Bingo Smut tile- Getting Caught.

This is another AU where Ginny and Harry never met. Bill and Fleur have though, but they didn't feel the rush to get married right away.

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Caught in the Act

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Ginny had never thought of herself as a vain person.

She put effort into her appearance, but it wasn't hours in front of the mirror trying to tame her hair or standing in front of the closet all morning to find the perfect outfit kind of effort. And she generally had a casual and cool laid-back demeanor.

But today she knew that she had to make more of an effort. Today was the day she'd been dreading ever since the obligation had been brought up. It was going to be pure torture, but there was nothing she could do but bitch to her friends and try not to make it seem like she was too jealous.

Because she was jealous.

These girls were all cultured, they were polished, they were gorgeous.

They were also intelligent and really nice.

That made it all the worse.

People weren't supposed to be all those things rolled into one magnificent being. You had to choose two out of three. It kept things fair. You could either be nice and smart, or you could be pretty and nice. Smart and pretty was an option too, but only if you were a bitch.

These girls weren't bitches.

She let out a sigh and a growl as she ripped her blouses off of their hangers to try and figure out some ensemble that would work and found nothing.

She'd had three weeks to figure out an outfit, but she'd been busy with work and her real life. She hadn't had time to worry about how she was going to stand out like a sore thumb in Fleur's bridal party.

Today was the 'event'.

Not the wedding, it was worse than the wedding. It was the full day that had been set aside to celebrate the fact that the half-Veela was marrying into her family. And as the token female for her generation, Ginny just 'had to be there'.

All of Fleur's friends were coming into London from Paris or wherever for the get together and they were all fairly high up on the hotness scale with fantastic careers and had been so nice during the correspondence leading up to this event. She'd been Floo called at least twice by each of them and they had been so fucking nice that she'd wanted to spit after they'd ended the calls.

It was depressing to think about why it was bothering her so much.

She'd need to find some dumb and ugly yet nice friends to boost her spirits.

Okay, now she was the devil.

Looking into her full-length mirror with a potential dress held up against her front she gave a deep sigh. "You can do this." She told herself. "You will be nice. You like Fleur. You like her friends. No one will be wondering what the fuck you could possibly be doing with the glam-squad."

Picking out her best casual yet dressy summer dress with three quarter length sleeves and a nice scooped neckline that showed off a tasteful amount of cleavage, she pulled it on, making sure that her knickers and bra were the nice one's that matched so she'd feel a little more confident. "You are a professional Quidditch player. You are smart enough. You could easily pick up the hottest guy in the bar if you tried." Her jaw was set as she told herself this in the mirror.

"Once more with feeling." She encouraged her mirror image out loud with fake enthusiasm and managed a pleasant and happy smile.

"Much more convincing dear." The mirror told her.

"Good enough." She shrugged and picked up her kitten heels from the floor of the closet. Her feet were going to be killing her by the end of the night, but the pain would be the reminder to keep a smile on her face.

She Apparated to a spot near Diagon Alley, not wanting to get soot all over her. They were all meeting up at a Ritzy hotel in the center of London for a light luncheon first.

Luncheon.

Gah. That meant tea and tiny sandwiches.

'Oh'. Ginny stopped in her tracks as she was walking down the street in the direction of said hotel. She did not get full off of tiny sandwiches and tea. She needed real food in order to not let her resentful and bitchy side show.

Scanning her surroundings for potential prepared food sources she saw a Pret-A-Manger but wasn't feeling portion sized meager sandwiches. There was a Costa Coffee but wasn't interested in a muffin or getting bagel seeds stuck in her teeth. There was a train station though. That meant a Cornish Pasty stand.

Perfect.

Finishing off her food under ten minutes later she was wiping her mouth with her napkin and looking for a reflective surface to make sure she'd gotten all evidence wiped away.

Turning around quickly because she'd seen a toilet sign behind her, she bumped headlong into someone who had apparently been drinking coffee.

"Oh fuck." The man exclaimed as she gasped in shock at the liquid that was running from her chest down her dress and legs.

The two of them stood there staring at each other in shock while the people around them snickered. 'It's okay. It's okay.' She chanted in her head. She could just get to the toilet and clean this up quickly with her wand. Everything would be fine.

"I am so sorry." The man apologized slowly.

"Not your fault." She managed to gulp as she continued to stand stalk still and feel the drops of coffee run down her legs.

"Saw what happened." A thick cockney accent said appearing beside them. "Here." The short man handed over a pile of napkins.

Ginny was raising her hand to accept them when the coffee man snatched them out of his hand. "Thanks." He said sounding panicked and started patting her down.

"Oi!" She exclaimed. "Mind getting your hands of my chest?" She plucked the napkins out of his hand and began wiping herself off.

He had frozen with his hand still outstretched and a blush coming to his face. "I did not mean to do that."

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." She bent over and wiped at the droplets on her legs. Standing up again she regarded the man with pursed lips. She'd been looking at him before, but not registering what he'd looked like. Now she was the one gawking at him. "Holy shit."

He blinked at her a few times. "W-what?" he was taken aback.

"Well. You." They were in the Muggle world right then she remembered and quickly looked around to see if they still had a few spectators, which they did. "Um. Nothing." She blushed and stifled a laugh before patting herself down some more.

He continued to look bewildered. "What?" He repeated.

Ginny bit her lip but couldn't stop her laugh from escaping. "Just. I know who you are." She a huff of a laugh made it past her lips.

His expression dropped to one of shock, then he looked sheepish. "Oh."

"Yeah." She drew out. "Well, at least you won't have any questions if you see me coming out of the toilet in a minute looking as though this didn't happen." She mused, gesturing to her formerly cream-colored dress that was now a tarnished brown color down the front.

He gave her a crooked smile that if she had more time for, she would have tried to appreciate how good that looked on him for longer. Every time she'd seen a picture of him in the paper, he'd looked angry or unimpressed. The smile on him looked so god damn attractive. That smile coupled with his amazing green eyes were an absolute panty dropper.

Feeling herself growing warm from her train of thought she took a step back from him. "Well. I'm just going to go and. Um. Clean all this up, um, properly." She grinned awkwardly and pointed to the loo area.

"Right." His hand came up to the nape of his neck. "Sorry about that. And, sorry for." He held his hands out in front of him and looked like he instantly regretted the obvious cupping mime he was displaying.

Ginny shook with laughter. "Don't worry about it." She bit her lip. "Uh. Nice... meeting you?"

"Right." He looked like he wanted to burrow into the ground.

She managed to properly turn away from him then and get into the loo. Everyone already in there was too busy trying to get to where they were going and avoiding eye contact. That was perfect for her situation. Ducking into a stall she quickly cast a few drying and cleaning spells and used the loo since she was in there already.

Checking her appearance in the mirror she saw it was much the same as it was when she'd left her flat about... looking down at her watch she let out a few curses. She was late!

Now the nice, beautiful and intelligent girls were going to think she was a procrastinator or something.

One last sideways glance at herself and she hurried out of the loo and train station and continued on her way to the hotel restaurant.

All the girls were already at a table by the window when she reached the place. Gabrielle, Fleur's sister, caught sight of her and gave a radiant smile and wave through the glass that Ginny did her best to return.

She'd just tell them all what happened, less the fact that it had been Harry freaking Potter's coffee! Then the story would be laughed at and they could move on to telling her about their amazing and glamorous lives.

Getting to the table she greeted her future sister in law with a kiss to both cheeks and took a seat by Gabrielle, whom she knew a little better than the rest of them. After the short version of her excuse for her tardiness she struck up a conversation with Gabrielle about what she'd been doing since she'd finished at Beaubaton the month previous.

The luncheon lasted three hours, and Ginny was very happy that she'd stopped for food before arriving. The waifish girls all ate incredibly sparingly, and she would have looked like such a pig if she piled her plate high with the tiny morsel options spread across the table.

"Ok!" The maid of honor, Brigette, clapped her hands once to draw everyone's attention. "Il est maintenant temp...oh!" She looked at Ginny and gave a pretty blush and smile. "Excusez-moi." She cleared her throat delicately. "Now it is time for the next event." She managed in a slow and heavily accented English.

The other girls tittered, and Gabrielle put her hand on top of Ginny's. Brigette had forgotten for a moment that Ginny didn't Parle- le- Francais, and it was just the right amount of amusing to everyone. Ginny gave the most politely humored smile she could manage and waited for her to continue.

"Now we must work off dees lovely food."

Ginny wanted to scoff but managed with just casting an amused glance to Fleur who grinned at her knowingly and gave a small eye-roll. Fleur knew how much the Weasley's could eat.

"We going to de Flying Squirrel for le classe d'exercice sur les trampolines!" Brigette announced like a reveal was just made. Fleur was the only one who hadn't known about this and she looked appropriately surprised and excited.

Ginny had been looking forward to this part. She'd done all different types of workouts before. Gwenog had enthusiastically introduced the team to Zumba, Tai Bo, Karate, and Capoeira. Doing an exercise class on trampolines sounded like a lot of fun.

They all got switched into work out gear at the facility. It had wall to wall trampolines, foam pits and a few hoops attached to a section of the wall on one side that was for some muggle sport with a ball. Ginny eagerly rushed for that before Gabrielle guided her towards the main area where their class was going to take place.

A lady at the front with something attached to her head like a headband started talking over music that was pumping from a sound system and telling them what to do.

Ginny was giggling with glee at the feeling of bouncing on the trampoline and attempting to do as the instructor was telling them. All the girls from the party looked to be doing the exact same thing she was. It wasn't until the class ended after 45 minutes and they were all back on solid ground that she really started feeling it in her calves. She wasn't sweating nearly as bad as the other girls, but damn, that was a real work out.

Gilese, a 5"10 brunette turned to her after they were back in the change room "Vous ne l'avez jamais fait auparavant, non?" She beamed.

Ginny simply raised a confused eyebrow at her.

"She is wondering if you 'ave ever done dat before." Gabrielle translated. Gilese shook her head at her forgetfulness.

"Oh!" Ginny grinned. "No. Never tried it, but it was a lot of fun!"

All the girls looked like they had thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

"To de spa!" Brigette announced as though they were leading charge into a battle.

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Ginny groaned in appreciation as a young oriental woman worked her over. Why had she been so nervous that morning? Everything was going swimmingly. The luncheon had been pleasant, the trampoline thing had been loads of fun, and now she was getting a massage. The day was going great!

After her hour long massage she was handed a glass of white wine and directed to sit at a table facing out. They were getting their make-up professionally done before heading out for dinner and dancing.

The wine went down smooth and looking in the mirror after Michelle, her esthetician, was finished and had to admit, she looked hot. "Is it too much to request Michelle live at my flat and put me together every morning?" She commented to the room.

Gabrielle chuckled.

"I am having a fantastic time." Ginny told the rest of the girls. All six of them were looking relaxed and fabulous. One more glass of wine in the next hour though and Ginny might be falling asleep in her dinner. "Are you having a great time?" She asked Fleur.

"Oui." She glowed radiantly with wide eyes. "Tres magnifique."

"Well I don't need that one translated." She raised a cheers with her nearly empty glass and the girls all responded likewise.

Ginny sat down contentedly to enjoy the last of her drink and her mind pulled up the image of Harry Potter. She still couldn't believe she'd met him that morning. And how. She just found him so incredibly attractive. It wasn't just the whole 'war hero' thing either. He was honestly just super attractive. The fact that he was a noble hero that had the ability to be bashful as well was just making him seem all the more appealing to her.

How she hadn't recognized him right away she didn't know. His image had been broadcast all over their world since the end of Voldemort and the true story of his defeat was given by a Death Eater at his trial. No one had known who Harry Potter was before that.

If she'd had the time when it happened, she might have been able to buy him a new coffee. It had been more her fault after all. Maybe he'd have let that happen. Then they'd get to talking.

Then they'd get to snogging. 'Then shagging' she thought, trying not to let her face split into a ridiculous grin.

"What are you thinking about with that smile?" Fleur's voice cut through her daydream.

"Huh? What?" Her face was growing heated. "Nothing."

"A man?" Fleur asked slowly with a predatory smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ginny played off. "I was thinking about sandwiches." She blatantly lied.

Eventually they moved locations to a comfortable restaurant from there it was to a bar. Not some swanky thirty pound a drink bar either. Just a bar that had a dance floor at one end and a pub style atmosphere at the other.

Heads turned when they walked in, and eyes followed them to their table. This wasn't a Muggle bar, which was good because Ginny was planning on getting hammered and she tended not to remember to mind her tongue when that happened.

While dinner had been nice, the male servers were tripping over themselves to serve the other girls and by comparison Ginny wasn't feeling like she was a showstopper. But. She wasn't going to let it affect her too much. She was going to drink and dance and possibly grind up on some guy and feel amazing.

Because she looked amazing damn it!

Table service was provided right away, but it was champagne.

Ginny took a glass and raised a toast with the others out of politeness but she hated champagne. Excusing herself she went up to the bar. "Shot of Tequila and a Beck's" she hollered over to bartender.

"Ginny!" The guy beside her recognized her.

She turned to him and squinted in thought a moment. "Seamus!" She finally recognized him from her house at Hogwarts. "How's it going? Last I heard you'd gone back to Ireland and were looking to pop out a few shorties with... what was her name?"

"Nah." He waved a dismissive hand. "That's over. Back in London now looking to have some fun."

She raised an eyebrow and tried not to grimace at what he was insinuating. Her drinks came and she handed over the coin for them, downing her shot in one go before taking a sip of the beer.

"So. The group you came in with." Seamus started.

"Bridal party." She told him straight. "My eldest brother is getting hitched to the incredibly beautiful blond one."

"And all the other one's?" He was looking for their relationship status'.

Ginny shrugged. If he wanted to find out if he had a chance with any of them then he would just have to try and fail on his own.

"And you?" Seamus leaned in closer to her, so his chest was making contact with her arm.

She looked up at him in surprise. He'd never shown her any interest before. Whether that had been because she'd dated his best friend, or he was just in that place in his life where anyone would do, she wasn't sure. But she was going to shut it down.

"Back up, Seamus." She told him unimpressed.

"Hi." Another male voice said on her other side.

She saw Seamus look up at the other speaker and he immediately backed away. Ginny turned to see who was so imposing and found herself staring at those amazing green eyes again and dropped her beer. The bottle hit the floor dead on, and the beer splashed up to and impressive height and got all over her front.

"Seriously?!" She exclaimed and took some cocktail napkins off the bar. "There are funner ways to get wet you know." She complained and then caught herself and looked back up at his raised eyebrows and the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Really? Do tell." He was grinning at her now.

She couldn't help but blush and return his grin, rolling her eyes. Grabbing her wand from her thigh holster she dried herself off.

"Can I buy you another one?" Harry asked.

Ginny bit her lip and nodded in response, banishing the bottle she'd dropped.

"Noticed you in the group you came in with." He mentioned when her replacement drink came. "You kind of stood out."

And she had just been feeling good about herself. Great. He was looking for an into her table. "Yeah, well. Someone has to be the funny one." She deflated when she looked over the table and saw it was surrounded by men now.

"What?" He leaned in to hear her better. "What does that mean?"

Ginny sighed and rested her elbow in the bar in defeat. "Alright. Which one was it? The brunette right? She's got some 'je ne sais quoi' about her." She deadpanned. "Guess an introduction is the least I could do since I did ruin your coffee and let you buy me a beer."

His brow knit together. "Who? What are you talking about?"

Ginny took in his expression and felt very self-conscious then. "I. I mean, you're over here to get me to introduce you to one of them, right?" She asked. "I mean. You said I 'stood out' so clearly-."

"I. Wait." He cut her off. "I wanted to talk to you! I didn't even look at your friends. What are you talking about?"

"Oh!" Her inner self was jumping up and down waving pom pom's. He wanted to talk to her! Her! And she'd just played herself off as a jealous cow. Oh. Bugger. "Um. Can we reset this whole conversation?" She asked blushing furiously.

"Sure." His face relaxed. "Been a long day?" He asked.

"No." She chuckled. "It's been a pretty great day actually. But I've. I'm. See, one of them is going to be my sister in law, right? And she's half Veela. Her sister too. Guess I was just. Well I was being a bitch." She admitted openly.

He snorted into his drink and had to wipe his chin. "Well, the first step is admitting you have a problem."

"Yeah." She sighed. "So, what brings you out tonight?"

"Looking for a beautiful ginger girl that I poured coffee on and inadvertently groped earlier." He joked. "Know where I might find her?"

"What do you know! I saw her in the bar mirror just a moment ago!" She turned toward the back splash for the bar. "Look! There she is again."

"Fantastic. What can you tell me about her? Need to perfect my opening line." His mirror reflection winked at her.

She bit her lip and shook her head slightly at how cheesy he was. "Well. Her name is Ginny and she loves Quidditch."

"Ginny Weasley?!" He asked abruptly.

"You've heard of me?" She asked in surprise.

"Of course! On the wireless. You are amazing!" He exclaimed, turning back to look at her beside him rather than in the mirror. "I haven't been to one of the games since you got bumped up to second string and were put in proper rotation. You're going to be first string in no time if you keep playing like you did on Tuesday."

"You've heard of me." She repeated.

"Heard of you? I'm geeking out right now." He laughed. "I can't believe I groped Ginny Weasley from the Holyhead Harpies this morning."

"Ha! And here I couldn't believe I'd gotten groped by Harry Potter this morning. Or that he was so attractive in person." She said boldly.

It was after several drinks and conversation later that Harry asked her if she wanted to dance. She had been unconsciously bopping along to the music in her seat.

"Sure. But fair warning." She prefaced. "I'm a terrible dancer." She put her hand on his upper arm.

They'd been sharing quite a few touches like this back and forth. All seemingly innocent, but not.

"As am I." He promised. "It's just an excuse to have you up against me anyways." He grinned with a wink.

She as certainly up for that!

Once on the floor he pulled her tight against him and rested his hands on her hips as they swayed to the thumping music. Her arms came around his neck and he rested his forehead against hers. Two songs in and they weren't fooling anyone, let alone themselves.

His lips were on hers and it had been so inevitable that she had responded immediately. Their hands were groping and grazing each other wantonly while the kiss deepened. He was the one in charge, taking the lead to move her towards the side of the dance floor and she found herself pressed up against the wall. She was still shifting her hips slightly to the music. She could feel him smile against her lips as he realized that.

His lips trailed down her neck then back up to her ear.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She asked him.

"Hell yes. Do you have to check in with your friends?"

"What friends?" She asked. "Oh!" She had completely forgotten about them.

Scanning the dance floor and bar she located three of the girls, but Fleur and Gabrielle she couldn't see. They might have left already, but it was still relatively early.

"Guess I'm good to duck out." She chuckled and looked up at him. The things those eyes could do to her. "I just have to, um. Loo." She'd had more drinks than she had kept track of and was sufficiently drunk right then.

"Yeah." He nodded.

He was waiting for her in the corridor when she came out of the bathroom. Resting back against the wall and looking suitably nervous and excited. And sexy as hell. Which was why she simply walked right up to him and started snogging him again. His arms wrapped around her instantly and he pulled her towards a darker part of the hallway.

Pulling away from him to catch her breath she didn't think she would make it out of the bar she wanted him so desperately. Glancing to her left there was a set of stairs. She tilted her head to the stairs and raised her eyebrows.

He took the hint and clasped her hand in his as they rushed towards and up the stairs. There were only two doors at the top of the stairs. Both were locked. He pulled out his wand and cast three consecutive spells.

That reminded Ginny there was a spell she should probably cast on herself as well.

He opened one of the doors and pulled her in, shutting and locking the door behind them before capturing her mouth again.

"Mmm, just so you know." She moaned as he rocked against her. "I haven't done this before."

His head pulled back. "Ever?" He paused.

"Not the sex part, the I just met you part." Her chest was heaving.

"Thank Merlin. Neither have I." His mouth was on her neck again.

"How is that possible. You're too fucking sexy to resist." She pulled him back so she was resting against what turned out to be a desk.

"Me?" He asked with a huff. "I nearly came in my pants when I accidentally grabbed your breasts this morning."

"I knew you did that on purpose." She grinned and rocked against his erection again.

"Mmm." He groaned. "So glad I got you wet twice today."

Her hands went down to his trousers. "Twice? I think you mean three times." With his trousers undone she guided his hand up her thigh to where she was talking about.

He pulled his head back and grinned at her before putting both his hands under her skirt and pulling her knickers down her legs. "Yeah?" He asked, looking for assurance that she wanted it.

"Oh fuck, yeah." She replied breathily and shifted herself to the edge of the desk, so he had better access.

He didn't ease himself inside her slowly. He took her in one fell swoop and she cried out at the intrusion. It was sudden and took her a moment to get used to, but he was pumping into her right away. Feeling how desperate he was for release was turning her on even more.

She was limited in her movement but tried to rock back against him as best she could.

Ginny rested her elbows back on the desk and arched her back, focusing entirely on how good it felt to have him inside her. His every thrust was met with her satisfied moan. Usually she wasn't this loud. Not that she had too many experiences to prove a pattern, but it was probably the liquor that was making her more vocal.

Looking up at him leaning over her, his hands pressed firmly on the desk on either side of her she saw how much he was enjoying this written all over his face. It was hot!

The door banged open behind him and they froze staring wide eyed at each other.

"This is an office! Not a fucking brothel." A man yelled at them. It was one of the bartenders.

Slowly, using her toes she managed to pinch a belt loop on Harry's trousers and pull them up high enough for him to grab and cover up his exposed bum. He slid himself out of her and her eyes rolled back slightly at the movement.

He took a step back and she straightened up her skirt.

"Alright, hurry it up and get out." The bartender called at them.

Harry summoned her knickers from where they'd been tossed, and she shimmied them on.

Looking up at him, unsure of how they were going to make their exit she saw he was looking unsure himself. "If I obliviate him." He started quietly.

She sagged in relief. "Oh. Please do." She didn't want this getting out. Her mum would straight up murder her.

He ducked his head and gave her a deep but short kiss then turned abruptly on his heel and pointed his wand at the man.

Unable to contain her giggle she rushed out past the slightly stunned man and started down the stairs right behind Harry. As normally as possible they weaved through the bar area with him tugging on her hand gently.

Once out on the street he pulled her to him again. "Was that a mood killer?" He asked her seriously.

"Absolutely not." She stated. "Yours or mine?"

His grin grew wide and he pulled her even tighter to him. "Mine." He nipped at her neck and they vanished from the street.