AN: I was asked to write a one-shot where Harry and Ginny spend some quality time together talking about his scars. Well… I've read a few of those before and they are all sad and heartfelt. So, I am going to take a different approach.

For Stephanie O.

This is basically a continuation of the last one-shot.

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Counting Scars

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Harry was grabbing his side because he was laughing so hard. "It wasn't like that," he gasped.

"Of course, it wasn't," Ginny scoffed between her snickers. "I wasn't there though; I'm just reenacting from my overactive imagination." Ginny pulled her cloak off the hook on the back of his door, pulling it on with a dramatic flourish and then held her hands out. "I am robed now!" she announced. "Where is the teenager I am obsessed with even though I'm sixty and spent over a decade as a… thing?"

"Ginny! Seriously," Harry laughed.

"Oh, this is dead serious. I'm a reincarnated pedophile. Oh!" she pointed directly at him in, her fake surprise sounding in a higher pitched voice. "There you are, my pretty! You just stay there while I call my adoring fans around us, yeah?" She cocked a fist on her hip and struck a pose.

"Ginny! Come on," Harry impressed upon her.

"Fine," she scoffed. "If you don't want that one, then how about this!" She let off a blast of golden confetti from her wand. "Oh no! The gold is multiplying! Swim through it. Ah, it burns." Ginny picked up a handful of the confetti that had fallen on the bed and took a deep breath, blowing it at Harry.

"Oh, the burns," he stated as deadpanned as possible, a smile still affixed to his face.

It hadn't been an easy task to tell Ginny about the different scars on his body and she'd known that. Her method of making light of them had him chuckling a few times when he saw one in the mirror though. It was a much better reaction than the frowning and depression that he had felt seeing them before she'd made light of the ordeals that caused them. This wasn't the first time they'd spent an evening talking about them.

The first time she'd turned one of his traumatic encounters into a comedy act he'd simply gaped at her. Then she poured him a healthy amount of Scotch and he'd joined in.

Right now, she was visiting his at Grimmauld Place on a weekend pass, one that her parents didn't know about. She was seventeen and technically an adult, so McGonagall didn't require Ginny to get parental consent to leave the castle.

This weekend Ron was off on some Auror Recruit retreat and Ginny didn't have any Quidditch practice or a heavy load of assignments to complete, so they jumped at the opportunity to be alone.

Harry was still very happy in his decision to get a job as a lacky for the Magical Sports Department at the Ministry for his 'year off'. It had meant he could come home from work and mentally switch off his brain. He'd gone to several Quidditch games, read leisurely (Hermione had sent him a few mind-numbing books she thought he would enjoy, and did), and he'd gone on a few wanders through the Muggle world. He'd also spent a great deal of time writing letters to Ginny and catching up with her through their two-way mirror.

It wasn't too hard being apart from her with all the ways they managed to catch up with each other. He missed having her beside him as often as he'd like, but he was also just enjoying life stress free for the first time ever.

This game of hers, getting wasted and making up the darkly humored versions of his past pain was keeping them in stitches this evening. It was only the third time they'd done this, but it always ended with her raining kisses all over his scars and the two of them in a passionate embrace.

She fell down on the bed beside him, back against the headboard, and he handed her drink back to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a content sigh.

"I missed you."

Harry gave a kiss to the top of her head, "I missed you too."

Her free hand came to his arm and she traced around the faint scar left by the Basilisk Fang. Aside from the fact that he'd be dead had Fawkes not healed him, he wondered just how big the scar would have been with out the Phoenix Tears to make it almost disappear.

Ginny took a swig of her drink and put the glass down on the other nightstand, swinging her leg over his lap to straddle him. Her eyes were shining brightly with their set and determined look. This was another thing he loved about her; how sex had been an important milestone to the two of them, but it was also something that didn't require them to be completely serious for. It wasn't an all-important task that they couldn't laugh at, or tease each other over, it could just be fun and about pleasure no matter what state of mind they were in.

The first time they had sex it ended with a high-five and chuckles, and it had still been an amazing experience.

They just simply got pleasure from giving each other pleasure.

She was looking at him like she was interested in getting and giving pleasure right now.

Her hands went to his hips and slipped upwards, pulling his jumper over his head and leaning down to kiss the scar over his heart. "From when you wanted to check in with Dumbledore one last time," she murmured.

"Well, I knew I couldn't get a hold of him through the Floo," Harry said off-hand.

Ginny's lips quivered against his chest as she chuckled over his comment. Moving on she went to his shoulder. "From when Tommy-Boy wanted to simply get his hands on you," she kissed that scar too, letting her tongue run along it.

Harry's eyebrows twitched up at the ticklish sensation that her tongue on his shoulder gave him. "Wish I could have told him I was taken then, but unfortunately I still had my head up my arse when it came to you at that point."

"Well, at least you learned from your mistakes," she pulled herself up and rested her forehead against his, slipping her hands down over his shoulders and massaging his back muscles as she lowered them down his back. Her fingers ran over the bumps from the burns he'd received when he was in the Lestranges Gringotts vault. "You didn't learn from your mistake about searching for cups with these however," she told him wryly. She was referring to how he'd first gone after the Tri-Wizard Cup before the Hufflepuff one.

"Damn me and my hero complex," he said softly, more focused on the feeling of her hands massaging him.

"These one's aren't so funny though," she whispered, trailing her finger along the faintest of lines along his back.

No, those one's weren't funny at all. They had been given to him before he'd gone off to Hogwarts. Punishments by his uncle for things that no young boy should have received punishment for. His uncle Vernon had removed his belt far too often and none of those punishments had been justified, nor had the fact that Harry lived in a cupboard for as far back as he could remember until he was eleven.

Harry ran the side of his face against hers, choosing instead to focus on the warmth of her skin and the enjoyable weight of her sitting astride him.

He pulled open her cloak and ran his hands along her skin underneath. She had only had her school skirt and bra on when she decided they play their little game. She liked to get him all riled up before she teased him. She also very much liked to wear as little as possible when they were alone; he quite enjoyed that.

"Your turn," he decided, thrusting himself forwards so she would go flying backwards as he pinned her to the mattress.

Her alabaster skin wasn't nearly as marred by scars as his was, but there were still a few that he'd found in the months since he'd first gained access to her naked body. He pulled back from her and shucked off his trousers before undoing the button at the side of her skirt and pulling it off.

He paused at the large scrape on her right shin, giving that a kiss.

"Jumping over a small stone wall when I was eight," Ginny relayed him the story again. "It hurt, but no so badly that I realized I was cut to the bone. My jeans didn't even rip, they just got covered in blood."

Harry smiled against the scar. Of course, she wouldn't have realized she'd given herself a proper injury, she would have been much too stubborn to admit how hurt she was to her brothers even if she did notice. He crept up her body, nuzzling her inner thigh and then kissing her center through her knickers.

She was always so sensitive when he put his mouth there for the first time during their sessions. He watched as she sucked in a breath and tried not to pull away from any ticklish sensations he was giving her before the desire-filled feelings took over. He dragged his tongue in circles around her clit through the fabric, waiting for her to moan and rock against him.

Once he got her good and invested, he kissed up the crease of her pelvis and to her hip, nipping at the scar on her side. She flinched, but he saw the way she was biting her lower lip and smiling, her eyes closed and simply enjoying the feel of him.

"Falling out of a tree when you were trying to watch your brothers play Quidditch," he stated.

"Ten years old and they still wouldn't let me play," she pouted. "I'll show them."

"You already have," he corrected her. "You're the best Chaser Gryffindor has ever had, and you will no doubt be first pick at your try-outs in a few months," he assured her. It wasn't the first time he'd told her so. She already had enough skill to wipe the floor with a few of the professional Chaser's out there.

She looked down at him adoringly. She always did when he told her how much he believed in her.

Harry unclasped the cloak that was still around her and made her roll over so he could get to the scar on her back. It was a long one that was not yet a year old. She'd gotten it during the battle when she was thrown out of the way by Kingsley and she fell against the wall, not before a weak cutting hex got her. It had been healed immediately, but the angry red line remained. A healthy dose of sunshine on it over the summer and it would probably fade to white.

He undid the hook on her bra and ran his torso along her bum while he kissed his way up the scar, his growing erection nestled between her thighs as he did so. Ginny purred at the feel of him against the inside of her legs, pressing her knees into the blankets and back again, only a little, so that she was stroking him with her flesh.

He in turn hummed against her shoulder blade, then against her neck.

Harry's hand went down her side and underneath her, his fingers stroking at her lower lips. Ginny moved her legs apart, so he had better access between them. He stroked there, circling the pad of his two fingers over her clit and felt her bum cheeks clench against his middle in response. He grinned into her neck before he dipped his fingers lower. She wasn't quite ready for him yet, but he was up for the challenge.

Sucking on her neck he began pumping his finger in and out of her slowly and listened to her slow sigh. It was a slow sigh of contentment. He knew it meant that if he kept this up, she was likely to grow too sleepy to be interested in much more. That wasn't what he wanted though.

Moving back down her body he pulled on her hips, tugging her knickers off. She moved to turn over, but he stopped her.

"Tuck your knees up," he ordered her, curiously.

She paused for a moment, then did as he asked, her folded legs now under her belly.

From this angle there was no comfortable way that he was going to be able to keep his mouth on her, but his fingers could give her a good working over. Harry settled down behind her, enjoying the sight of her bum cheeks sticking out like this. He dipped on finger inside her and started pumping it in and out slowly, lowering his head and watching how she blossomed for him as her arousal grew. He added another finger and she started rocking back slightly. His own arousal was growing as he watched this little show he was putting on.

Then he added a third and she started squirming and moaning.

Harry had a smirk on his face at how worked up he'd managed to get her. He always felt proud of himself when he got her really randy.

He kept up his hand movements as he managed to pull off his boxers with his other hand and lined himself up right behind her. She was glistening wet now. He removed his fingers and gave himself a pump with his moistened fingers before placing his clean hand on her back and guiding himself inside her.

They both let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of him inside her.

This was a new angle for them. Her hips turned down like this, it was like he could go deeper inside her than most positions. It felt fucking amazing. He was as deep as he got when she was riding him, but this time he was in control. Ginny's moans grew steadily louder until she was basically screaming every time he was fully sheathed inside her.

Harry managed to maintain his speed and thrusts steadily but quickly sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He wanted to draw out this feeling for as long as he could, but his legs were starting to protest. Ginny raised her hips up slightly, adjusting his angle inside her, but he pushed them back down to keep the sensation just right for him.

He grew to the point of not being able to hold out for her any longer. Harry grabbed her hips with both hands and began setting an almost brutal pace, hoping that the sounds that Ginny was making were one's of pleasure and not pain until his orgasm shot through him.

His whole body lurched with each spasm that ran through him until he was unable to move, simply frozen, save for his heaving breaths, on his knees behind her and trying to come back down to earth.

Ginny was the one to crawl away from him so he slipped out of her. He cracked his eyes open and watched as she rolled to her side and stretched her legs out, a cringe on her face.

"Shit," he whispered. He fell back down to earth quickly at the winces of pain that flashed across her face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I kind of, can't tell," she said awkwardly.

"What?"

"Well, it was good. But there were some points where I couldn't tell if it felt good, or it really fucking hurt."

Harry just stared down at her in confusion. How could she not know if it hurt or not? "So, you don't know if you liked it?"

"Oh, I liked it," she told him wryly, looking him dead in the eye with and cocking an eyebrow at him. "Something about you taking me that way made it all very hot." He felt her fingers walk their way up his leg. "What you just did to me could be classified only as 'fucking'," she sat up and wrapped her hand around his neck. "And I certainly don't mind you fucking me like that."

"Oh yeah?" he asked slowly, a cocky grin coming to his face.

Ginny pulled his lips to hers, giving him a deep snog before pulling back and biting his lip. "Oh. Yeah."

"You didn't get yours though," he pouted.

"Night's not over yet," she told him, pulling him down on the bed with her. "Because you fucked me so hard, I think you need to kiss it better." Her hands on his shoulders were already pushing him down between her legs.

He was quick to comply with her wishes, shifting himself down her body and sucking her nub into his mouth as hard as he could, feeling her writhe beneath his lips.

"Want to see how hard I can give it to you like this?" he asked her seductively, pressing two fingers against her wet entrance now, circling them around twice before plunging them inside her as far as he could, suckling at her clit at the same time.

Ginny gasped in a breath, "yes! Oh fuck! Keep doing that."

Hearing her pants and cries were fueling him to keep it up. He loved it when she would inevitably lose control and start rocking against his face in the rhythm that her body was demanding. The roll of her hips and the way her thighs would squeeze against him when he was getting her just right. He couldn't fathom how some blokes didn't like doing this. It always got him ridiculously turned on. Knowing she was into it simply did it for him.

In fact, he was growing hard again as his tongue and fingers were working her over. He was already pulling up in his head what he'd like to do to her after she came, knowing she would be open to it considering what they'd just done.

As she writhed under his tongue and fingers, creeping closer to her orgasm, Harry's own hips were starting to rock slightly into the bedspread beneath him.

Ginny gave a lurch and cried out her finish.

Harry loved watching her body when she climaxed. The way her face and chest flushed with pleasure, her back arching and thrusting her breast upwards. His tongue traced lazy circles around her, removing his fingers and dipping his mouth lower to lap at her there as she relaxed with a contented sigh back against the bed.

"Don't go thinking I'm done with you yet," he warned her, coming to his knee's and letting her see how she'd gotten him riled up again.

Ginny cracked one of her eyes open and peered at him before closing her eyes again and giving him a grin. "Come here then," she told him, rubbing her back against the comforter in a way that told him she was ready for him to simply climb on top of her.

But that wasn't the position he had in mind.

"Nope," he said simply. "I'm going to need you at the other end of the bed." Harry took one of her hands and pulled her into a seated position, lowering his head to her ear. "I want you to hold on to the headboard for this one," he whispered.

She let out a puff of air against his cheek, her breath going slightly shallow, she leaned back from him, her eyebrow arched in intrigue. She crawled away from him to the other side of the bed, crouching slightly over the pillows at the head and grasping onto the wooden headboard, her knees apart and her lovely bum exposed for him.

Harry tilted his head with interest seeing her in this position. She'd been grooming herself before they had any of their clandestine meetups and he was literally biting his lip over just how much of her he could see when she was posed like this from his angle. A particular forbidden place on her that was perfectly on display and growing more intriguing.

But now was not the time for that possibility.

"Is this how you want me?" she asked coquettishly over her shoulder.

"That's exactly how I want you," he told her darkly. "You'll need one more thing though."

He went to the nightstand and grabbed his wand, casting a spell to make the tip of it vibrate. He'd read about this little spell in one of Seamus' dirty magazines ages ago and had forgotten about it until one of his lonely nights a few day ago. Casting a glance at Ginny then he saw she knew exactly what he was doing. There was a very good chance she'd used that particular spell a few times when she was alone, her sex drive being what it was.

Harry came behind her, she being up on her knees like this the position was much easier for him to slip right inside her. Ginny gasped at how quickly he'd done it and groaned as he started moving in and out of her easily.

He moved his wand between his middle and index finger, the tip of it being at just the right place on her while he was gripping her hips with his hand; the small grunting sounds she was making told him as much. Her being perched up gripping the headboard meant that he got more of the lovely pressure of her back against him while he did her doggy like this. They were both groaning loudly in this position, and there was no question about whether she was enjoying herself this time.

As he carried on thrusting into her the two of them found themselves moving closer and closer to the headboard in an attempt to make his thrusts as thorough as possible, and their bodies tight enough against each other, until she was almost upright. His hand that wasn't holding his wand went to her shoulder, pushing her downwards and causing her to basically have her cheek pressed up against the wall, each hand gripping her harder as his body began telling him his finish was near.

Sweat began gathering on his brow again and he could feel Ginny starting to shake beneath his skin, clenching around him, pulsing with the announcement that her end was in sight as well.

"Fuck!" he let out as he shot off inside her. Her accompanying cry and tightening around his erection made it feel a hundred times better. Panting, Harry rested his forehead on her shoulder, and he gulped in the air he'd been denying his body in search of his orgasm.

They'd never cum at the exact same time before. It felt bloody amazing.

"You need to move your wand," she shuddered.

"Which one?" he asked sarcastically.

Ginny didn't laugh though; she quickly grabbed his wand out from between his fingers and tossed it aside. "Too much," she whispered, her voice still recovering.

With a groan he pulled out of her and fell back on the bed. "We certainly need to do that one again," he sighed tiredly.

Ginny fell to the bed beside him and curled up against his body. "Yeah, that was a winner," she said as she snuggled up against him, her hand tracing along his side.

He enjoyed the feel of her hand running all over his torso and up to his chin. She traced along his jaw line, then ran her hand back along a particular spot. He didn't open his eyes as he felt her get up on her elbow to look closer at where her finger had just been.

"Do you have another scar under your chin?" she asked.

Harry gave a small chuckle. "That one will fade fairly quickly," he told her.

"You cut yourself shaving?" she asked with a small giggle.

"Yep."

"The Great Harry Potter, and the battle of his own razor blade."

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Posting this little tidbit again, because it is very exciting for me;

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