The first day of Easter holidays, 1999

“You really think they don’t know we’re coming?” Ron asked anxiously.

Harry cut him an exasperated look. This was the fifth time his best mate had asked this same question. Today. Harry had lost count how many times Ron had asked over the last week. “How could they possibly know?” Harry forced himself to sound patient. “We only just decided to do this six days ago.”

“You know how Hermione is,” Ron muttered, glancing around the deserted station in Hogsmeade. “It wouldn’t surprise me if she read one of my letters and figured it out. The woman is crazy brilliant—“

“I know,” Harry said wearily.

“—and she probably used some sort of… legilimency—“

“Don’t you usually have to be looking into someone’s eyes for that?” Harry asked. Despite himself, he too looked around. It was seven in the morning on the day that all the Hogwarts students were to return to their homes on the first day of Easter break. Harry and Ron, who wanted to make sure that the Easter holidays began just as quickly as they could manage, had decided to sneak onto the train and surprise their witches.Surprise was the key word; even though Harry was slightly less suspicious than Ron, some of the anxiety had rubbed off. But the station looked clear. Harry, who had grown used to the Daily Prophet reporting his every move, was relieved.

“True,” Ron conceded, drawing Harry’s attention back to the conversation.

“And besides,” Harry said, “if the Prophet isn’t here, I think we’re doing okay.”

A whistle pierced the quiet of the morning. Harry jerked at the sound, and stared off in the direction from which the Hogwarts Express would appear. His stomach leaped in excitement. Ginny was almost finished with her seventh year at Hogwarts, and Harry had started counting down the days on September first. Neither one of them had considered breaking up while Ginny attended her last year – they’d spent enough time apart – but a long distance relationship was not the best way to go about things. Not that Harry hadn’t seen her, of course. He’d seen her at Quidditch matches, Hogsmeade weekends, the Christmas holidays, and a few special occasions. In fact—

“Remember when they surprised us?” Ron said happily.

Harry remembered quite clearly. One very nice day in March, while they’d been sitting in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place eating sandwiches, green flames had kindled in the hearth. Ginny and Hermione had tumbled out, laughing. Seconds later, Ginny had been in his arms. “Yeah,” Harry said, grinning. An otherwise boring day had turned into something quite a bit more. “You should’ve seen the look on your face, mate. You looked like you’d been struck in the back of the head by a Bludger.”

“Oh, that’s how I looked, was it?” Ron smirked. “Maybe you were looking in the mirror.”

“Yeah, because I usually have a hard time telling the two of us apart,” Harry said sarcastically.

“We do look a lot alike,” Ron replied, lips twitching. “Both of us are spectacled, scrawny gits—“

“Hey!” Harry said. “I am not scrawny.” And because it was fun to see the look on Ron’s face, he employed his secret weapon. “Why don’t you ask your sister what she thinks?” he asked innocently. “I’m sure she’d tell you that I—“

“You win!” Ron said.

Harry chuckled, and glanced up the rail. Squinting, he could just barely make out the scarlet engine appearing slowly out of the mist. Nudging Ron, he said, “Look! It’s here!”

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in the very last carriage. Ron had his face pressed up against the window. “The students are coming,” he said. His breath fogged the glass.

Harry drummed his fingers against his leg, wishing that he could somehow speed time up. It had been almost two weeks since Ginny had surprised him at Grimmauld Place, and now that he was so close to seeing her again, it just couldn’t happen fast enough. Don’t be greedy, he told himself sternly.

In all truth, he’d seen her a lot more often than he’d expected. Last summer, he’d prepared himself to only see her at Quidditch matches, Hogsmeade weekends, and the holidays. Unprepared for how much he’d miss her, Harry had spent the month of September giving himself pep talks, and trying to take his mind off it. The second day of October, however, he’d Apparated to Hogsmeade and snuck into Hogwarts using a combination of his knowledge of the secret passages, his invisibility cloak, and the Marauder’s Map. Feeling both sheepish and elated, he’d caught Ginny after she finished dinner, and proceeded to spend the next few hours making up for the previous month.

It turned out that the Room of Requirement really did provide one with whatever one required.

“Harry. Harry!”

Fingers snapped in front of his eyes, interrupting his thoughts. “What?” Harry asked in a surly voice.

Ron ignored this. “They’re on the train!”

Harry sat up straight and pushed his glasses up his nose. “You’re sure?”

“No,” Ron said slowly. “I’m a complete, blithering idiot who can’t recognize my own girlfriend. Or my sister,” he added as an afterthought. Because Harry couldn’t think of a reply to this, he remained silent, continuing to drum a tune on his leg. Harry thought he should call the song “Wow, I Really Want to See Ginny.”

“Would you stop doing that?” Ron said, annoyed.

“No,” Harry said shortly.

“Fine,” Ron said. Within seconds, he started tapping on his seat. Harry quickly changed the title of his new song (and he was certain it would be a hit amongst loads of blokes) to “Wow, We Really Want to See Our Witches.”

With a groan, the train lurched into motion.

“Finally, damn it!” Ron beamed, slamming his hand down on the seat one more time. He reached into his pocket and extracted a small box of some of George’s fireworks.

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” Harry asked.

“That’s the sixth time you’ve asked me that,” Ron pointed out. “And it’s brilliant. trust me.”

Harry still had some doubts. “Maybe we should—“

But Ron was not to be deterred. Before Harry could even finish his sentence, the fireworks had been lit and tossed out the slightly open door of the compartment. “Ha!” Ron crowed, just as a loud bang went off. Both of them rushed to watch as a sparkly dragon appeared and then raced down the hall.

“Look at the first years!” Harry laughed, as three short kids dove for cover.

“That’ll get Hermione’s attention,” Ron said smugly.

“Yes, but will it get Ginny’s?” Harry asked. He could picture her opening her own trunk and lighting off her own batch of fireworks, just to join the revelry.

“What is going on?!”

Ron chuckled as Hermione’s irate voice thundered down the train.

“She’s going to give you detention for sure,” Harry informed him, grinning.

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll figure out some way to punish me,” Ron said smugly. “She’ll – look, here she comes!” Ron interrupted himself, nudging Harry out of the way and pressing his face against the glass. “And you don’t have to worry, mate, Ginny’s with her.”

Harry shoved him. “You’re hogging the window! I can’t see anything!”

“They’re almost here anyway, Hermione got the dragon out of the way,” Ron said, backing up swiftly and throwing himself down on the bench. Harry followed swiftly, launching himself onto the seat, just as the door of the compartment opened with enough force to rattle the windows.

“What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re – oh!”

The look on Hermione’s face was priceless. The angry, in-charge look slid right off and melted into a blank look of shock. Harry suddenly wished he’d thought to bring a camera. It wasn’t often that Ron and Harry got to pull one over her, and it was a damn shame it wouldn’t be documented.

“Hermione?” Ginny’s voice filtered through the open compartment, and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t mind her,” Harry found his voice. “She’s just trying to figure out a way to punish us, even though we aren’t students.”

“You – but –“ Hermione stuttered.

“Surprise!” Ron said cheerfully.

Hermione staggered forward; she’d been shoved, no doubt, by Ginny. Harry watched with great pleasure as his girlfriend finally appeared and threw herself at him. “You’re here! You’re here!” she shouted as he tried to catch her. Instead, they both tumbled to the floor.

“I’m here,” Harry said, right before he kissed her. She responded with such enthusiasm that Harry quite forgot that they’d landed awkwardly. What did it matter, really, that the seat was now digging into his back? His hand had cupped the back of her head, her tongue was in his mouth, sliding along his, and the sweet smell of her was filling his nostrils.

Easter holidays last for an entire week, he thought blissfully.

Eventually, they broke apart. Her forehead rested against his. “Hi,” she said quietly.

“Hi,” he replied. Unable to resist, he pressed another kiss on her lips. “Were you surprised?”

“Very,” Ginny said. Shifting in his arms, she added, “Can we get up now? I’m a little uncomfortable.”

They untangled themselves and scrambled up to the seat. Ron and Hermione were still snogging; they’d managed to stay on the bench, although Ron’s neck was bent at an awkward angle. Harry thought of clearing his throat loudly and commenting on Ron’s wandering hands, but Ginny straddled his lap and all thoughts flew out of his head.

She plucked his glasses off his face and everything went a little blurry.

“Thanks,” Harry said, running his hands up and down her thighs. She was wearing a long robe, but he could tell that she was wearing a skirt underneath it. He played with the hem of it. “Easy access?” he asked very, very quietly.

A smug smile crossed her face. “Well…” she leaned closer until her breath mingled with his, “I did know that I was going to see you at some point today.” Ginny shifted on his lap, and Harry swallowed hard when her body pressed down on his erection.

He glanced furtively at the hazy blobs that were Ron and Hermione. Even with his glasses off, he could tell that they were too involved with each other to see or care what Harry and Ginny were doing. “I missed you,” he said softly, tilting his hips upward.

“I missed you too,” she echoed. Harry leaned forward slightly and kissed her again. She sighed against his mouth. It was gentle at first; her lips teased his playfully, and her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth. Goosebumps erupted on his skin when her fingertips grazed the back of his neck and stroked his head.

“I miss being able to kiss you whenever I want,” said Harry, when they came up for air again. He trailed kisses along her jaw, working his way to the spot below her ear that he knew, from past exploration, was sensitive. “And I miss being able to sleep a whole night with you next to me.”

“Even though we’ve only done it once?” she asked. The words were teasing, but her breath caught in her throat when he licked her earlobe.

“That’s what makes me miss it even more,” Harry said honestly. That had been a wonderful night. “I can’t even explain it,” he told her, leaning back a little so he could see her bright brown eyes. “But I think I got used to you sleeping next to me. I don’t like waking up when you aren’t there.” His cheeks felt a little hot, and he knew he was turning red.

His mild embarrassment swiftly disappeared when Ginny arched against him. This time, when she kissed him it wasn’t playful at all. Harry was already aroused – his penis didn’t require much encouragement – but his body responded further when she slid her hands behind him and squeezed his bum. Not fully aware of what he was doing (and who was in the compartment with him), Harry yanked at her robe.

A button popped, but Harry didn’t care. Instead, he pushed her shirt up to her armpits and cupped her breasts with both hands.

“Yessss,” Ginny hissed, rocking against him.

Taking this as encouragement, he moved her bra out of the way, needing to feel her soft skin beneath his palms. Ginny has perfect breasts, he thought happily. Her nipples hardened as he stroked them and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft groan.

Harry glanced down. Since she was so close, he could see her almost as well as he could without his glasses. And the view made him even harder. Her breasts were pale next to his hands, and the rosy tips peeked out from between his fingers. Her robes were undone to her waist; they hung off her shoulders. Even as he watched, she worked her hands out from underneath him and undid the rest of the buttons. Her fingers were shaking, and Harry knew that when he finally touched her between her legs, she’d be damp.

“God, Ginny,” he groaned.

“Oi!”

Ron’s voice pierced through Harry’s arousal. Harry jerked his head up. “Shit, I forgot you were still here!” he said. Ginny groaned and buried her head against his neck.

“Obviously,” Hermione said breathlessly. “Ron and I are leaving. I’ve got a compartment up ahead. We’ll just—“

“He doesn’t need you to write a book about it!” Ron said urgently. “Let’s go, come on, Hermione!”

“You might want to lock the door,” Hermione said as Ron pulled her out of the compartment.

As soon as the door shut, Harry fumbled for his wand. He locked the door and – for good measure – added a charm that blanked the window. I can’t believe I forgot they were there, Harry thought dizzily. “Ginny, I’m sorry—“

“Shut up, Harry,” she said, amused, as she got up off his lap. Her robes came off, and then her shirt and bra. “Let’s see,” she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Should I take off my knickers?”

“No,” Harry growled. “I’ll do that.” He slid to the floor and onto his knees. “That’s a great view,” he said, looking up. Sliding his hands up her smooth legs, he found her knickers and tugged them down to her knees. Not even bothering to remove her skirt, he lifted himself a little and pressed his face against her.

“Now that’s a nice view,” she said shyly. “I mean, you know – that – you’re—“

Harry leaned back, grinning. “It’s okay,” he interrupted her stammers. “I like seeing you on your knees in front of me too.”

“God, Harry,” she moaned, fisting her hands in his hair and pulling him toward her. “I’ll do that later, I swear, but -- holy shit!”

Harry traced her with his tongue and sucked her clitoris into his mouth, groaning against her at the taste. His hand curled around her bum, squeezing, and holding her tightly against him. God, I’ve missed this, he thought, his trousers growing so tight that he thought they might just rip.

His other hand came up and his fingers found her center. Two of his fingers found their way up into her --God, I’m jealous -- and pumped in and out while he sucked on her clitoris. Wet sounds, along with Ginny’s moans, filled the compartment. Every second that went by seemed like an eternity; every cell in Harry’s body cried out for relief, for him to take the place of his fingers and fill her wet heat surround his penis not his fingers—

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Ginny groaned.

And suddenly Harry was pulling away, rising up onto his feet at the same time his trembling hands fumbled with his trousers. “Sorry, but I can’t – I have to – I need you,” he tried to explain.

“It’s okay, but hurry,” she pushed him back onto the bench just as Harry freed himself, shoving his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. She kicked her knickers off the rest of the way and finally -- finally -- she was straddling him again. This time there was nothing in between them.

Harry reached between their bodies and positioned himself. “You’re ready,” he grunted. It wasn’t a question; he could still taste her, and his fingers were glistening with moisture -- oh, yeah, she’s ready.

“Just do it,” she ordered.

He pushed into her with absolutely no finesse. “God,” he groaned, leaning his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. She followed him, already moving her hips in a quick, hard rhythm that meant he wasn’t going to last long at all. Her lips found his, and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth with the same intensity that he’d pushed his way into her body.

Harry held her tightly against him, moving as much as this position would allow. But there was no doubt who was in control; and she rode him fiercely, Ginny did, and his entire body was tight with the need to keep going, keep moving, keep speeding toward the goal. His hands were roaming her body without Harry consciously directing them. One moment, he was gripping her breasts, then he was guiding her hips to move faster -- faster, please go faster, fasterrrrrr -- and then he pressed his palm right on her—

“Right there, Harry, fuck, right there,” she told him. Her breath was coming out in excited little pants that were quickly escalating to screams every time she pushed down.

“Hurry, Ginny,” he ordered. Harry could feel his orgasm speeding toward him. “I’m almost – I’m almost—“

But he didn’t have to worry. Ginny’s hips jerked against him, and he felt her tighten around his penis. A loud groan was forced from him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, thrusting upward. His head banged against the wall as he came; the pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful, and all Harry could do was hold her tight and let it pass. Her body was trembling as he pressed kisses against her neck, her cheeks, and finally her mouth.

They stayed like that for long time, their bodies still joined together. Ginny collapsed against him, burying her head against his shoulder. Gradually, Harry’s breathing evened out, and his mind was once more able to form coherent thoughts.

“That was incredible,” he said, stroking her back.

“Mm hmm,” she mumbled.

“I think it was the best,” Harry said thoughtfully.

“Mm hmm,” she mumbled again.

The fact that Ginny obviously wasn’t feeling very talkative did not deter Harry. “I hope we keep getting better,” he told her. “Although… eventually it might actually kill me.”

“Me too,” she yawned.

“We should do this on the train more often, I think it helped with the movement,” Harry said. They could probably manage at least one more time, right? Maybe they could even sneak on the train next year, too. Although it didn’t necessarily have to be the train. “I think we should go hunt down your dad’s Ford Anglia, and do it in there, too.”

Ginny sighed. “And I think we should take a nap.”

Harry grinned a little. “Okay, we can do that,” he said.

“I love you,” she said sleepily, cuddling closer.

“I love you too,” Harry said.

Harry leaned his head back – carefully this time – and closed his eyes. A nap sounded perfect right about now. His limbs were almost completely relaxed, Ginny was drifting off to sleep, and they had hours to go before they reached London. Perhaps they’d even have time to have sex again… maybe even twice more.

A thought struck him.

“Ginny?”

“Yeah?”

“You were serious about the blow job promise, weren’t you?”