"Oof."

Ginny fell back onto Harry's bed, drenched in sweat, every muscle she possessed seemingly aching. Today's practice with the Holyhead Harpies had been wonderful in a grueling sort of way. Ginny had a reputation amongst the other girls for seemingly never running low on energy but she felt pretty tapped out at the moment. After nearly two straight weeks of games and practices, even she had ran out of energy.

Quidditch season would soon be over but for the moment, at least, she was back at Harry's flat, where she only sort of lived. Technically, she still lived at the Burrow but she liked spending time in the place where her boyfriend lived. His flat was nice in an untidy sort of way, which was fine with her. You'd never know an important Auror with the Ministry of Magic lived there. But Harry could be allowed a little disorganisation. He'd have a hard time of it, after all.

Ginny exhaled and looked over at her night stand where Harry had left all of the owl post that had come for her over the last week since she last stopped by. Ginny didn't get everything sent there, just the important things and anything that might embarrass her mum and dad.

Ginny slid off the big bed and looked down at the the assorted catalogues and news letters. She didn't have the presence of mind to sort through them now. She needed a shower. She should've hit the showers after practice but she really liked Harry's shower. Muggles knew a thing or two about plumbing, Ginny had discovered. Harry had a Muggle shower head that was really fantastic.

Harry Potter could've lived anywhere he wanted. He had the money and lots of people in their world who were willing to accommodate the desires of an actual honest-to-Merlin living legend. But Harry wasn't interested in luxury or special treatment. The Boy Who Lived just wanted a nice place that he could call his own.

Ginny pulled off her tee-shirt, frustrated with the way the fabric clung to her body thanks to heavy perspiration, causing her to stumble awkwardly. With a yank, her shirt came off and she bumped into the night stand, knocking a catalogue to the floor. Ginny groaned with annoyance and picked it up, not noticing what it was until it was properly in her hands. The heading said 'Eros' Wizarding Delights and Temptations'.

"Oh, right," Ginny said to no one.

She'd forgot she'd ordered that. She shook her head then set it down. It had to wait. She finished removing her clothes then quickly made her way to the shower. Ginny didn't have any of her own soap and shampoo there. It was all Harry's stuff, most of it Muggle in origin. She always felt strange using it but she liked how she came out smelling like Harry.

After the shower Ginny put on a fresh pair of knickers and borrowed one of Harry's large tee-shirts to sleep in. She didn't keep many clothes here. She made sure she had plenty of clean socks and knickers. She had pyjamas there but most of the time a tee-shirt would do just fine seeing as how often she was just staying the night. Most of her wizard clothes were at home. Harry still wore a lot of Muggle clothes and Ginny had occasionally taken to wearing Muggle clothes herself, especially if they went out around London.

Ginny scooted into bed, clutching the 'Eros' Wizarding Delights and Temptations' catalogue in her hand. Ginny had only ordered it on a whim. The catalogue was popular among the ladies of the Holyhead Harpies. Katie Bell in particular had over-dramatically swore it saved her life.

The catalogue was filled with various items that had all been charmed in sexually useful ways. At least a third of the catalogue were outfits that were designed to show off skin in a suggestive manner. Ginny thought it was funny how there was this odd space between being completely naked and completely clothed that was somehow sexier than either of the extremes. Either way, it really wasn't her thing. She'd just as soon be naked and cut to the chase.

The remaining two-thirds were objects that were more directly useful for sex. Her eyes roamed over the objects that vibrated in a special way with interest. The golden snitch vibrating toy was amusing. It looked just like a golden snitch and even flew around, but was charmed to focus on that special place between her thighs. It looked like loads of fun. She could charm virtually anything and stick it between her legs but that toy and the others in the catalogue had more powerful charms placed on them than she could cast herself, and her own abilities weren't too shabby.

Reluctantly, she moved on to the items that had been designed with penetration in mind. There were many different shapes and sizes, including some that she found it hard to believe were designed with actual human beings in mind, though she had heard tales of wizards being very creative with engorgement charms.

She turned the catalogue sideways to marvel in confusion at a particular toy that had the audacity to call itself 'The Centaur'. She didn't think centaurs would approve of this sort of objectification and had half a mind to write her brother's girlfriend, Hermione, about the matter.

Some other items were designed to do the penetration for you. You just said the charm and it would save you the trouble. She mentally jotted one of those down as a maybe. Could be nice on a lazy day in combination with the golden snitch toy.

They sold lubricating potions, but personally Ginny preferred to brew her own so she could get the consistency just right. There were also so-called 'Erotic Climax Potions' that gave the drinker orgasms by the spoonful. Ginny was curious what that might be like but also thought that it just wouldn't be the same thing as building up to a good, strong climax. Sexual pleasure was as much psychology as it was anything else.

There was a section of wizard erotica and some books with pictures of witches and wizards performing various sex acts but Ginny thought she had plenty of erotica for the moment.

As she made it to the back of the catalogue, Ginny found herself flipping back to the penetration toys. One particular item had stuck out and clung to her mind. It was a flesh-coloured toy that was intended to be strapped onto a person's groin. It was advertised as coming with a charm that allowed the toy to join to the wearer's body. Once joined the toy felt real. If you touched it you would feel it just as if you were touching yourself. It also came with a second charm that let you adjust its shape and size.

"Ooo," Ginny cooed.

She found this toy very interesting. She tried to imagine what it would feel like. Would it feel like having a cock? And if so… what did having a cock even feel like? Ginny legs stirred restlessly as she felt herself warming with arousal. Ginny slid a hand between her thighs without even thinking, spreading her legs eagerly. She slid her clit between two fingers, focusing on how her swelling nub felt when touched. It was nice. Would doing that with a cock feel better or just… different?

Ginny pictured Harry in her mind. She'd watched Harry touch himself plenty of times. She knew how Harry liked to touch himself, the way his hand clutched at the base and slid up to the head and back down again, his grip firm and his motion smooth. Ginny dragged her clit between her fingers again, slowly as she imagined Harry touching himself, and let out a grunt of pleasure. That felt so damn good.

She knew from experience that the head was the most sensitive part of the cock but if she focused on it too much while she gave Harry head it usually made him uncomfortable. Harry touched all of his cock when he pleasured himself. Ginny could almost imagine that she was dragging her fingers up the hard shaft of a cock as she slowly dragged her fingers over her clit.

She began to picture herself wearing the toy, her hand stroking the shaft of it. And then she was picturing Harry touching her the way he touched himself. Yes, he would be able to do it better than she could. Her mind drifted to other thoughts and found her pelvis lightly thrusting as she stroked her clit and imagined Harry's full lips wrapping around the toy and sucking.

Oh, Merlin! She knew what his full lips felt like sucking on her clit and how sexy he looked but this image was even more alluring. Ginny moaned at this thought and rolled over, her face pressed into a pillow and having to turn sideways to prevent herself from suffocating while she thrust her pelvis to fuck her own hand.

Ginny was now picturing herself behind Harry, the toy inside of him and Ginny feeling it all. Ginny imagined Harry's face as he penetrated her, the way his mouth twitched with each slow thrust. She had asked him how it felt. He threw out a million different adjectives every time and Ginny was forced to imagine how it would feel to fill him like he filled her, and to feel him wrapped tight around her.

Would Harry let her do that, she wondered. Harry had never indicated he was interested in having his arse played with but he'd never indicated that he didn't. Ginny rubbed her clit as she thrust down against the bed, tension rising in her body and trying to imagine what it would feel like to ejaculate.

"Hhnnnh," Ginny groaned as she hit a potent climax, picturing herself fucking her boyfriend in the arse and coming hard inside of him.

Ginny continued to slowly thrust, finding tiredness seeping back inside of her as arousal faded away gracefully. Eventually she rolled over and set the catalogue aside. She tried to remember how long it had been since she and Harry had even had a shag. It had been weeks. She needed to fix that soon.

Just then she was startled out of her euphoric trance by a tapping at the window. It was probably a ministry owl with a letter from Harry. Ginny opened the window and took the letter from the owl which then promptly flew away. Sure enough, it was from Harry.

Ginny, I'm going to be working overnight. Go ahead and eat without me.
Love, Harry.

Ginny sighed. She was looking forward to seeing Harry and spending a night with him in bed. She slid back beneath the covers and flipped the switch on the lap. She closed her eyes and tried to put her fantasies out of her mind.

"Ow," Harry cried out, the sound of a loud thud accompanying him.

"Are you all right?" Ginny called out at him as she stood at the kitchen sink, cleaning her dishes from her breakfast.

She'd had trouble sleeping. Thoughts of that toy and Harry had occupied her thoughts and after only a few hours of sleep she went ahead and got up, wanting to be awake when he got home.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hit my head on the sofa. It was a long night. I invited Neville to the office to help sort out paperwork. I ended up taking a nap sometime after midnight," Harry replied, sound regretful.

Ginny heard Harry approaching her from behind. She cast the hot air charm on the last of the dishes as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chest against the back of her head. Harry made softly exhaled, as if in comfort. Ginny kissed his forearm then nuzzled his arm as he kissed the top of her head.

"How's Neville?" Ginny asked.

Thoughts of Harry's night in Germany with Neville had occupied Ginny's mind that night. She didn't know the details but she could imagine them well enough. Around the same time she had been exploring her feelings for her best friend, Luna Lovegood back at Hogwarts. They'd developed an understanding while Harry ventured out for a year to find himself.

"Fine. Life of a bachelor, I suppose," Harry replied.

"I miss Neville. We should have him round more often. Wouldn't you like that?" Ginny asked, finding the notion of the two boys together rather enticing.

"Oh. Uh… yeah," Harry said, sounding flustered.

"I've always been curious about the two of you. What you got up to in Berlin," Ginny said, perhaps being a little more clear as she pushed her body closer against him.

"Oh… umm… Well, you know… I'm sure you can-" Harry coughed then finished, "use your imagination."

"You think I haven't?" Ginny said with light snicker.

"Are you tired, Harry?" Ginny probed.

"I was… umm… until… You know," Harry said, rubbing himself against her.

Ginny chuckled and wiggled back against him in acknowledgment, feeling his growing hardness.

"You're in a mood," Harry observed, wrapping his hands over her thighs.

Ginny gasped at the feeling of his arm hands on her cold thighs, sliding up underneath the tee-shirt.

"Had trouble sleeping last night. I miss you. I'm feeling sort of… desperate," Ginny said, holding her breath as the tips of Harry's fingers curled around her inner thighs, so near her heat.

"I hadn't noticed," Harry snarked, then slowly slid his hands up to her stomach, gliding gently over her torso to cup her small breasts in his big hands.

"I tried touching myself. It wasn't enough. I need more. I need intimacy and friction. I need… you, "Ginny moaned.

Harry leaned over into her neck and kissed her, his warm mouth making her want to melt in his arms.

"Please touch me, Harry," Ginny begged, feeling the aching between her thighs couldn't be ignored for another moment.

"I am touching you," Harry snarked again, squeezing her hard nipples between his fingers.

"You know what I mean," Ginny said firmly, lacking patience at that moment.

Harry moved his hands back down her body, sliding his fingers inside her knickers and lightly brushing them over her pubic mound, making her giggle.

He slid two fingers into her folds and Ginny moaned as he lightly squeezed her swollen clit between them. He slid his fingers down to her wetness, dragging them back up to her clit, where he gently stroked in soft motions.

"Oh, Harry," Ginny said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Ginny, you really do miss me, don't you?" Harry said, pressing his lips into her neck again, lightly sucking and biting just the way she liked.

"I get so worked up just thinking about you, Harry. The things I want to do with you… do to you," Ginny said, not telling him how she was imagining him on his knees, with his arse readied for a nice fuck.

"Hmm. Really? Like what?" Harry urged, sucking into her neck so hard she knew he'd leave a love bite.

Ginny held her breath. She wasn't ready to tell him about that fantasy and the toy. It was best to work her way up to it.

"You. Your body. How perfect every part of you is," Ginny said, finding it difficult to think while Harry's fingers were playing with her clit and his mouth was at her throat.

"What parts of my body?" Harry urged.

"Your arse. Your mouth. Merlin, you know what I'd love for you to do with your mouth?" Ginny replied and suddenly turned around, forcing his hand to pull out of her knickers

She smiled up at her handsome boyfriend's face and leaned up into his kiss. Harry reached behind her and squeezed her arse, pulling her belly against his erection through his robes. Ginny returned the gesture and reached around to squeeze his perfect arse.

Harry was a superb kisser. He had a way with his mouth. She wondered if Neville had appreciated them. She wondered where Harry had used his lips, imagining them gliding over the head of Neville's cock with glee. She pictured herself with that toy, Harry's mouth upon and squeezed her thighs in excitement.

Ginny pulled her mouth away and whispered in Harry's ear, "You know what I would love?"

"What's on your mind?" Harry asked.

"I was just thinking… how much I would love to sit on your beautiful face."

Harry kissed her cheek and chuckled.

"All right. Do you wanna to move to the bedroom?"

"No. Right here, right now," Ginny said, feeling too urgent for a chance of location.

Ginny tossed off the tee-shirt, exposing her freckled torso. She quickly stepped out her knickers, hanging them on the knob of a drawer. Harry dropped to the floor, looking handsome in his work robes. She grinned at his visible bulge then moved to crouch over his face.

She lowered herself to his open mouth, his dark hands clutching her pale, freckled thighs. Ginny was in heaven as she ground her sex into his open mouth, his tongue sliding against her clit beautifully.

"Mmm. Ah," Ginny let out soft moans.

Listening to Harry's grunts of hunger was thrilling. He always seemed to love pleasing her so much. She lifted up to give him air but he quickly pulled her back down, furiously lapping and sucking on her clit.

"Fuck, Harry. That's so good. You must really want me to come," Ginny said.

"Mmmhmm," Harry said, muffled beneath her.

Ginny held still, feeling the tension rise, knowing she was close.

"Oh, yeah, Harry. That's it. Don't stop. Almost… Almost there. Oh. Oh, shit," Ginny said, the moment hitting her nearly by surprise, her body feeling hot with pleasure.

High pitched moans escaped from her mouth as her muscles contracted in pleasure, Harry still sucking on her clit, nearly sending her over the edge again.

"Ohh. Fuck, that's good," Ginny moaned, then jerked with another orgasmic shock.

Once she could feel her limbs again she lifted off, letting him breath more comfortably.

"Harry… the things you do with your mouth. Did you suck Neville off that good?" Ginny asked, feeling more brave with her head still in a post-orgasmic rush.

Harry's green eyes were wide with surprise.

"You'd have to ask him," Harry said, sheepishly.

"Hmm. Maybe I will," Ginny said, not wanting to force Harry to share the details but wishing he would.

Ginny slid down his body until their faces were aligned and she kissed him deeply, enjoying the taste of herself on his lips and tongue.

"I'd guess you're pretty ready for some relief, aren't you, love?" Ginny asked, smiling down at him.

"That's… putting it mildly," Harry said.

"Aww. C'mon, then. Get your kit off," Ginny said, rolling off him, the kitchen tiles feeling cold on her bum.

Harry disrobed swiftly, looking intense as his robes dropped to the floor. Ginny bit her lip as she let her eyes wander up his body. She stood up, continuing to look him up and down, wanting him to know how gorgeous she thought he was.

Ginny wandered behind him, tracing the shape of his arse with a finger. She lightly patted each cheek and he loudly chuckled.

"You really do like my arse, don't you?" Harry asked.

"Bloody right, I do," Ginny said then came around to his front.

Harry twitched his cock and Ginny placed a hand on it, feeling the intensity of the heat and the softness of his foreskin. Her hand curved around the shaft and cupped his bollocks.

"Gentle, Gin. They're… a bit sore, if I'm being honest," Harry said and Ginny made a sympathetic sound.

Ginny placed her hand back on his cock, sliding it up and down, watching his foreskin glide.

"When was the last time you came?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know. I've been so busy with work. Maybe a week," Harry said.

Ginny slid her hand up to the head and lightly squeezed, frowning up at Harry.

"Damn. I don't like going more than a day or two with an orgasm. It's just so good to… let pressure off. You know what I mean?" Ginny asked, slowly stroking up and down his thick shaft.

"Y-yeah," Harry said, as her hand slid over the head.

"Well, I got to come how I wanted. How do you want to come? It's my treat. How do you want me?" Ginny asked.

"I like when you're on top. I just like… you being in control. I like when you get off on me. I like feeling you come when I'm inside you," Harry said.

"Hmmm," Ginny replied then giggled, squeezing the head again, liking it when Harry squirmed.

"Your pleasure turns me on. I wasn't even thinking about sex when I came in but… seeing how bad you wanted it turned me on. Seeing you come… really makes me come hard," Harry said.

"Damn, Harry," Ginny said, leaned up to kiss him, feeling his hot erection press up against her stomach.

Harry's hands gripped the small of her back and she felt her own aching rising once more. She pulled away and held Harry's hand, leading him out of the kitchen. As they went through the doorway into the living room.

"I want to fuck you on the sofa. Don't hit your head this time," Ginny suggested.

Harry went over and laid back on the sofa, putting a couple of cushions behind his head. Ginny didn't know why she wanted to fuck on the sofa. The bedroom wasn't far. But they'd never done it on a sofa before. Harry had a nice sofa. It had plenty of space for this. Ginny grabbed her wand off the end table and said, "Accio lube."

The lubricating potion flew from the bedroom and into her hands. She was pretty wet but as thick as Harry was a bit of lube always helped. She reached into the jar and scooped up some of the fluid. She then spread it all over Harry's cock.

"Mmm," Harry moaned as her hand slicked him up.

She then placed a foot on the edge of the sofa and spread some of the fluid all over her hot flesh.

"You've been taking your birth control potion, haven't you?" Harry asked.

"Of course. Don't be silly," Ginny said.

Harry looked relieved and she set the lube aside then climbed over him, there being plenty of room for her legs to rest beside him as she straddled his groin. She lifted up, reaching under to grip his cock and guide to her hole.

"Are you gonna come the moment I get you in?" Ginny asked.

"No. I don't think so. I hope not," Harry said.

Ginny pressed the head of his cock against her sopping wet entrance, his mouth falling open as she pressed the tip inside. With the lubricating potion she could slide right down but she would be pretty sore later if she did. When they'd first started having sex Ginny had considered his girth a challenge. Until they'd discovered the lubricating potion getting Harry inside was a lengthy process.

Thankfully, his length was perfect, not possessing so much as a centimeter more or less than he needed to reach her full depth.

Ginny slowly slid the head inside and began the process of easing herself down, touching her clit for extra stimulation. Once she was finally flat against him, she began to rock her pelvis, letting him slide nearly all the way out before plunging down again, loving the way it felt to go from empty to full each time.

Gracefully, she stroked her clit in a circular motion with two fingers, confident it wouldn't take long to get herself off again, not with the way Harry looked at that moment, his beautiful face alive with excitement.

"Does it feel good?" Ginny asked, slowly increasing her speed.

"Yeah," Harry said.

"You always fill me up so nicely," Ginny said, knowing full well Harry didn't care much about the size of his cock, but knowing that anything that let him know her pleasure would turn him on.

Harry placed his hands on her waist, letting them follow the rocking of her pelvis. Ginny couldn't deny that she liked having the stronger position. She liked fucking him. It had a strength to it.

Harry threw his head back in ecstasy and Ginny sped up the stroking of her clit.

"Merlin, you're so sexy, Harry," Ginny said.

"So are you," Harry said, looking up at her.

Ginny rocked harder and Harry grit his teeth. She lifted it up, holding still for a moment.

"Did you?" Ginny asked.

"No. Keep going," Harry said and Ginny started back up.

It took a moment to build herself back up again but she didn't want to make Harry come before he was ready.

"I'm almost there, Harry. I'm gonna come. Do you wanna watch me come?" Ginny said.

"Yes. Please," Harry urged.

Ginny's fingers flicked madly over her clit and she squeezed down on his cock as her orgasm hit.

"Fuck!" Harry groaned, thrusting up as she felt him pulsing hard inside of her.

His face twisted in pleasure, gasping hard as Ginny clamped down on his cock. She kept stroking her clit, focusing on his face and quickly sent herself over the edge again.

"Merlin, I love orgasms, Harry," Ginny wistfully moaned before they both laughed.

Ginny fell on top of him, her body feeling hot, tired and sweaty, despite the euphoria.

"I miss you, Ginny," Harry said sadly after a moment.

"I miss you too," Ginny said, turning and smiling at him with a kiss to his nose.

"Not just the shagging. Everything. I'm drowning in paperwork," Harry said.

"And Quidditch season still has weeks to go," she frowned.

"I know," Harry said with disappointment.

"Do you suppose the time away makes us fall more in love? I know when you were gone before… both times you were gone. It was so hard but when you returned… It was like my heart could burst with all the love I'd saved up for you," Ginny said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Yeah, I think so. But that's not the problem. I'm not worried we'll fall out of love," Harry said.

"Then what are you worried about?" Ginny said.

"I'm worried I won't have the strength to keep being without you," Harry said, wiping at his eyes.

Ginny cracked a smile as tears fell from her eyes.

"The boy who lived defeated by his own heart," Ginny said, and gave him a soft kiss.

"Let's promise to find some time. There's so much I want to do with you. We've spent an entire relationship preoccupied with school or war or work or Quidditch. We should find some time for ourselves," Harry declared.

"You'll find no argument from me, Harry Potter," Ginny said and kissed him again.