Had a guest prompt for this one. They requested a flash back to the Black-out sex that occurred in Chapter Nine- Compulsion Potion. Here's a little reminder;

"The last thing I remember was accepting a glass of something from George." Ginny filled her cup up with coffee. "What shenanigans did I get up to exactly?"

"Oh, nothing too crazy. You jumped in the pond, did a little dancing, attempted to fly two brooms at once. Then we sent you and Harry to bed and didn't hear from either of you for the rest of the night." Her mum told her easily enough.

But that wasn't all that happened, was it?

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Crash- The Blackout

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The whole Weasley Family was out in the garden and enjoying each other's company after dinner. It was their bi-monthly get together. Sometimes that meant they met up twice a month, sometimes every other. In this instance it was the every other month. Since Christmas and New Year's, they had all been busy.

There sure were a lot of Weasley's now, even not including Harry who had basically been part of the family for a decade. The Weasley boys were all pairing up and procreating, so the whole clan was growing quite large.

Bill and Arthur started a large fire going and everyone was standing around it to keep warm as stories were told and jokes shared while the drinks flowed.

Ginny and Harry, who should have known better, were George's unwitting victims this night. The prankster that he was couldn't pass up the opportunity to add an extra ounce of fun into someone's drink for the evening. Tonight, Ginny and Harry were those someone's.

Ginny was standing beside George when she drank her beverage and he wanted to make sure that it took full effect. A little innocent prompting on his part, just to get the ball rolling, couldn't hurt

"Hey, Ginny. What do you feel like doing right now?" he asked her.

"What?" she turned to him, her eyes still much to clear for the potion to have taken full effect.

"If there was something silly that you would do right now, but standard convention told you it was a bad idea, what would it be?" he asked, his expression and tone suggesting it was a simple philosophical question.

The smirk on her face told him that she thought he was just coming up with a new topic of conversations. "Well," she looked around the Burrow property and at her family that surrounded the bonfire with her, then at the fire itself. "Jumping over the fire," she decided succinctly. "Think I could clear it?"

Their fire pit was roughly a meter wide, and the wood on it was piled up rather high as well.

"Go on then," George encouraged, taking her empty glass and gesturing.

Ginny grinned widely, "alright." Backing up she gave a cursory glance to those on the opposite side of the fire pit from her and saw she would have had enough distance. Giving a hop up and down to ready herself and gain some momentum she broke out in a run and jumped over the fire.

"Ginny!" her mothers voice called out in surprise and reprimand.

Ginny had managed to clear the fire pit and landed in a crouch on the other side though and was looking very proud of herself and exhilarated. "I did it!" she celebrated.

"Come on now," Harry's said. "It isn't that hard. Look," and in a very un-Harry like show of one-upmanship, he too jumped over the fire, arms giving a victory fist bump into the air and laughing.

Soon nearly everyone was taking a turn catapulting themselves over the fire, until Harry's jeans caught an ember and he yelped as he swotted at the little nugget that was burning a hole through the fabric.

"Jump in the pond," George told him.

It was the end of February, that wasn't the best idea for dealing with a tiny ember. They were wizards after all, and could easily have rectified the problem with magic. Harry was quick to take George up on his suggestion and didn't seem bothered by the cold temperature at all. He headed down to the pond among a chorus of cheers and egging on from the Weasley brood. They all laughed as he walked out onto the thin layer of ice, rather unsteady on his drunk feet, and they laughed even harder when he fell through.

"Polar Bear swim!" Ginny cheered and rushed toward the pond herself, jumping in the hole he'd made from right off the dock. No one else followed her though.

The two of them emerged from the water with chattering teeth and blue lips and Mrs. Weasley set herself upon them right away. "Really," she scolded, "how much have you two had to drink?" She dried their clothes instantly and ushered them closer to the bonfire, summoning them both a cup of hot tea.

As the two of them sat there chuckling over nothing the others around them turned back to discussing the going's on in the world with Ginny and Harry chiming in with sarcastic quips and snickering over funny words, until Ginny grew too squirrely and turned on some music. She pulled Angelina to her feet and made her join in on her impromptu dance party, then moved on to other unwilling participants as well.

Harry however went to the broom shed and pulled out two brooms. He exclaimed that they were both for him to ride.

The problem was that one of them was a Nimbus and the other one was the oldest model Cleansweep that the Weasleys owned.

"Think having two at the same time will make their powers combine?" he asked as he awkwardly attempted to lay them out for mounting.

"Mate, that is not a good idea," Ron told him with an amused snort.

"Oh, where's the harm?" Harry brushed him off.

"Harry, really. Maybe you should go in and lay down," Hermione worried.

"Two brooms at once?" Ginny moved away from her, now, solo dance party. "I want to try that!" She jogged over the to broom shed and came out with two brooms as well, both Cleansweep's for her. "Race you to the pitch and back!" she shouted at Harry, doing her own fumbling as she attempted to get the brooms to lay right.

The family was all cringing as they watched this show before them. The two, seemingly, most inebriated people at the gathering trying to get comfortable on two brooms with different lengths and handles trying to race each other.

"I don't even remember them drinking that much," Angelina shook her head at their behavior.

"At least they are amusing drunks," Bill laughed.

Harry was twisting and turning as he attempted to slow down his faster broom and speed up his slower one, meanwhile Ginny had flipped upside down in mid-air, luckily she had a good grip on them and managed to get to the pitch and back to the others with out falling off.

"Alright. That's enough," Molly stepped in. "You two," she stomped up to them. Harry had fallen off his brooms when he got back close to the fire. He'd simply tumbled off the side and onto the snow, laughing as he went. "That's enough out of you. Back to the house, go sleep it off." Molly sounded cross, but it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for at least one of her children to wind up like this at their gatherings. It was the first time it had been these two being the culprits though.

Ginny stuck out her bottom lip in a fake pout but said nothing to protest. Harry just smiled dopily and followed along behind her.

Once in the house Ginny shed all of her outer gear and moved to the stairway, Harry was only three steps behind her.

"Well, this is me," she joked, pointing a thumb at her door and swaying slightly.

Harry paused on the landing, his glassy eyes turned to her and narrowed in on her lips. Her eyes made the same journey down his face as well.

It was as he was stepping towards her that her hand shot out and grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him in quicker. Neither of them seemed to have given it a spare thought before they pounced. Their mouths devoured each other as a primal groan escaped from both of them. He pushed her up against her door while she was already tugging to get his shirt over his head.

No words were exchanged between them before Harry opened her door and carried her through, kicking it closed behind him. Ginny succeeded in getting his shirt over his head, then pulled her own off and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips back to hers.

Harry's mouth moved down her neck and to her chest, slathering her breasts with kisses as he worked the catch on the back of her bra, yanking it off her as soon as he could and burying his face in between her soft mounds. Ginny's head fell back at the feel of him nuzzling against her and she moaned when he drew his tongue along the underside of each.

Her hands went to his belt while his worked the button on her trousers.

Neither of them were looking for much foreplay as they pulled their remaining clothes off and fell onto Ginny's childhood bed. Harry climbed between her legs and she grasped him in her hand to guide him inside her, the both of them crying out in the pleasure of being joined.

"Fucking yes!" Ginny grit out through clenched teeth and rocked herself back and forth with his thrusts. "Ah," she moaned, "it's been so long."

Harry wasn't taking things slow, he set a steady pace and was only keeping his completion in mind as he consistently barreled into her, his deep breaths growing deeper and quicker. His mouth was still traveling all over every spec of skin he could get to from his position. His brain quickly told him that he simply must have his release.

He started chanting her name over and over again as his finish drew close. He groaned loudly as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Ginny wasn't done yet though. Quickly she flipped them over and ground herself back and forth on top of his slowly waning erection, making sure the pressure at her clit was just right with the feel of him still inside her. Her hands fisted the sheets on either side of his head and her eyes were shut tight as she cried out her finish.

She fell on top of him.

"I have wanted you," Harry panted out as his arms came around her, "for so long."

Ginny let out a sloppy half-snort type of laugh into the crook of his neck. "You've wanted me for so long? You really are a daft boy, aren't you?" she slurred. Ginny slid off him and to his side, the two of them turning their bleary eyes to squint at each other in the darkness. Ginny's hand came up to run her fingers through his hair. "I've always wanted to touch your hair."

Harry's hand went to her bum, "I've always wanted to touch your bum. There was this one poster that came out when you joined the Harpy's. You were flying and every now and then you would do a loop and bend over, giving a flash of your tight trousers under your jacket." He was grinning to himself as he pictured it. "I wanked to that poster so many times."

"I want to shag again," Ginny blurted out. "Can you go again right now?" Her hand massaged his chest, travelling down to cup him between his legs.

"I'd love to," Harry told her eagerly, "but he'll need a minute." Moving his own hand up her side to cup her breast he lowering his head, nudging her back, so he could replace his hand with his mouth. "I've pictured what your breasts would look like. Wondered if you'd have freckles all over them."

"When I was taking some of those glamour shots, I would hope you'd be getting some of them. Trying to make you want me," Ginny admitted, letting her head fall back against the bed while Harry took his time burying his face in her bosom.

"I've a few of them in my nightstand. Pulled them out when I needed a visual sometimes," he started working himself down her body. "I want to taste you. I've wondered what you'd taste like."

"Oh, yes. Do that," she sighed and spread her legs farther apart. "I've wanted your head between my legs since I was fourteen at least." Harry positioned his head right between her legs and started massaging her gently with his fingers as she groaned and twirled her hips slightly at the pleasure.

"You don't have a boyfriend right now, do you?" Harry asked with a slur as the errant thought passed through his mind, his fingers continuing to work her over and smiling at the sight before him.

"I wouldn't care if I did. I want your tongue on me. Now!" Ginny grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged him closer to her.

He gave a chuckle as his lips met her clit, then he started giving hard circular licks around it at first, then he grew more aggressive about it, going at her with his mouth like she was his last meal and he was completely ravenous.

It was his enthusiasm and steady rhythm that had Ginny about ready to lose her mind.

"Oh! I'm going to cum!" she cried out in warning after only a few short minutes.

Harry pulled back from her suddenly, climbing back up her body and plunging his erection back inside her. "I want to feel it like this," his lust filled mind had him growling. He groaned as the tight heat of her surrounded him once more.

Ginny gasped in shock at the sudden invasion but recovered quickly and the two of them found a rhythm that was making them both feel the most amount of pleasure. Harry could feel her tightening around him and his eyes rolled back in his head about how much she was squeezing around his hard-on. She cried out her orgasm and Harry sped up his thrusts, determined to get his own finish while she was still tight and pulsing around him. She had almost completely relaxed underneath him, to the point of simply being the vessel he was deriving pleasure from when he came.

It was his turn to collapse on top of her, now feeling more drained than he had in a very long time. Twice in a row in one night had certainly sucked the energy out of him.

They settled down beside each other, both simply looking to get in a comfortable position for sleep and wound up spooning. Harry sighed contentedly when his arm was hugged around her.

"Wait," she groaned and climbed clumsily over top of him, going to her dresser and pulling on a nightgown.

"But I like you naked," he protested.

"Tough, I don't like feeling you breathing on my neck, but I don't want to change up positions," she told him before climbing back over him and settling herself back in the position they were before.

Harry kissed her shoulder and Ginny drifted off to sleep immediately.

It was Harry's bladder that woke him in the middle of the night. He needed to get to the loo. Rolling onto his back he slipped off the bed and onto the floor, his bare bum hitting the hard wood.

Squinting around him he located his glasses, pulling them on followed by all of his clothes. His attention was caught by movement on the bed as Ginny rolled onto her back and she gave a little slow shimmy of adjustment to get comfortable. Harry gave her a dopey smile and then turned to her door, leaving it open on his path to the bathroom. He went straight for the toilet and let out a small groan as he relieved himself.

His head was spinning slightly as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. He blinked a few times to try and clear up his vision as he went to wash his hands.

It was as he was coming back out of the bathroom into the hallway that he came out of his black-out and consciousness returned. What the time was, whether he'd been still downstairs carrying on with everyone or if he'd already gone up to bed for the night before using the facilities he wasn't sure. There wasn't the usual feeling running through him that he recognized from previous nights of intoxication. His head should have felt fuzzy, there should have been a team of garden gnomes doing a clog dance behind his forehead, and his stomach should be rolling. None of those things were happening. He may as well have been sleep walking.

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