Disclamier: I don't any thing of Harry Potter; it all belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter 1: In the middle of the night

Harry Potter woke with a start; sitting bolt right up in bed he looked around the pitch black room breathing hard. He had visited him again in his nightmares just like every other night. He took a steadying breath and untangled himself from the bed sheets, he could feel sweat running down his face. He got out of bed and walked out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom. After splashing his face with water Harry looked into the bathroom mirror at his reflection. Even though things were blurred without his glasses he noticed dark circles beneath his eyes. Turning to dry his hands he jumped slightly at his mothers form in the door way.

"Harry are you okay?" Lily Potter asked concerned. Harry nodded hoping she wouldn't press him.

"Are you sure, you look ever so pale?" Lily enquired placing a hand on his cheek, Harry re-coiled at her touch and she looked deeply offended.

"I'm fine Mum, just hot that's all," he lied.

"I'm going downstairs to get a glass of water, would you like one?" she offered.

"Erm…no I'm okay. I'm just going to head back to bed, but thanks anyway." He gave her a small smile before heading back up the hall. He clicked his door shut, and then walked over to open his window letting some cool air in. He closed his eyes against the breeze and inhaled slowly allowing his mind to clear. If he planned on getting anymore sleep tonight he would have to clear his mind. Forcing away the images from his nightmare, he walked back over to his bed and laid down.

It was only a matter of seconds before his mind turned to her, even though he promised he wouldn't torment himself his mind raced with questions. Was she sleeping? Or lying awake like him unable to sleep? What was she wearing? And did she smell as good as ever? He shook his head trying to clear the images of her in her night gown; he knew if he thought on this too long he would want her.

Sighing slowly he rolled onto his side and glanced at the clock. 2:12am, he wondered why his mother was awake this late. After another good 10 minutes of trying to clear his mind he gave in and decided maybe a glass of water would be good after all. He stood and grabbed his glasses of the bed side table and made his way downstairs. When he walked along the hall to the kitchen, he noticed the light still on. His mother was sat at the kitchen table with a glass of water; she looked up upon him entering the kitchen and smiled.

"I thought you were okay?" she asked as he grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.

"I was, but then I began to wonder what you were doing up at this time in the morning?" he replied, taking a seat opposite her. He picked up the cold water jug of the table and poured himself a glass.

"Oh you know, just couldn't sleep. Your fathers snoring his head off and after half an hour of laying there listening to him, you begin to grow both aggravated and bored," she chuckled lightly. "Why are you awake?" she returned the question. Harry wondered if he should tell her the truth but settled on lying.

"I just woke up from the heat and then couldn't settle again."

"Yes it is rather warm but then we are in the middle of July," she said somewhat doubtful of his reason. Harry nodded slowly avoiding his mothers gaze.

"Harry, are you sure that's all that's bothering you?" she asked.

"Yes mum, that's all," he lied again. He relaxed a little when she didn't take the conversation any further. Deep down he had a feeling his parents knew what woke him most nights and haunted his dreams. This same reason was also probably the cause of his drink problem and bad attitude he so often had, although his parents never pressed him on these problems of his. Sometimes he wished they would yell and scream at him, but as he often heard his father telling his mother; Harry was now 21 years of age and big enough to take a control on his own life.

"Your father mentioned you were late for Auror training this morning," she said casually snapping him away from his brooding thoughts.

"Only by about 20 minutes," Harry replied.

"That's not the point Harry, you step over the line far too much where you're future career is concerned. If it wasn't for your father covering your back for you, Kingsley would have thrown you of the course long ago," she warned.

"Well I don't ask dad to cover for me," he snapped.

"Harry don't take that tone with me…I'm sick and tired of you taking that tone with me," Lily said sighing. Harry opened his mouth to retort but thought better.

"Look I promise I'll try harder," he offered with a smile.

"Please try Harry, for me," Lily begged, Harry looked at his mother and nodded. She looked just as exhausted as he did and she too had dark circles under her eyes.

"Sirius mentioned he ran into Ginny in Diagon Alley yesterday," she said changing the subject. Harry sighed; he really didn't want to be talking about her; especially with his mother.

"Yeah, what did he say?" he asked to be polite.

"He just said how well she's looking and that she was getting excited about nearly being a qualified mid wife," she explained.

"Yeah, I thought she had 4 years of training at St. Mungos?" he asked.

"On no, it's only 3 years to train to become a mid wife," Lily explained, watching her son very closely.

"Well I'm glad she's okay and looking well," he said.

"Yes, Sirius also mentioned that she was shopping for your birthday. Said that it was her only day off for another couple of weeks," she told him.

"Oh. Right," Harry said taken aback. Why was Ginny buying him a birthday present?

"You know she still feels for you deeply Harry…"

"I know mum but like I've told you before, things have never been the same between Ginny and me since…well you know…since I left Hogwarts," he said swallowing hard. Lily nodded slowly.

"Look I'm going back to bed. Will you be okay down here?" he asked standing.

"Yes Harry, see you in the morning," she said defeated, watching her only son disappear out of the kitchen. Harry rushed back to his bedroom and fell to his bed cursing. He wondered if she would turn him away if he turned up unexpectedly at her door. Not thinking about whether or not he should do it, he stood and dressed himself quickly and then apparated to the one place he knew he could seek rest.

"Hang on…Hang on, I'm coming" Ginny Weasley shouted irritated at the loud banging on her front door. She tied her dressing gown around her and half ran, half walked down the hallway to the door. She looked through the peep hole and sighed; she had a feeling it was him. She unlocked the door and opened it whilst yawning.

"What took you so long?" he asked not even waiting to be invited in.

"Well you see I was asleep, I don't normally get people knocking on my door at this time in the morning," she retorted before closing the door and locking it again; knowing that he wouldn't be leaving any time soon. She turned and looked at him with a frown.

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" she asked with concern.

"Couldn't sleep," he mumbled whilst closing the distance between them and kissing her hard. She kept still at first, but as usual she gave in to his lips and kissed him back.

"I want you," he moaned as he moved his lips to her neck; kissing it passionately. Ginny threw her head back and closed her eyes. She snaked her arms around his neck as his hands splayed across her hips.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" she murmured softly, he stopped kissing her for a moment and looked at her, desire clouding his eyes.

"You know why red," he replied simply as his hands tugged open her dressing gown and pushed it off her shoulders revealing her silk night dress. He could see her every curve, taking a rough breath he released her auburn hair from its pony tail and allowed it to fall all around her face and shoulders. She looked at him for a second then removed his jumper and t-shirt baring his naked torso. Her stomach jolted a little as she let her eyes roam over his chest, he always look good and tonight was no different.

"Come here," he growled, placing his hands beneath her bum and lifting her off her feet. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and his hands moved to hold her under her thighs. He walked her down the hall and into her bedroom, all the while never taking his lips of her neck. Once they were inside he slammed her against the wall and crushed his hips into hers. She moaned loudly and tightened her legs. He ran his right hand along her thigh and then under feeling her panties, they were damp; just how he liked them. He put her down and she mewed in protest, he removed her panties in one quick tug followed by her night dress. She all of a sudden felt very aware of the fact she was naked before him, he licked his lips hungrily and lifted her off her feet again.

"I want you right here," he told her confidently and she nodded without a sound. He reached down and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers freeing his throbbing erection. In one swift movement he entered her, causing her to cry out with pleasure. She felt so good, so tight and oh so wet. He groaned and began to move in and out of her slowly; his lips finding her own.

"Faster…" she demanded between kisses and he obliged. His hips moved back and forth at a pace he never knew existed. She met every thrust with her hips and the faster he went, the louder she became.

"Oh god, that's it…yes," she yelled making him want to cum at once. She arched her back and closed her eyes tight; he smirked knowing that she was almost there.

"Cum for me red," he moaned. She cried out and let him push her to her orgasm. She shuddered around him for what felt like for ever. He quickened his pace once more and within seconds he was releasing himself deep inside of her; moaning her name as he did.

There position never changed whilst they both steadied their breathing. He let his head rest on her shoulder and felt sleep over coming him. He moved away from the wall and fell to her bed; she grunted as her back hit the duvet. He removed his trainers and jeans, but pulled his boxers back up, he then settled on "his" side of the bed and closed his eyes. Ginny stood and found her knickers and put them back on, she turned and looked at the now sleeping form on her bed. No matter how much she tried to kick it, he was her biggest vice.

'Dam you Harry Potter," she thought before climbing back into bed and resting her head against his chest.

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Harry awoke some time later to an empty bed. He stretched before sitting up and looking around the familiar room. Where was she? Her wand was laid on her side table; a habit she had picked up from him and her alarm clock read that it was only 6:30am; surely they had at least another couple of hours of sleep to fit in before she had to get to St. Mungos. He climbed out of bed and padded out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. He opened the door and her known scent hit him, he realised she was taking a shower. Not one for wanting to miss out, he quickly discarded his boxers and joined her.

After another round of sex Ginny insisted she had to get ready for mid wife training, Harry lay on his side on the bed; his head propped up by his hand watching her move around to get ready.

"Sirius said he saw you in Diagon Alley," he mentioned as causal as he could.

"Yes I ran in to him whilst shopping for your birthday present," she explained as she buttoned up her Mediwitch uniform.

"Why were you buying me a present Gin? Were not going out," he pointed out.

"Harry every year you ask me why I bother getting you a birthday present and every year I give you the same answer," she replied. Harry looked away from her deciding not to discuss it any further.

"So I have a question for you," she said turning to look at him, his gaze met hers.

"Why after not seeing you for over 4 weeks do you suddenly turn up at my flat last night, or should I say this morning and proceed to shag me," she asked with a smirk.

"I didn't hear you complaining," he retorted.

"I didn't say I was complaining Harry but sometimes it's a little hard being your fuck buddy. We used to be friends but now all you use me for is sex," she sighed.

"Don't get into this again Ginny. Why do you always bring up the friends card," Harry snapped as he got up and began to get dressed.

"Oh here we go, your going to have a mardy and storm out aren't you. And then I wont see you again for another 4 weeks until you want a shag again," she scowled.

"Well maybe next time you should try keeping your legs closed. You have a choice Ginny, if you don't like it then that's fine I can find someone else," he said.

"You know what Harry I don't have time for this, let yourself out," she said angrily before turning on her heal and grabbing her bag and wand. With out a last glance at him she apparated to St. Mungos annoyed she'd ever said anything.

When Harry apparated back to his bedroom a few minutes later, his mind was still racing with Ginny's angry words. They'd been this way for years now, whenever he wanted they had sex and then gone on like nothing had happened. Occasionally it was hard seeing as one of his best friends was one of her older brothers; it also felt uncomfortable at times with him being so close to the rest of her family. The Weasley's had always been so good to him and treated him like one of their own, but he shuddered to think what they would do if they ever discovered what he was doing with their only daughter and sister. It also didn't help that his other best friend was Ginny's best friend too and that Ginny probably told Hermione everything that she and Harry did together.

He decided to grab some e breakfast, so made his way down to the kitchen. When he arrived he was greeted by his parents and two God fathers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

"Morning," he mumbled as he poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat at the table with them all.

"Morning," they all answered.

"How are you Harry?" Remus asked watching him attentively.

"I'm okay, and you?" Harry returned nodding to both Sirius and Remus.

"Good," they both replied. Harry nodded as he took a bite from his toast.

"Where's Tonks and Teddy, Lupin?" He asked.

"They've gone shopping with Grandma today," Lupin smiled.

"What about Lucinda, Sirius? Where's she?" Harry wondered.

"She's at work today," Sirius answered.

"Harry I came in earlier to wake you to see if you wanted a cup if tea, but you weren't in your room?" Lily began with a manner that Harry didn't like.

"I was in the bathroom," he lied. His parents, Sirius and Lupin all exchanged a meaningful look.

"Harry you can't keep going round there and using her like this," said Harry's father James.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his defenses going up.

"We know where you were last night," James continued.

"And where exactly did I go?" Harry asked irritated.

"To Ginny's." Lily replied. Harry stood immediately and shook his head.

"I know you probably think all you're doing is caring about me and Ginny, but really you're just getting on my nerves and sticking your nose in." Harry snapped.

"Don't talk that way to your mother." James advised.

"I'm going out." Harry sulked before walking out of the kitchen. He really needed a drink and he didn't care that it was only 8:15 in the morning.

Okay so there's my first chapter, let me know what you think? Until next time….