Harry.

Harry . . . .

"Guh way."

Harry, wake up.

Something was interrupting the middle of a very good dream. It was hissing in his ear. He swatted it away. Ginny had been about to take off her knickers . . . where did she go?

Harry!

The hissing was louder and now it poked him on the shoulder. He rolled over, pulling the pillow on top of his head.

"Nonow," he mumbled. "Ginny's knickers."

"What about my knickers?" The hissing had turned into a voice, and now it sounded rather amused.

"Takin' em off," Harry said sleepily. The cobwebs were clearing – very slowly – from his brain. He rolled back over and cautiously lifted the pillow off his face.

Without his glasses on, the figure standing over his bed was blurry, but the flash of deep red gave her away. "Aren't you s'posed to be . . . Tutshill?" He was pretty sure that was where Ginny had been all week. "I'm coming there later."

"I know, but I want you coming now." Ginny ran one finger lightly across the bit of flesh between the bottom of Harry's t-shirt and the waistband of his pajamas.

Harry was waking up rapidly. He shivered and pushed himself into a sitting position and grabbed his glasses.

Ginny was standing over him with a self-satisfied expression on her face. She was wearing . . . Merlin . . . one of his t-shirts and a pair of knickers that had little Quaffles flying all over them. Harry really loved those knickers.

"Does Gwenog know . . .?" he began. "Actually, I don't want to know." He reached out to Ginny. "Come here."

Ginny smirked. "Oh, I didn't Apparate all the way here from Tutshill to have sex in your bed," she said in an amused voice. "On your Birthday," she added pointedly.

Harry looked at the clock. 12:08 in the morning. He was twenty-one years old and his girlfriend was standing in his room, barely dressed, proposing that they have sex somewhere not in his bed. Harry was suddenly wide awake. He jumped up.

"Just need to, umm, pee," he said quickly. "And maybe brush my teeth." He moved quickly towards his bathroom. "Can you grab me some trousers?" he called over his shoulder.

"Pajama bottoms are fine," said Ginny, just before he shut the door. "You can wear a robe over them if you must."

Harry brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face in record time. When he got back to his bedroom Ginny was looking at her watch and holding a Snitch. "Here, come hold it with me," she said. "We still have a couple of minutes."

"A Portkey? Ginny, how in the name of Gryffindor's gamey gonads did you manage to get a Portkey? Where are we going?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Gryffindor's gamey gonads?" she said lightly. "That's one I've not heard before. And, as for the Portkey, let's just say that being Harry Potter has its advantages sometimes." She reached up and gave him a teasing kiss on his cheek. "And it's a good thing your boss appreciates all the hard work you have been doing lately," she whispered in his ear.

Harry choked. "Kingsley helped set this up? What did you . . . no. Forget it. I definitely do not want to know."

"Good idea," said Ginny, nodding. "I think the birthday boy should just go along for the ride and enjoy himself."

"He's definitely going to enjoy himself," Harry mumbled against Ginny's shoulder. Curiosity, excitement, and the fact that Ginny was pressing an awful lot of bare skin against him was causing him to tingle all over. He reached out and put his finger next to hers on the Snitch. Less than a minute later it glowed brightly and he felt the familiar jerking hook just behind his navel.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHP

They arrived minutes later and Harry looked around with some confusion at first. "The Ministry?" he asked. "We've had sex here before, you know. My office, the break room . . ."

"Kingsley's desk," said Ginny, nodding. "I know. But never in the middle of the night, and never, exactly, where we are going now. At least, you haven't. I want to change that." She was tugging on his arm and Harry followed along happily. The birthday boy shouldn't ask questions. But when she led him towards a familiar set of stairs down into the lower reaches of the building, he stopped.

"Ginny," he said quietly. "Are you sure?"

Ginny nodded resolutely. "Only bad things have ever happened there," she said. "I . . . I want to change that." She looked suddenly unsure. "Is that okay? I thought . . . I thought that it would be . . . we can go somewhere else," she said quickly.

"I think it's brilliant," Harry breathed. "D'you know how often I'm down here for work, and all I can think of is . . . the last time? How we were fighting? And that we weren't . . . you know? I'd love to have a different memory of this place," he said fervently.

Ginny let out a sigh of relief. "Okay then," she said. She smiled, and pointed her wand at the lock on the door to Courtroom Ten. "Alohamora," she said quietly, and the door unlocked and swung open.

Harry had been telling the truth. As often as he was in the cavernous chamber for work, he had never quite been able to banish the memory of the fight they had had there, just before they realized they were both being total prats. Ginny had almost been blown up, Harry had had a roof collapse on top of him, and they had revealed far too much of their sexual history to a number of Ginny's brothers that night. Being able to replace all of that with a better vision would be ideal in any situation. Being able to have that vision be one of him having sex with the woman he was in love with was bloody fantastic. Especially since he was going to experience the vision in real life right now.

Ginny flicked her wand at the wall and a few of the torches lit, bathing the room in a soft glow that was equal parts romantic and eerie. She took Harry's hand and led him to the center of the room, to the chair.

She took a deep breath. "Sit down," she said, her voice trembling the tiniest bit. "Please." Despite her bravado when she had surprised him in his bedroom, Harry could tell she was still nervous about her choice of location. He gathered her in his arms.

"Can I have a birthday kiss, first?" he asked, smiling. "Then I promise, you get to be completely in charge."

Ginny visibly relaxed. "Oh, you are not going to regret letting me be in charge," she said suggestively. "But I think a birthday kiss is a good way to get started."

Harry always loved kissing Ginny, but this time, what he had intended as a gentle kiss to calm her nerves heated up right away. He put one arm around her back and his other hand on the back of her head, trying to bring her as close to him as possible. His body felt electric and his arousal was growing. He knew Ginny could feel it because she moaned a little against his mouth and ground herself into him. But a second later, she pushed away, panting.

"Oh no you don't," she said. "This may be your birthday, but I'm in charge here." She gave him a gentle push on his chest and Harry backed up a couple of steps until he was forced to sit down. The chains on either side of the chair rattled a bit, but did not move, and Ginny frowned at them.

"Hmm," she said. "How do they . . .? Wait. I got it. Point your wand at me," she commanded suddenly.

"Uhh, what? It's umm, it's not quite ready yet," said Harry. "If you give me a minute or two . . ."

Ginny snorted. "No Harry," she said patiently. "Your magic wand. I think the chains won't work unless they think you are a threat."

"Oh," said Harry, flushing. "Right." He pointed his wand at Ginny. "You had better get naked as soon as possible or I'm not responsible for my actions!' he said in the most menacing voice he could muster.

Ginny bit the inside of her lip and jumped back in mock horror. It must have been enough, because the chains snaked up the sides of the chair and wrapped themselves around Harry's arms.

"That's better," she said with satisfaction. She pointed her wand at him and muttered a spell. Harry's lower half suddenly felt much cooler and he realized she had banished his pajama bottoms.

"Whoa," he said in surprise. "You aren't fooling around, are you?" His excitement was beginning to grow, and his penis was following suit.

"Huh uhh," Ginny mumbled. Harry looked up at her. She was watching intently as his erection grew. Even before he was fully hard, he could see her breathing quicken and her tongue darted out across her lips. "Wow," she said quietly. "That's. . . that's . . . just wow."

Harry smirked. "That is what a bloke likes to hear," he said. He was going to say more, but then Ginny moved her hand down to brush against her knickers and all thoughts of talking flew out of Harry's head. She continued to stand in front of him, watching him carefully, while her hand ministered to herself. First, she stroked the outside of the scrap of fabric and then, swallowing hard, she slipped her fingers inside the band of her knickers with a sigh.

The sound Harry made in response was something more than a sigh. Ginny's eyes had not left his middle and now he couldn't tear his own away from the sight of her pleasuring herself. "Oh god, Ginny, that's . . . that's . . . oh god," he groaned. He couldn't help leaning towards her, as much as the chains around his arms would allow. Ginny looked up at him and her eyes were dilated with need. She licked her lips.

"Just . . . just wanted to feel how wet I was," she said breathlessly, and Harry almost lost it right there.

"Yessss," he hissed. "Keep going. Please, keep going."

In response, Ginny pushed down her knickers and now Harry could see her fingers as they teased and stroked and then finally dipped inside. "Ahhh," she said. "Yes, right there." She closed her eyes and stroked herself more quickly, moving her fingers in and out and the swirling around her clit. "I'm . . . thinking . . . your hand, Harry," she managed.

The sound of Ginny saying his name while she masturbated in front of him was the most erotic thing Harry had ever experienced. She hadn't even touched him and he could have climaxed right there. Ginny seemed to sense this, and slowly, deliberately, she pulled her fingers out of herself and walked slowly to stand right in front of Harry.

He was so hard that his penis skimmed her belly and he lifted his hips off the chair in an attempt to get closer. He swallowed hard. "Would you . . .?" he asked, nodding his head at her fingers.

In response, Ginny leaned closer and moved her hand to Harry's mouth. He parted his lips and licked and then drew her fingers inside to suck Ginny's fluids off of them. His hips bucked again, briefly finding her center, and he heard her suck in her breath.

"I'm . . . I'm in charge. Remember?" she panted softly. She pulled her hand away from Harry's mouth and trailed her fingers down his cheek and across his jaw. He leaned into her hand and she cupped his chin gently for a moment, tilting his head back so that she reach his lips with hers.

Harry kissed her deeply, losing contact only when Ginny slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She put one hand on each of his thighs and stroked gently, watching him carefully. "Okay?" she asked quietly.

Harry swallowed again. "More'n okay," he stammered. "Please."

Ginny moved her head lower, reaching towards him so that she could kiss across his chest and down his side. Her breasts framed his penis and Harry rocked restlessly back and forth, moving his erection from one side to the other, feeling her warm skin against his.

Ginny's head dropped down to his stomach. Her hands had found his length and her fingers tickled up and down while she kissed the thatch of dark hair that led down from his navel.

It took every ounce of Harry's rapidly eroding control to keep himself seated and not force himself up and into Ginny's mouth. Let her get there, Potter. It will be worth it.

It was worth it. Ginny grasped him firmly with both hands and then moved her mouth to his tip. She pushed against him with her lips tightly closed and Harry strained to get them to open up to him. He could feel her heart beating erratically against his leg, and the fact that she was herself so out of control pushed Harry even further.

Ginny's lips parted around him and Harry groaned, his head falling against the back of the chair as she slowly took his entire length into her mouth. She moved both hands to his bum and he braced his feet on the floor as she lifted him further into her mouth, then lowered him down, and then back up.

"Holy shit," Harry breathed. He thrust harder and Ginny pushed on his bum at the same time, moving her mouth to keep him inside and swirling her tongue around and back and forth. She was making the little mewling sounds of pleasure she always did while she gave him head and she had straddled his leg and was pushing against him insistently.

Harry thrust harder and Ginny pushed his bum up and stopped, her lips locked around the base of his penis. She stayed frozen like that for a long moment, sucking in gently so that it felt to Harry as if her entire mouth was quivering. She eased up a bit and he couldn't help but thrust back into her mouth, his body craving the sensation of being totally surrounded. She pulled back again, and then moved her mouth down his length again, in time with his thrusts and Harry felt himself coming undone.

"Ginny, I'm close," he gasped, feeling the pressure building everywhere.

And then, just as he approached the brink, the warmth was suddenly gone and Ginny was climbing into his lap and lowering herself onto him so smoothly and quickly that Harry barely missed a thrust before he was back inside, and this time, there was no limit to how hard he could push himself against her.

"Want you to come inside me," gasped Ginny. She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and kissed him deeply. She leaned back just long enough to pull her shirt over her head and the chains around Harry's wrists fell away. Ginny reached down between them and tugged on the bottom of Harry's shirt, breaking the kiss while she tugged it off and then moving her mouth back to his.

Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist and nearly lifted them both out of the chair as he pushed himself into her. The noises she was making echoed throughout the room and Harry matched her with groans of his own. Harry was there, but he forced himself to hold on, just another minute, when Ginny suddenly squeezed her legs even more tightly around his waist and pushed into him with tiny pulses. Her head fell back and she cried out his name.

Harry got there less than a second later, exploding inside Ginny with an intense orgasm that took his breath away and made the torches in the room dance dizzily before his eyes. He continued to rock back and forth even after the final moments of pleasure had faded, holding Ginny gently and nuzzling her neck while he stroked his hands up and down her back.

She was sighing with contentment. Her head fell onto his shoulder and she twisted around so she could look up at him.

"Just when I think it couldn't get any better for us, it does," she said happily.

"Just when I think I couldn't possibly love you any more than I already do, you kidnap me in the middle of the night to give me the best sex of my life," Harry quipped back. "And given our history, that is really saying something."

"I think we've cleansed this room of bad omens, don't you?" she asked. Ginny sounded sleepy now and Harry was filled with a wave of tenderness for his girlfriend.

"I think that from now on, I'm going to be distracted in this room for a very different reason," Harry agreed. He gave her another soft kiss. "Does Gwenog expect you back tonight? Or can you . . .?"

Ginny softly kissed Harry back. "She told me to make sure that you had a particularly happy birthday, and that she expected you to have me back in Tutshill 'thoroughly shagged and ready to play my arse off,'" by noon tomorrow.

"Sounds good to me," said Harry. He was feeling extremely tired himself, no surprise. "I hope you know how to reactualize my pajama bottoms."

Ginny was still for a moment. "Umm," she said. "Your robe covers enough, doesn't it?"