

He fell to the mattress beside her and they both lay there panting.

"So good," he mumbled.

That was the last thing he remembered saying before waking up several hours later feeling incredibly relaxed. He was still tired and ready to fall back asleep, but he blinked his eyes open and took stock of how he was once again spooning Ginny, comfortably pressed up against her naked body and sharing a pillow. The slight glow of the city in the night being the only illumination in the room.

He kissed her shoulder and snuggled in a bit tighter and closed his eyes again.

It felt like only one moment had passed again and it was morning. He was in the same position as he had been in the middle of the night, right now though, he could tell that Ginny was awake. Her breathing was not that of a sleeping person.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Morning," she whispered back.

Sleepily he moved his lips down to her neck and pressed a few kisses there. She hummed and started stretching a bit, pressing back tighter against him. The feeling of her soft skin against his own was waking up more than just his mind. And it was reminding him of all she'd said to him while they were getting each other worked up last night, of what she'd wanted to happen last week.

He wanted to play that out. It seemed she did as well. He moved his hand to grasp her chest gently as he kept kissing her neck and she made this happy whimpering noise and rocked her bum back against him.

She arched her back forwards in a way that made his erection slip lower and she raised her leg to hook it back over his own. "Take me like this," she whispered.

He took himself in hand and guided himself into her. It was the best possible way to wake up. It was slow and steady and luxuriously paced. Felt like they could have dragged out this session for the full day and he'd have had no issue with that. Together they moved in perfect synchronicity, his hand on her hip helping her move back against him. That hand then slipped forwards to press against her clit, adoring the way she whimpered and sighed when he did.

He worked up his tempo with his fingers against her, craving to have that same sensation from her climaxing around him.

He rose up onto his elbow so he could look down at her in the morning light and admire the way she was biting her lip and moving back against him. His real reward came when she did, panting his name as well. It felt like a victory to hear his name on her lips like that.

And just like last night, her relaxing from her own high spurred him on to start properly searching for his own. The sound of their bodies coming together was a slow round of applause in his mind. His hand back at her hip making the hard movements more complete until he finally went over the edge, this time burying his mouth in her neck as it overcame him.

"I love being taken like that," Ginny purred as he lay his head back down against the pillow.

"Good," he panted. "I plan on doing that several more times."

"You do, do you?" she asked.

Her voice sounded relaxed, but he needed her to know that he had no intention of making this a one time thing.

"Gin?"

"Yeah?"

"We should date. Properly."

She came up on her elbows and looked down at him. "What?"

"You and me," he told her. "Let's make this a real thing."

She snorted a laugh. "Is that you asking me to be you girlfriend?"

"Piss off," he chuckled at the way she teasingly asked the question. "I've never asked anyone to be my girlfriend before, give me some leeway here."

She was still grinning as she rolled over and rested her head on his shoulder and hooked her leg comfortably between his. "Yeah, alright. I guess we could do that."

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