Iwik's Prompt- Muggle AU: Fleur and Ginny have nothing in common, except for the fact that they are rather attracted to brave, scarred men. When Ginny goes to the pool she can't help but notice the black haired man using the diving board with scars all over his body. Good thing the locker rooms are poorly supervised and very close by.

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Corona with Lime

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The sunshine on her skin and the drink in her hand, that was what made it all worth it. She'd been scrimping and saving all year so she could afford to go on this holiday, so she could have the excess funds to do the day trips as well.

The only reason she'd really been able to afford it though was because her whole family was going.

That was six brothers, three of them with girlfriends, one with a wife, and both her parents.

That was a lot of Weasley's.

They'd gotten a fantastic family rate though and with the discount airline being a nominal addition she'd been able to join.

The resort they'd chosen was huge and everyone, once they'd gotten here, had all buggered off in different directions to do whatever they wanted.

There was a big downside though, she was sharing a room that had two queen beds with her brother Ron and his girlfriend. She'd talked to them before they left England and laid down the rules. She was single, they were a couple, clearly they were going to be wanting to get up to all kinds of kinky fuckery in the room at certain points on this weeklong holiday, and she was fine with that, so long as it was done after she'd left the room in the morning and before she got back in the evening. And the main rule was not on her bed.

She didn't intend on being in her room much anyhow, there were sun chairs all over the place and seven different restaurants, swim up bars and oh so much more for her to enjoy while she was here. Her room was simply going to be somewhere for her to wash off the sand and get some sleep, change her bikini every day and shave her… everything.

"Ah, Ginny! I 'ope I run into you at some point." Ginny shielded her eyes from the sun and looked up to see her sister-in-law Fleur had come to visit with her, pulling the sun chair closer so they could have a relaxed visit.

"You've emerged from your room, I see?" Ginny smiled and rested back in her chair.

"Your muzzer, she comes and bangs on ze door. Telling us we must take a catamaran trip with 'er. Did she find you as well?"

"Not yet." She wouldn't mind going on a catamaran trip though. They had only just arrived yesterday and everyone split up in different directions, she with Ron and Hermione to drop off her luggage and leave them to settle in. They'd been out at the nightclub when she'd gotten back last night and were still sleeping when she'd left that morning. So far, so good on the room share arrangement.

"Seet up, I want to talk wiz you," Fleur encouraged and started pulling at the side of Ginny's chair.

Ginny laughed at her friends feeble attempts to right her position. "Okay, don't injure yourself." She sat up and swiveled around to lift the back of her chair into a sitting position. "What, are you tired of Bill already?"

"Zat will never 'appen. My 'usband is too sexy to resist." Fleur did a shimmy of her shoulders as if to emphasize her point.

Ginny gave her a pointed look and said, 'eww'.

Fleur gave her a dazzling smile. "I know 'e is your bruzzer, but even you know 'e is tres beau. With ze shoulders, and ze eyes and ze scars," she gushed.

"The scars?" Ginny repeated. Her brother had been a Bobby for several years now and there had been a few scrapes he'd gotten into that left him in need of medical attention.

"Oui! Ze scars tell you something, they say ziz man can 'andle anything." She waved her hand dismissively, "maintenant, zat is not why I come to talk to you. I tell your muzzer zat we will go on ze catamaran, she wants one big family outing, so you must come."

"Yeah, I can do that. It's tomorrow, right? You're not going to make me leave my chair right now?" She didn't want to get up at all right then, let alone abandon her big plans of drinking and reading in between small dips in the pool to cool off.

"Oui, it is tomorrow. I make the reservation for you with us."

"Okay." Then before she could settle back down, Fleur had taken the spray suntan lotion and started attacking her whole body with it. "Oi, I already covered myself with it! You are such a mum!"

Fleur giggled and sprayed her again. "You redheads, you do not tan, you burn! I am saving you great pain, no? When you still feel good tomorrow, you will come and thank me."

"Alright, just worry about your own porcelain skin. My bet is that you'd burn easier than I do."

"No. I think I leave you now. We have a lovely suite with a small private pool that I intend to make love in many times this afternoon."

Ginny knew that Fleur said that to tease, but it was more than likely true. "Okay, you go on and make me an auntie!" Ginny teased back, giving Fleur a small slap on her bum. "Do me proud and give me a niece."

Fleur stuck her tongue out and waved goodbye.

Before she walked away there was a big splash from the pool, someone had jumped off a diving board and launched a spray of water up into the air. Ginny turned to the noise and her eyes caught on the next person in line to use it, a lean man with short black hair and a colorful pair of swim trunks. He also had a few scars on him and they had Ginny intrigued.

"You see what I mean about ze scars, non?" Fleur winked at her.

Ginny really did.

As she turned and watched her sister-in-law walk away there were a few heads following her that belonged to the men lounging in the area, it drew Ginny's attention to the swim up bar. She could do with another drink. She didn't want to go in the water after just getting sprayed with more sunscreen though, so she got up and walked around the side of the pool and went to the other side of the bar where she didn't have to get wet.

Another wonderful thing about being at resorts like this; drinks were included!

"What can I get for you, miss?" the bartender asked.

"White rum with Sprite and a splash of grenadine, please."

"Don't forget the straw and umbrella," said the man sitting on one of the stools on the water side of the bar.

"No, otherwise it isn't a vacation drink, it's just a drink drink, and I can get those back home," she grinned at the older gentleman and they shared a wink.

"This is a very English resort, isn't it?" the man asked. He had a very similar accent to her own, somewhere in the southern area of the isle.

"I'm here with all my family, so that is about one third of the current occupants at least," she joked.

"I did notice there were a lot of redheads about. My wife is one as well, she feels right at home here. We conned our son into joining us on this trip, was it the same for your parents with you?"

"I didn't need to be conned, I needed to scrimp and save. We got a deal coming her because of the group size. I am glad that I don't have to spend every minute of the trip with them though. I've been waiting all year to do this great amount of nothing." She got her drink and looked around but didn't see another red head anywhere. "Where's your wife then?"

"Siesta. She tries to stay out of the mid-day sun. Burns too easy." He gave a nod at Ginny's shoulders, "looks like you arrived with a base layer though."

"True, I'm out in the sun a lot back home. I play a lot of football. Not that it's very sunny there, but when it is I'm usually out enjoying it."

"Ah, dad, there you are," came a voice from behind Ginny and a shadow fell over her from the person standing behind her. She turned around and found herself face to face with a young replica of the man she'd been chatting with, except this one didn't look as quick to a smile, nor did he have the same brown eyes or quite the same physique.

This specimen in front of her clearly worked out.

He had a shirt on him now, a deep V-neck, but it was slightly wet, like his hair. She was pretty sure it was the same guy that had been on the diving board a few minutes ago. And Ginny now fully appreciated what Fleur had been talking about when she said scars were sexy, because she could see them properly now that she was this close to him and the scars were clearly a few years old, they'd faded to white and were fairly visible with his tan. There were a few on his chest, she saw one on his arm and there was one on his forehead just under his fringe.

His eyebrows went up a bit when he saw her. "Well, hello." She didn't miss the way he looked down her body, she was wearing a bikini after all, so there was pretty much every bit of her on display.

"This is my son, Harry," the gentleman introduced.

"Ginny," she raised her drink in greeting.

"Hi," Harry gave her a crooked grin before looking back at his father.

"And now that you've found me, I'm just going to go and have a kip," his dad said, already retreating from his barstool and leaving the two of them there.

Harry gave his father a look and shook his head. "Think he's trying to tell me something?"

"That his 'kip' will include a 'Do Not Disturb' sign?" she suggested. "I've decided I'm banished from my own room during the days due to a sharing situation."

"I have my own room," he assured her and waved at the barman. "I'd also rather not think about that, thanks," he gave her another crooked smile.

"Yeah, I'm trying not to think about my brother and his girlfriend either." She took a drink from her glass while he ordered and gave him another looking over. He was sexy, those arms of his weren't bulky but they looked like they could support a fair amount of weight.

Harry got his drink, just a simple Corona with lime.

"The drink choice says a lot about a person," Ginny said, looking to continue conversing with this specimen for as long as she could.

"Oh yeah? And what does this say about me?"

"That it's the closest thing to water that you could get here and after your mimosa with breakfast you thought you should pace yourself."

"Got it in one," he chuckled. "And what does your drink say about you?"

"That you are what you eat; refreshing and delicious," she told him playfully.

He gave her an intrigued look at that and another once over. "I'd believe it."

Ginny smirked and attempted to look somewhat coquettish as she sipped from her straw. "I guess I'll just be heading back to my beach chair then."

"Care for company?"

He followed her back to her beach chair and pulled the one next to it even closer than it had been while they exchanged pleasantries; pleasantries laced heavy with innuendo at that.

She was on vacation though, and he was hot!

So, it wasn't a wonder how it turned out that thirty minutes later they were stumbling into a change room with their lips affixed to each other's skin, kissing here, there and everywhere. Ginny was so wrapped up in the thrill of it all that she didn't register that this was moving incredibly fast, that they barely knew anything about each other, and that she wasn't the type of girl to hook up like this.

She'd never been on vacation like this before though, she'd only been on trips within her own country. Her guard was down, her whimsical side was coming out, the one that didn't think of any consequences. She was only thinking that he tasted a bit salty and the faint scent of coconut from her sunscreen was somehow acting like an aphrodisiac.

Harry pulled off her bottoms and lifted her up so that she would wrap her legs around him. They fumbled a bit but then she slid down his body and enjoyed that first sensation of the intrusion of him into her body.

It had been a while and she'd been aching for it without realizing until now.

His upper body strength was impressive the way he was able to hold her against the wall and thrust into her like that.

Sexy, hot, somewhat anonymous vacation sex was making her feel more turned on than she'd ever been.

Apparently, he was equally turned on by it as well, because Harry was grunting out his finish not too long after they'd got started.

Ginny's body froze in the position it was in, legs wrapped around him, back against the smooth block wall behind her, and staring wide-eyed at the curtains, that were their only privacy, on the other side of the small space. She wasn't sure how to react right now.

It had been hot, it had felt good, and it felt like her lady business was giving her a polite round of applause for getting her kicks in with Hottie-with-a-Body Harry.

She didn't get her finish though.

Ginny felt him leaning forward, sort of tucking his thighs under her so that she would be able to rest there as he slid out of her and then she would be able to lower her legs back to the ground.

He adjusted his swim trunks so that he was covered up and she found her bottoms and slid them back on.

Once her bikini bottoms were back on properly, she managed to look at Harry's face and saw embarrassment written all over it.

"Sorry," he blurted out. "I, well, it's been a while."

Ginny held up her hand. "Don't worry about it."

"Please don't finish that with 'it happens to lots of guys'," he tried and failed to give a smile with that comment.

She gave him a weak chuckle. "I believe that comment is usually in reference to impotence. That wasn't the situation here."

His hand flew up to the back of his neck and he started rubbing it. "Right, yeah. I'm, well, I could still," and he gestured to her downstairs region, indicating he could take care of her by other means.

"Sweet of you to offer, but I think I'm just going to go and get another drink and cool off in the pool." Really, she just wanted to get out of there before things became even more awkward. "Mind giving me a minute head start?"

The last thing she needed right now was for one of her family members to see her walking out of a small changeroom like this with a man she'd only just met.

And it was a good thing they'd staggered their exits too, because she immediately spotted a Weasley Red head of hair coming into the pool area and making their way to the swim up bar.

Ginny moved over to the water as quick as she could and got in, dipping under the surface completely and swimming over to the bar, then coming up for air and wading through that last little bit until she was seated at the stool, the water coming up to just below her top, and she ordered another of her drinks as Percy came to stand on the dry side and waved for her to come closer.

"Percy," she greeted him, much more pleasantly than she normally did. "How are you enjoying yourself? Where's Audrey?"

Percy gave her a funny look, due to her tone of voice, before responding. "She's doing fine, in the room having a read on the balcony. How many of those have you had?" He pointed at her drink.

"Not enough that I'm falling over yet." What was it to him anyway? He could do with a few more.

"Well, do try and pace yourself. Mother stopped by the room to ask us about-"

"The catamaran trip tomorrow. Yes, I know, Fleur already found me and talked about it. She's signing me up with her and Bill."

"Do try and take some responsibility for yourself while we're here," he lectured her.

"Do try and remove that stick from your arse while we're here," she said in the exact same tone he'd used.

"Ginny," he warned.

"Percy."

"You need to-"

"You need to bugger off," Ginny said, stopping him before he could say anything else.

"Is this guy bothering you?" It was Harry that had asked. She didn't know when he showed up on the stool beside her, but he was there now.

Percy was immediately offended. "Excuse me, but I am her brother."

"And yes, he is bothering me," Ginny told her brother directly. He was always on her case about getting her life sorted. Like because she was in her early twenties she was supposed to have a career job and a steady boyfriend and be well on the way to a nice cottage house in the country somewhere, like he had.

"Do you know this person?" Percy asked her.

"Yeah, his names Harry, we met half an hour ago, had a few drinks and have already had a quick shag in a cabana. Pretty irresponsible of me, isn't it?"

Percy rolled his eyes at her, collected his two drinks, and headed back towards his room. Ginny turned back to her drink and glanced over at Harry, intending to thank him for interrupting their sibling squabble, but the look of surprise on his face stopped her.

"What?"

"You just… said that?"

"What?" she wondered, then quickly realized what he was talking about. "Oh! Don't worry, he'd never believe it. He's too proper for that. I'm pretty sure that every encounter of that nature for him and his girlfriend require rose petals and scented candles, maybe a chocolate covered strawberry or two."

He nodded and gave a wave to get the bartenders attention for another of his Corona and lime's.

Then they just sat there silently beside each other.

Before their encounter in the changeroom they had both been very flirty and conversing easily, slipping several innuendo's into their anecdotes. She wasn't sure what to say to him now. They'd just shagged! She wasn't sure what kind of follow up conversation there was supposed to be.

"So…" she started. "What is it you do for work? I don't think I asked before."

"I'm just getting into the tech field, entry level jobs, you know."

Ginny nodded. "I've been working a series of entry level jobs for a while myself. I didn't get nearly as many scrapes cleaning up broken glass off a pub floor as you've seemed to accumulate though," she pointed to his arm and the obvious scar there.

"Oh, I did a few years in the British Army. Done with that now. It was alright but if I stayed for much longer I worried I'd wind up with PTSD. And, well, it was a bit to make my mum happy as well. Only child, so she worried."

"Whether you're the only or the seventh it wouldn't make a difference," Ginny assured him. "You heard my brother just now and his nagging is still ten times better than my mum's. It's in their nature to be forever concerned that we're going to step out into the street without looking both ways or something."

He laughed at that. She really liked his smile.

Unfortunately, over his shoulder though she noticed trouble heading their way.

"Erm, so, it was nice… meeting you, but I've got a few more brothers that are incoming and I'm going to save you from having to experience any more of them. So, I guess I'll just… see you around the resort. Maybe."

Ginny wasn't sure that eloquent farewell was good enough, but with the twins coming into the pool area, she didn't know what else she could say to him that would save him from being interrogated.

He looked disappointed, and she appreciated that. "Well, bye then."

"Bye."

Ginny finished up her drink and put it back down on the counter before pushing back from the stool and wading through the water a bit before dunking under again and swimming back towards her beach chair that still had her towel and bag next to it.

"Gin-gin!" Fred greeted her when she got out. "Thought that was you."

"Oi, did you not bring a less revealing swimsuit?" George scoffed. "What ever happened to those old-fashioned swimming costumes? Can't you females leave anything to the imagination anymore?"

He might have continued to rant if it weren't for two ladies that just walked by, their suits leaving even less to the imagination than Ginny's.

"Yeah, I can tell you're a big fan of those swim costumes. Is that what you talked Angelina into bringing?"

"What?" Fred asked her distractedly. "Right, uh, lunch. A few of us are getting a table together. You in?"

"Sure. I could use a bite to eat." She pointedly did not look back towards the bar to see whether Harry was looking at her or not.

The Catamaran tour the next day had been fun. The tour director had everyone up and dancing, they waded through some shallow water and made several fish come out of the thick seaweed around them, making several of the women, and a few men, squeal and then laugh.

She hadn't done much in the way of physical excursion, but by the time they got back to the resort she was in need of a siesta and had scouted out a spot on the beach with a large umbrella to give her shade.

By the time the sun was setting she was recharged enough to find a few more of her family members for dinner, none of them looking like they got in the nap she had. That or it was her 'single stamina' that was keeping her going.

She had enough energy that she wanted to take a look at the nightclub at the resort and it was only she, Fred and Charlie, the single Weasley's, that were up for it.

And it was there, after she'd been dancing for over an hour and growing sweaty, that she ran into Harry again.

"Hi," she greeted him loudly in surprise.

"Hi. Do you want to dance?" It was really loud in the club so he needed to yell the words at her.

She nodded and he took her hand, leading her right into the mix of moving bodies and then his hands rested on her hips. And boy, did he know how to dance. It was some kind of Salsa type music that was playing and he had her swaying and spinning at what felt like all the right points. It had her grinning like mad and laughing outright when he would dip her back over his arm.

"Am I starting to make up for it?" he asked loudly in her ear after several songs.

"Don't worry about it!" she teasingly scolded him.

"I have been though. It wasn't a shining moment for me. I keep going over how I buggered it up and I've hoped I would find you again and say sorry."

Ginny slowed they movements down and stared intensely into his eyes, wondering if he was game for properly making it up to her. They had been dancing closer and closer to each other through each song change and she have needed to be mad not to notice just how stimulating it had been to have his hands on her.

"Want to give it another try?" she asked boldly.

The light of hope and excitement that came to his eyes was answer enough. As was the grin he gave before he kissed her.

The kiss lasted only a moment before he led her off the dancefloor.

They could still hear the music from the club where they wound up, but it was just enough noise to cover up the small sounds that were coming out of their mouths that they failed to muffle. Harry kissed his way down her body, reaching down to pull up the skirt of her sun dress to pull it over her head, then he continued working his way down and tugged at the string on her hip that tied her bikini bottoms together.

"Just pull them down," she whispered.

He didn't wind up doing either though, he reached between her legs and simply pulled the cloth to the side and dove right in, using his tongue on her, pulling at her leg to put it over his shoulder.

Ginny had to work really hard not to let out a gasp of surprise with that. His tongue was on her clit so fast.

Oh, he was absolutely making it up to her now! She leaned her head back, her one hand buried in his hair while the other was bracing herself against the wall to ensure she stayed upright.

He was good at this! It had felt wonderful to have him inside her yesterday, albeit for only a brief time, but now! He kept tracing circles with his tongue. Perfect circles with a mix of rough and soft swipes against her. And she was feeling her finish mounting, it always hit her faster from oral than it did from shagging and this time she knew it was going to crash over her hard.

She'd barely had time to ride out her orgasm before he stood up and turned her around. She knew exactly what he was doing, and for this, she was taking off her bottoms. Quick as possible she yanked them to the floor, then looked up and saw that there was some kind of towel rack on the wall behind her, above her head. She grasped onto it just in time as Harry had plunged his throbbing cock inside her.

"Fu-" she didn't get the full word out of her mouth though because his hand had come over it to stop her making too much noise and alerting anyone they were in this cabana. It was so fucking hot!

He didn't take her hard, like she expected him to, instead he leaned forwards, his front pressed against her back, and he rocked into her as his hand came around her waist, snaking down to her sensitive clit. She felt all the air expel from her lungs as the shockwave of jolts ran through her at his ministrations.

"You don't have to," she squeaked out, not putting any assurance behind her words. Because she very much wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.

"I'm making up for it," he said quietly in her ear before he nipped at it.

She gasped at how incredible that had felt! She'd heard that the ear was an erogenous zone, but she'd never had anyone nip or lick her ear lobe like he was right now. It was making her want to melt to the floor in a puddle of goo.

"So fucking good," she whimpered as he continued with his hand and his tongue on her while he rocked into her.

She didn't last long before her second orgasm hit her.

He gave her a moment to recover before asking, quite innocently, by only using her name. "Ginny?"

"Get those hands on my hips," she growled in response, know exactly what he meant by saying her name.

"Oh, yes," he sighed in delight, and did just that. He grasped her hips and she moved back a bit from the wall, stretching her arms out straight for support, no towel rack necessary, and he started driving into her.

There was something to be said for being fucked like this. It was hot for both parties, particularly if well lubricated like she currently was.

She started pushing back to meet him and heard him suppressing his moan. It made her grin. She knew he wasn't going to last very long at this pace, he'd either run out of energy or cum.

Thankfully it was the latter that occurred.

Then he needed to rest his forehead on her shoulder while he regained his strength.

"Good job," she couldn't help but purr in satisfaction. "Care to make it up to me again some time?"

"Yes," he replied immediately.

Her eyebrows went up at that response. She had been joking, or teasing, or maybe she was just being hopeful. But if he really wanted to…

"How much longer are you here for?" she inquired.

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Ginny was wiping down the bar, doing busy work during the slow time before the patrons started stumbling in for their Friday night fun. She liked the busy work, it allowed for her mind to drift.

Currently it was drifting back to a week ago, the second morning that she had awoken in Harry's bed in his private room.

Her vacation romance had been fantastic.

The only sad part about it was how there had been a silent agreement about how it was a vacation romance and nothing more.

It was enough though. At least, that's what she was telling herself. It didn't stop her from humming 'Summer Lovin' over and over again though. That stupid song was stuck in her head and she couldn't get it out.

"Ginny," Mary behind the bar called for her attention.

Ginny looked up at her and saw Mary nod for her to turn around. When she did, she saw Harry standing there with his hands in his jean pockets and a sheepish smile on his face.

"So, I've got this joke about a guy who walks into a bar," he started lamely.

She was flabbergasted. "How… how did he find which bar to walk into?"

His brow knit together in a pained and embarrassed expression. "I may have done some slight stalking on social media."

Her eyes were wide, her mouth was hanging open and her hands had fallen limply to hang down at her sides, but she couldn't move. "You… you tracked me down? Why?"

It was dark in the bar, but she could tell he was blushing. "To see if you might want to go out with me?" he asked hopefully. "If it's a no, I promise I won't, er, stalk you anymore," he assured her, that crooked grin of his coming to his face.

Her head began to nod vacantly. "Stalk me!" she nearly pleaded. "Stalk me all you want." She turned back to Mary, "I'm taking my break." With that she took Harry by the hand and pulled him back out onto the street where the sun was still bright.

He pulled her close and gave her a kiss, a long one. "The only thing I couldn't find online was your phone number."

"In a minute," she told him, then pulled him back down to kiss her again.

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