Here it goes for the second chapter of the day. Hope you like it!

-O-

Harry took another bitter swig from his flask and quickly disapparated from his living room to his front door. Dean could not enter their house uninvited, it would be strange if Ginny found him inside. He rang the doorbell and watched as Ginny opened the door.

"Dean?" she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

She looked truly surprised and Harry thought mischievously that he should take advantage of her astonishment.

"Hi Ginny!" he heard Dean say through his mouth. It sounded weird. He should have practised talking while he had been waiting…

"What are you doing here?" asked Ginny again, looking inquisitively at him.

"I wanted to talk to you" he answered simply.

Ginny raised an eyebrow at him and let him in. "You want to drink something?" she offered.

"Sure, thanks" Harry answered gladly.

She went to get a couple of Butterbeers and he followed her into the kitchen.

"What's up?" she asked, once they had both opened their bottles.

"I just really wanted to see you…" he started, flashing her a bright smile.

Ginny looked at him, frowning slightly.

"Ever since our kiss at New Year's Eve, I've been thinking about you…" he continued, teasingly.

He was not surprised to see her blush a little before she recomposed.

Harry knew he was playing a dangerous game.

"I thought you'd have kissed plenty of other women since then…" she said, coolly.

"Maybe" he answered, his voice low, "But it's you I like to kiss the most"

Ginny's gaze flashed to his eyes.

"Dean… Mistletoe was… nice... but..." she started, hesitantly. "I don't really know what to tell you, I enjoy our occasional flirts but…"

Harry felt his stomach drop a little. Ginny looked quite sad, he was not sure he wanted to hear more.

"I told you before, and it has not changed. I love Harry. You need to stop that." she said, truthfully.

Harry felt his heartbeat racing and a wave of love for Ginny.

He opened his mouth to stop the game and tell her who he really was and what he was ready to offer when Ginny spoke again.

"What you and I did when Harry and I split up is the past"

What? What is she talking about?

Harry cleared his throat. Well, Dean's throat.

He probably looked very worried because when Ginny looked at him, she seemed concerned and sympathetic.

"Honey, you're handsome. I'm not going to lie to you… I have not forgotten our night. We've been through that. But… I'm married… I won't betray Harry... there's nothing more to it..." her voice faded.

Harry needed to end this, right now.

But before he could, Ginny had covered his cheek with her mouth. In a light, gentle, affectionate gesture.

"This is all I can give you" she said, sadly, stepping back.

Harry's heart melt.

"Ginny. You can. I mean… this is my surprise... " he started to say.

Her eyes shot at him. "What?" she said, looking utterly lost.

"I'm Harry" he simply said.

Ginny took several steps back and took her wand out.

"What did you say?" she asked, dangerously.

Harry realised she was very confused right now. He needed to make it clear for her, and fast or she might hex him.

"Polyjuice" he said, handing her the flask. "I put Dean's Hair in it for you, I wanted to surprise you…" he said, watching her, concerned.

She didn't seem to believe him.

"What the hell are you talking about Dean?" she shouted, raising her wand.

"Gin! Love!" started Harry, panicking, his hands raised in surrender. "It's Harry! Okay…. password!" he shouted before she would hex him.

"Not even death can do us apart" he told her calmly.

Ginny blinked several times. This was their password. The one they had chosen together after the war, the words had seemed appropriate at the time when they still needed to be careful since many death eaters had still been at large.

She lowered her wand.

"Harry?" she asked, faintly.

He nodded.

She fell in a chair.

"Well, this is a surprise" she said, her voice still very faint.

"Yeah… well. I got more than I bargained for too…" he answered, his brow furrowed.

She looked at him in panic.

"Harry, this was years ago… we had broken up… I never told you because… well, it was Dean…" she said, not looking at him.

"Yeah. I understood that myself, thanks" he said bitterly, putting a hand in his hair. There was not much hair to pull back though. "I thought... I thought you never slept with anyone else…" he said, his teeth clenched.

She was still not looking at him. He wanted to look back like himself now. Or he might punch his own Dean's face.

But Ginny seemed to change her moods now for she suddenly glared at him.

"You've got nerves!" she spat, "You've slept with I don't even remember how many girls back then! I'm not going to feel guilty about one night!" she cried, angrily.

"Maybe! But I told you at the time!" Harry defended himself angrily.

Ginny let out a derisive laugh.

"Yeah? You think it was easy to hear? and forgive? I wished you never told me!" she said, her face mad.

Harry gave up. Of course she was right. He had hurt her, he knew that. Her old one night stand with Dean was just a late and painful blow for him.

He slumped in his chair and covered his face with his hands.

"And in case you haven't noticed, I told Dean, seconds ago that I would never betray you!" Ginny said fiercely.

Harry felt his heart warming. She had. Right after she had kissed him. A chaste and gentle kiss on the cheek. One you can give to someone who's in pain.

He knew Ginny had been perfect. He would never have barked at her if he had not just learned about her night with Dean.

It was his turn to be reasonable.

"I'm sorry Ginny. But I just wish you told me then" he said, calmly.

She shook her head.

"I'm not sure we would have been okay if I had…" she said, sadly.

Harry had to admit that she might be right. Would he really have wanted to know then? He sighed.

They stayed silent for a while, Harry pressing his temples with his dark fingers.

"It's so weird to look at you right now… I wish you were back to yourself" she said, eyeing him, tears in her eyes. "I want to hug you"

Harry looked at his watch.

"I took the double dose, I won't be back before another hour at least…." he sighed.

Ginny chuckled.

"How in the name of Merlin did you get that idea anyway?" she asked him, looking awed.

"Protection of sources" harry mumbled.

She giggled.

"Was that your surprise then?" she asked, teasing him.

Harry snorted, he felt ridiculous now.

"Yeah… Remember when I asked you if you wanted to have… sex with Dean?" he asked, his voice low and grave, "I've been thinking about that ever since"

Ginny giggled again.

"Harry… this is… Brilliant!" she burst out, giggling. "It's even better!"

He saw her come towards him, hesitantly. She cast him a nervous glance before slowly sitting on his lap.

"Is this okay?" she asked, anxiously.

Harry did not know what to think. After what he had just learned it was difficult to play along.

"I can't believe you would do that for me… you're amazing, you are!" she whispered, looking shy.

She was being really cute and shy. From what he had just witnessed he could tell Ginny was still attracted to Dean, yet she had made it clear that nothing could happen. But seeing how dark her eyes had become right now and the way she bit her lip while sitting on his lap...

"You still want to try it?" he asked her, a bit incredulous.

"Only if it's okay for you. I'd understand if it's too soon..." she whispered timidly, her cheeks pink, her eyes looking down.

Harry breathed deeply.

Well, if that is not a proof of wisdom and love from me, what is?

"I'm not sure I would be able to… perform" he confessed, gesturing at his unfamiliar body.

She giggled again. Ginny hardly ever giggled for him anymore.

Harry made up his mind.

He lifted Ginny from him, took her hand and made her follow him into the living room.

He filled two glasses of Firewhiskey and lit a few candles.

"Let's make the most of this hour then" he simply said.

Ginny's eyes opened wide and her hand shot at her mouth.

"This is the proof of how much I love you" he added, trying to sound brave, his voice a little hoarse.

I can't believe I'm doing this…

Harry began stripping, slowly. Ginny was sitting in the couch, watching him, a concentrated and bemused look on her face. At first, it looked like she could not keep a straight face. She drank two more glasses of firewhiskey, her eyes never leaving him.

Soon, Harry found himself in his underwear.

"These are Harpy boxers!" she giggled pointing at him. "I have no doubt my husband is hiding under that skin" she chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes but grinned.

He slowly walked towards her and bent to give her a kiss. She seemed hesitant at first, but soon returned the kiss, slowly but passionately. Her lips felt different on him, probably because his were so different. If he closed his eyes he could easily think he was not kissing his own wife. There was more softness there than usual but their movements were awkward and clumsy. She bit his lower lip softly.

He pushed her up to stand against him, his hands playing in her hair. He was so tall that he had to bend a lot more than he usually had to to kiss her properly.

He let his arms go down to caress her back, but they were longer than his own and ended up on her butt. It made her giggle against his mouth and he grinned before sliding his tongue in her mouth.

She began kissing him fiercely, her tongue reaching for his daringly, her hands clumsily caressing his arms, squeezing his muscles, touching his neck and going down his back until she grabbed his arse.

"This feels weird" she whispered.

He didn't answer but started to slowly tug at her shirt, to give his other hand access to her skin. He touched her waist and felt her shiver.

Harry could tell by her intense reaction that she was enjoying this. It took him a few seconds to get rid of any jealousy he might be starting to feel.

"Can I take your top off?" he asked in a whisper.

She looked at him, her eyes glowing and nodded timidly.

He lifted the shirt above her head, unclasped her bra and cast her an intense look before putting his mouth on her breast.

"Harry…" she sighed, hesitant.

He could tell she was very turned on but restraining herself.

Harry thought she feared she might hurt his feelings if she showed too much enthusiasm. Or said Dean's name… he knew it might happen at some point. But he wanted to please her. If he was going to do that for her, he might as well do it right.

"Shhhh" he whispered. "Let go, it's for you, it's my gift to you for being such an amazing wife..."

She whimpered and closed her eyes again, letting her head fall back while his tongue danced around her left nipple. Her skin was hot and salty on his tongue.

When he left her breasts and looked up, her eyes snapped open.

Harry took a few step back to look at her.

She caught his intense stare at her breast and breathed heavily, shifting on her feet, her arms crossing on her stomach.

He was not used to that anymore. He knew her body so well, and she knew his. Self awareness of their bodies was no longer a part of their usual intimacy. He felt excitement rise in him. It felt like she was revealing herself to him for the first time and he loved it.

She could see his hardness through his boxers and bit her lip, looking away.

"I'm not used to you being so shy…" he murmured.

Ginny stuck out her tongue at him and Harry smirked.

She slowly unfastened her skirt in her back and let it fall at her feet, standing in front of him only in her black knickers.

The light was dim and her eyes looked very dark. She was gorgeous. They stood in front of each other for another few seconds. Harry wanted to leave her enough time to watch his body.

Indeed, she was greedily exploring his body with her eyes, regularly looking up at him to check that he was still okay with it.

After a few seconds she looked at him in the eyes and nodded. Harry slowly came back to her, feeling her hot skin against his.

He slid his fingers in her long red hair and kissed her again, deeply, unable to stop himself from pushing her against his hips.

She moaned.

He was very hard. And though he had looked different when he had watched himself in the mirror, he could not feel any difference in the sensations now. Except for Ginny's reactions. They were different. Her moans were somehow faint, subdued in sound but not in intensity.

At this point, Harry was not sure if she wanted to lead or be lead.

Since she had been waiting for his moves, at each step, he made up his mind and decided he should lead. While kissing her, he slowly lowered his hands from her hair, to her back, until he caught the sides of her underwear. He detached his mouth from hers to keep lowering her knickers along her legs. She slowly lifted one foot, then the other, and she was naked.

Harry took a few steps back again and watched her. Her breathing was still heavy. She was turned on, a lot.

He knew what he had to do. Keeping the distance between them intact, he slowly took off his own underwear and waited.

Her eyes timidly lowered to look at him entirely. Harry saw her passing her tongue on her lips. She was hungry for him.

After a few seconds, he realised she would not move and he went back to her, crashing his naked body against hers. She gasped and he kissed her again furiously.

"I want you to take me" she moaned in his mouth.

He wanted to keep touching her, so he slid his fingers between her legs and she gasped at the touch. He discovered that she was very wet so he took her hand and directed it at his manhood.

She gasped when she first touched it, but soon circled it in her hand. He was more than ready.

For the first time she seemed to want to take the lead and stepped back to position herself on all fours on the couch and invited him to join her with a shy glance at him.

Harry smirked. Of all the positions, she had chosen the one that allowed her not to look at him too much. As much as he wanted her to enjoy this, he was moved to know she was avoiding eye contact with Dean for the next part. Yet he wanted her to enjoy it fully.

"Open your legs wider for me" he ordered in a low voice, so different from his own.

She shivered at the sound of his voice but obeyed.

He knelt behind her and slowly caressed her arse before sliding two fingers inside her.

"Fuck!" she moaned, surprised by this intrusion. Harry did not let her time to recompose, he bent his head to lick her folds in a slow, languid movement while pumping with his fingers. The sounds she made send a shiver through his whole body. He took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, feeling the wetness and heat around it, his nose buried in her scents.

Ginny's hips jerked at the contact and she whimpered in pleasure. He fucked her with his tongue slowly, each dive earning him another ecstatic moan or hiss. She was soaking on his face, her hips jerking while his hands hold her still. He finally stopped and bent lower to flick his tongue around her clit in one slow motion. It was all it to took to make her come loudly.

He stood up again, wiped his face on his arm, smacked her right cheek playfully and positioned himself at her entrance. He was forced to look at himself in order to aim properly. It was weird. But seeing Ginny offered like that in front of him was enough to erase the weirdness. And seeing his own so unfamiliar dark hands on his wife sent a strong chill of lust through him. He gently pushed his way inside her, holding her by the hips, as she gasped softly. The warmth and wetness were nearly overwhelming at first. He slid gently, in and out and heard her shallow breaths. She was tight, her recent orgasm still pulsing somehow.

"I'm going to make you come again now" he said.

She moaned at his words, without any restrain this time.

He knew his voice was a huge turn on for her right now.

He relaxed his grip on her right hip and slid his hand between her legs, across her thigh. Dean's arms were long and it was handy in this case. Harry hardly needed to bend to stroke her clit while he continued to thrust gently into her. The result was immediate. Ginny's moans intensified again, her back arched to better meet his hand. She was so damn wet.

Harry could sense all of Dean's physical expertise because it didn't ask him too much efforts to keep his own pleasure in control while he stroked Ginny to orgasm.

When her muscles started to contract hard against him he heard himself groan.

She turned her head to look at him just before she came, her face contorted in pleasure.

"Dean…" she hissed, barely audibly.

Harry froze. He had known from the start that it might happen, still it was weird. And yet, it sent another jolt of arousal through his body. He smacked her arse again, hard.

"You really like that, don't you?" he asked in a growl, resuming his thrusts.

Ginny did not answer, her whole body was shaking and her moans sounded as if she was almost in pain.

He really wanted to come too now, so he hold her hips firmly again and thrust into her faster. He felt the pleasure coming but not quickly enough for his taste. It wasn't his body, he could not feel the same limits and pleasure was not growing as rapidly as usual. He thrusted his hips faster, harder and heard Ginny pant. Each of his movement was loud as his body collisioned with hers. Flesh against flesh. Harry was mesmerized by the view of his unfamiliar body slamming against her arse. She was making crazy little cries, her arms gave away and she collapsed on her elbows.

Bending his head on one side, he could see one of her tits moving madly with each of his thrust. He felt elated.

"Please, don't stop!" he heard Ginny moan.

She was about to come again, Harry knew it. He wasn't restraining himself anymore and he knew he was close too. He was still thrusting madly when Ginny came again, moaning a faint litany of desperate "fuck".

Harry let go and came in a last, shaky thrust, forgetting to breath.

When his release was complete, he collapsed heavily on her back through fast breaths.

Panting, Harry softly kissed her neck and moved his weight off her. He collapsed next to her, his body covered in sweat, while she turned on her back, her cheeks red, her breathing still fast.

She glanced at him timidly and he chuckled.

"Well, that was… interesting" he panted.

She nodded.

"Well, so much for your fear of not being able to perform..." she laughed, breathless, rolling her eyes. "Damn that was good..." she added, closing her eyes, her breaths still heavy.

"You were so shy at first… I almost didn't recognize you" Harry teased.

"Yeah well, you should be happy, I'm not used to do that with anyone else" she answered, giggling.

Harry nodded and moved to kiss her. She let him do it but Harry could tell she was a bit uncomfortable.

"Sorry love, but post sex cuddling… will have to wait for you to be back to normal…"

Harry chuckled again, and looked at his watch.

"Should be any minute now…"

Ginny nodded happily and waited, looking at him.

He felt the transformation begin not longer after that.

"So weird" Ginny whispered as she watched him turn back to himself.

When he was finally back, he could see the wonder in her eyes when she snuggled next to him and said "I love you so much".