A/N: My apologies for the delay. I don't know why but I really stressed over this chapter. I think I wrote like 5 different versions of it. After all, this is Harry Ginny's first real date. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think. =)
Harry was standing by the stairs on the ground floor. It was ridiculous for him to be nervous, but he was. Harry looked at the clock again. Still 6:01. Harry let out a puff of air and shoved his hands into his pockets. Mr. Weasley let out a chuckle and Harry turned to face him.
"Is this amusing?"
"Oh Arthur. Leave him alone. I think it's sweet, Harry taking Ginny on a first real date."
Harry felt a blush creeping up on him. 17 is considered an adult in the wizarding world. But apparently, even after everything he went through, he was still able to feel like a child playing dress up.
"Well we've only been back together for a month, but seeing as how we dated for a few months before and we've known each other for almost 8 years... I figured it was time I took her out on a real date. Hogsmede is great and all, but we're adults now.
Harry could visibly see Mrs. Weasley's face whitening with each thing he said. After he had finished talking, she gave him a weak smile and went back to her cooking. Harry gave Mr. Weasley a questioning look and Mr. Weasley let out another chuckle. Just then the stair creaked and Harry turned towards the noise. Ginny was coming down the stairs in a flowy calf length dress. It was strapless but she had a sweater folded over her arms. Her hair was pulled half up, letting a couple strand fall down and frame her face. She had also put on just a touch of make up. The effect was stunning. Harry closed his mouth and remembered how to move his legs. By the time she hit the bottom step, Harry was there offering his arm. She smiled warmly at him and took it.
"You look... incredible."
"You don't look to shabby yourself."
Harry smiled at her comment as he leaned over to give her a kiss. Before their lips could meet there was a clearing of two throats behind them. Ginny rolled her eyes and then lead Harry over to her parents.
"You look splendid Ginny. The two of you make a very dashing couple."
"Don't be home any later than 10."
"Yes seriously. That is 4 hours away from here and by yourselves. I don't need to remind you what kind of mischief two young love birds can get into alone and at that time of night. Not to mention the fact that Harry is the most recognizable person in the wizarding community. If word that the two of you are out and about alone, very bad things could happen. The war may be over, but there are still battles ahead."
Harry nodded with understanding. Evidently Mr. Weasley, just like Harry, didn't sleep well knowing that there were still Death Eaters on the loose.
"We will be back by 10."
"What?" Ginny asked Harry.
"Gin, your Dad is right. There is a chance of danger so we shouldn't stay out too late."
She had her eyebrows raised but she didn't say anything further. Harry turned back to Molly and Arthur. "Okay. So we will be back by 10. Enjoy your evening with the house to yourself." Harry started to leave with Ginny but Mrs. Weasley called out to him.
"Wait." They faced her again and she held up a camera. "I would really like a picture."
Ginny groaned. "Come on Mum. Seriously?"
Harry laughed and tucked ginny against his side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they both smiled at the camera. She snapped the picture and Harry pressed his lips to her forehead. He felt Ginny squeeze him tighter and he smiled into her hair. The camera snapped again, signaling that it was no longer capturing them, but it was a full moment before either of them moved.
"You may find me doing this agitating, but one day you will thank me Ginny. One day you will be glad that I took so many pictures. And one day you will do the same with your children."
"Thanks Mum. We will see you when we're back."
And before they could be stopped again, the two of them headed out into the back yard. They walked hand in hand to the apparition point in silence. Once there, Harry smiled brightly at her. "You better hold on tight. You won't enjoy the date very much if you are splinched."
Ginny rolled her eyes at him but pulled herself tightly against his body. Harry ran his right hand down her spine and rested his chin on top of her head. With a small pop the Burrow disappeared and Diagon Alley came into view. Ginny relaxed her hold and Harry looked down.
"You okay? Anything splinched?"
Ginny laughed at him. "No. Are you really that bad at disapperating? Or are you just that protective of me?"
"Oh I'm horrible at disapperating. The only reason why I passed my exam is because I'm Harry Potter." Harry tried to say his name with the most arrogance he could muster. He even lifted his head up to try to give off a more conceited air. In a quick instant Harry felt the back of Ginny's hand against his stomach. It was a playful punch and Harry couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.
"Come on Gin. You know it's because I'm protective of you. You're my girlfriend. Now let's go before we start attracting crowds."
Harry interlaced his fingers with her and pulled her close against him. She wrapped her free arm around him and they started making their way through Diagon Alley. It looked like a different world at night. The shops had closed and the street vendors had gone home. In their place, a few pubs and restaurants were open. The crowds were thinner from the day, but the people out and about are a younger, more rowdy crowd. Harry recognized a few faces of older students at Hogwarts. There was a loud laugh from one of pubs with an outside patio.
"Well if it isn't the famous Harry Potter. And is that my baby sister you have your paws on? What in the bloody hell are the two of you doing out here at this time of night?"
Harry and Ginny headed over to the patio. George was sitting at a table with Angelina, Lee Jordan, and a few other friends of theirs.
"Hello George, Angelina, Lee." The other two waved at Harry and he focused his attentions back to George, who was still waiting for a response.
"I'm taking your sister on a date. That is, if it's okay with you."
"You know. I do believe I sense a bit of sarcasm in that last statement. But..." George leaned back in his chair, spilling some of his drink onto the floor in the process. "I'm going to over look that. You are more than allowed to take my baby sister on a date. That is... if it's okay with Gin bug."
Harry looked down at Ginny. Amusement was smeared across her face and she rolled her eyes.
"Yes George. It's fine."
George lurched forward suddenly, spilling his drink even further. "Well then I guess you two are free to go about your way." He then put his mug to his mouth and lifted it up until it was completely upside down. After a moment he pulled it away and looked down into it, his brow furrowed and eyes squinted. Almost as if he didn't understand how it could be empty. "When did that happen?" He looked up at the two of them and smiled. "Guess it's time to go get more. Good night and farewell to you lot. Hope your evening is filled with misbehavior and dark quiet corners." George then looked over at Harry and winked. "Well... lets hope for your sake... not that quiet." And with that last statement he got to his feet. He swayed for a moment and then headed back into the pub, stumbling a bit over his feet as he headed a bit to the right of the doorway. Harry let out a low whistle and faced Angelina.
"It's not even 6:30."
"I know." She responded. "We closed at 6:00."
"You don't sound surprised." Said Ginny.
Angelina sighed and leaned closer to the two of them. "Everyone fights their own demons in different ways. This is how George fights them."
"You mean he does this fairly often?" Ginny asked, worry staining her question.
"Don't fret Ginny. I'm always here. Right now, this is his escape. And one day, he is going to realize that he needs to stop. But there is nothing you, or I, can do to make him realize that. All we can do is be there for him. Support him."
Harry nodded at her statement. George had always appeared to be handling Fred's death better than the rest of the family. No one in the family understood it, or suspected that it was all just a facade. He squeezed Ginny's hand.
"Make sure he gets home safe Ang."
"I always do." She gave them a small smile. "I'm going to take him back to my place tonight. Oh and... if you could please keep this to yourselves. I know it's a lot to ask, but like I said. There is nothing anyone can do about it. It's something he is going to have to resolve himself. Alerting the family and causing everyone pain and worry isn't going to accomplish anything. It would probably make things worse."
Harry felt Ginny nod and then lightly tug Harry away from the pub. Harry gave Ang a small smile and stepped away. Between George's announcement of his presence, and the way the two of them had lingered at the edge of the pub, quite a crowd of people had presented themselves to watch what was happening. After they were out of view of the patio, Harry pulled Ginny onto the front steps of a shop. He pulled her against his chest and brushed his fingers through her hair. She let out a sigh and then looked up into his eyes.
"I had no idea."
"Neither did I. But what Angelina said is true. He is going to have to work this out himself."
"I know. But it's still... upsetting."
Harry leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Try not to worry Gin. There is nothing we can do. And besides... we have a date to continue."
Ginny's expression slowly relaxed and a small smile spread across her lips. "That's right. We do."
Harry leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Let's go then. We wouldn't want to be late now would we?"
10 minutes later they were stopped in front of Le Palais. Ginny was staring into the restaurant, mouth half open.
"You have got to be joking."
"No. I'm not. We have a reservation at 6:45."
"How on earth..."
"Percy gave me the idea. I know it's hard to get into but I stopped by on Wednesday and said I wanted a private table for two. They were very accommodating."
Ginny let out a bit of laughter. "I imagine they were. After all... you are Harry Potter."
He rolled his eyes, but squeezed her tighter. "Come on. Let's go inside."
The two of them walked into the ornate doors and the lavish foyer of the restaurant. He led Ginny to the greeter's stand, as she was taking in her surroundings.
"Hello. I have a reservation at 6:45 for two."
"What name?" Said the woman, without even glancing up.
"Harry. Harry Potter."
Her head snapped up and a look of shock crossed her face. "Mr. Potter. Welcome to Le Palais. We are very excited to have you dinning with us tonight."
"Umm... Thank you."
She beamed at him. Harry shifted his weight and smiled as politely as he could. She was making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He glanced down at Ginny and found her watching the interaction, eyebrows raised. When he looked back at the woman, he found her looking at Ginny. Her smiled widened and Harry could see that she was forcing it.
"So the table..."
"Oh I'm so sorry. How silly of me. It is going to be right this way."
Another woman seemed to appear from the corner with two menus and led them away from the woman up front. Harry could feel people looking at him and start to whisper. The other greeter took them to a round booth in the corner. It was away from other tables and, much to Harry's relief, out of sight from the other people dinning.
"Here you are Mr. Potter. Your sever will be right with you."
Harry took Ginny's sweater and waited for her to be seated before he slid in next to her.
"I was going to go with entertaining or hilarious." Said Ginny with a small laugh.
"Maybe for you. I hate it when people do that."
"I highly doubt the men down at the pub have that kind of reaction."
"Okay... So I hate it when women do that. It truly is ridiculous. You should see the way Kingsley's secretary reacts when I show up to see him. You would think the woman's brain has stopped working."
Ginny laughed. "You know, I think I might have to pass on that one. I might find it funny tonight, but I didn't say that it doesn't irritate me."
Harry leaned over and kissed her temple. There was a small noise from the edge of their table and he turned to find a man with a white linen over his arm.
"Good evening. My name is Marquis and I will be serving you this evening. Might I start you out with a bottle of wine and an appetizer, such as our fried oysters?"
"I think we will pass on the bottle of wine. Ginny, what would you like to drink?"
"I'll have a glass of lemonade."
"That sounds good. I think I'll have the same."
"And an appetizer?"
"The fried oysters sound good." Said Ginny.
"Fried oysters it is then." Marquis disappeared and Harry turned back to Ginny. "So..."
They both let out a small laugh.
"I have no idea what we are supposed to talk about on this date." Said Ginny.
"Me either." There was a small moment of silence before Harry spoke again. "Why don't we just talk about... what we normally talk about."
Ginny smiled. "Okay. So how was your day dear?"
Harry chuckled. "Quite good actually. I woke up and had breakfast with a beautiful woman. Then we helped her mum with a few chores around the house, had lunch, went down to the creek and laid out under the trees, and then I got ready for this evening out on the town."
Ginny giggled. "A beautiful woman you say? Be careful. I might get jealous." She gave a small wink and Harry smiled. "Oh. I forgot to ask earlier, but what was up with you on Wednesday? When you came back from shopping? You looked like you just found out the Chudley Cannons won the world cup."
"Ha! Close. I ran into Dudley while I was shopping."
"What?" Ginny practically screamed.
"Here you are Monsieur Potter." Marquis set the lemonades down on the table. "Have we had time to look at the menus or do we still need more time."
"I think a little more time would be good." He smiled politely at the server and gave a curt nod. Marquis got the hint and took his leave. Once he was gone, Harry took a deep breath. "It was... nice. To see him again. I'm glad that he's okay."
"Are we talking about the same Dudley? The one that shamelessly tormented you?"
"When the order took them into their protection... Dudley and I sort of reconciled things. I'm not saying we are going to become best mates and have a chat every day, but we are on friendly terms."
"What about your Aunt and Uncle."
"Merlin no. I could go the rest of my life without ever having to think about Uncle Vernon again. My Aunt however... She is my Mum's sister, and she did take me in. I wish her well."
Ginny was watching Harry very closely. "You're not telling me something."
"It's part of the story. The story of this past year."
"So it's something that you'll tell me in time."
"Okay." She placed her hand over his. "Then I will wait."
"Thank you Ginny. Truly."
Marquis placed their fried oysters on the table and refilled their drinks. As soon as he was done, he left them alone.
"I guess we should take a look at the menu." Said Harry.
"Do you remember when you and Hagrid arrived at the Burrow by port key? Last July?"
Harry set the menu down, turning his full attention to Ginny. "How could I forget."
"As each one came back empty, I became more and more scared. I started thinking the worst. That everyone was dead. That I was never going to get to see you again. That those short, perfect, 3 months we spent together were going to be all that we would ever have." She looked down at her glass. "The moment you appeared... and I knew you were safe... it was one of the happiest moments of my life."
Harry moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Do you remember when you entered the Room of Requirement right before the final battle?"
"How could I forget. It had been 8 months since I'd last seen you."
"I truly thought my heart was going to stop beating. I had never been happier, or more upset to see you."
"You were upset?" Ginny seemed surprised.
"Of course I was! I knew that things were going to get ugly and the last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt... or worse."
Ginny tried to fight off the smile growing on her face. She pressed her lips together and cleared her throat before she looked back into his eyes.
"You know. You really need to get over this whole worry wart, over protective thing."
"I don't think that's possible. And I am not a worry wart."
Ginny's mouth felt open. "You are possibly the biggest worry wart I have ever met."
Harry started to object but she cut him off.
"My 4th year. When we were about to go to the department of mysteries. You fought me about whether or not I should go."
"My 5th year. You broke things off with me because you didn't want Voldemort to find out and come after me."
"I've already apologized for that, but you have to see the reasoning..."
"It's not just life and death situations Harry. Think back to after Fred's funeral. When I had been drinking."
Harry smiled at the memory of that night.
"You stuck by my side and watched my every move. At the smallest stumble you were right there, ready to catch me."
"Would you have rather I let you fall?"
"No." Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying... you seem to always want to protect me from everything. From major injuries, to small scrapes, and even the just the possibility of something happening."
Harry was quiet for a long moment. "I don't want to lose you."
He felt Ginny scoot closer and place a hand on either side of his face. "You're not going to." She let the words sink in before she continued. "But you can't always be with me. You are going to have to trust that I can take care of myself. Whether while you're away at Auror training, I'm at Hogwarts, or whatever else the future holds."
Harry nodded. "I'll try to stop worrying."
"Just promise me something."
"That you'll never stop caring."
For the first time in the conversation, Harry saw a flicker of worry cross her face. He knew that this was Ginny needing to be reassured. He searched her eyes, but he had no words to express what he wanted to say. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Ginny let her hands slide into his hair and Harry deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. They held the kiss for what could have been minutes, hours, possibly even days; but eventually the sound of footsteps caught his attention and he broke off the kiss. Harry turned to the approaching servers, but in his peripheral vision, he noted that Ginny watched him for a second or two longer than normal, before turning to the noise as well.
"Monsieur Potter. Here are your entrees."
Harry was instantly confused. "But we haven't ordered yet."
"They are compliments of the chef."
"Oh..." He shifted uncomfortably. Being recognized and given special privileges was never something he was going to get used to. "Well please tell them thank you."
Marquis gave a slight bow before leaving them alone to their meal. Which after two bites Harry had already decided was one of the best meals he had ever had. Both of them ate their food in a comfortable silence, enjoying the taste of the food.
"Would you like dessert?" Harry asked after they had both finished eating.
"You know... I think I would." A glint of mischief shown in her eyes, but Harry was too busy looking at the menu to notice.
"How about a slice of their double layer double fudge chocolate cake? Or their apple walnut cobbler?"
"No. I don't think I'm hungry for either of those."
"Red velvet cake then? I know it's your favorite."
Ginny slowly moved her hand up his leg, and brushed it across the fly of his pants. Stroking the appendage her hand had been searching for. Harry dropped the menu and his mouth clamped shut.
"Ginny! What are you doing?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"Getting ready for dessert." Without his permission, he started to become excited, and a bulge in his pants started to grow. She took a firmer hold on him and Harrys hands turned into fists as he set them down on the table.
He looked over to find her staring at him hungrily. The lust in her eyes was clear. Harry took a deep breath and looked out into the restaurant and caught their server's eye.
"May I have the check please?"
"No dessert then?"
Harry chocked back a groan as Ginny played with the tip of his erection.
"No. I don't believe we left any room."
"It was a pleasure to serve you tonight Mr. Potter. I look forward to seeing you again." He set the check on the table in front of him and disappeared out of view. If he had noticed anything, he had not shown any signs of it.
"Ginny will you please wait? I'm not going to be able to stand up now for quite a while."
She stroked down him again. "I'll stand in front of you."
"And where exactly are we going to go?"
"George's flat. Angelina said she was taking him back to her place, remember?"
Harry's smile slowly crept across his face. Was it possible that he and Ginny were actually going to have some time alone? He quickly fished out enough money for the bill and tip. And hurried to get up. Ginny stepped in front of him, and he hugged her to him, making sure that any evidence of his erection was hidden from view. Mercifully, the restaurant had dim lighting and no one stopped them. Once out, the two of them giggled as they swiftly made their way to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and climbed the outside stairs up into George's flat. Ginny reached under the mat, found the key, and let them in. Her lips were against his before he had even closed the door.
"Ginny. Ginny! Slow down." He managed to mutter against her lips
Her fingers slipped up inside the front of his shirt and she smiled wickedly.
"Mmm..." She shook her head. "No."
She pulled the pins out of her hair roughly, seductively shaking her head so that her long hair fell down around her face. Harry smiled and pulled her towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and possessively claimed his lips with hers. Slowly, Harry started directing her backwards towards George's couch. When her knees hit the arm she slowly sank down onto it, pulling Harry down on top of her. Harry let out a small laugh as they readjusted themselves to be comfortable, but they immediately picked up where they had left off. His fingers combed through her long red hair as he traced his tongue along her bottom lip. She let out a small growl and Harry smiled. He sat up, straddling her.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked.
Harry smiled down at her below him. Her hair was wildly resting about her head, and her face was flushed. Her eyes burned with lust, and all Harry wanted to do was take her as his own. Slowly, so there could be no mistake of what he was doing, he started unbuttoning his shirt. Ginny smiled as she watched him undo several buttons.
"Is there any particular reason why you are removing your shirt?"
"Yeah. It's in the way." And with that, he managed to undo the last button and flung the shirt off and onto the ground. She reached up and slowly ran her fingers down his chest, her eyes taking him in. When she reached his pant hem, she paused. He could tell she was considering undoing the button, but before she could decide Harry reached down. "I don't want you to do something you're not ready for."
Ginny took her focus off the bulge in his pants, and looked up at him. He could see the conflict in her eyes.
"I want to, but I'm afraid that once we start we won't stop. And I'm not ready to have sex yet."
Harry leaned forward and kissed her, gently, after a moment he sat back up. "I promise you, that we won't have sex. At the first moment that you feel uncomfortable, we will stop."
She nodded her head, but he could tell that she was still hesitant. Harry sat back on the couch and pulled her towards him. She smiled as he settled her onto of his lap. He tucked her hair back behind her ears and looked deeply into her warm chocolatey eyes. She slowly leaned forward and caught his lips with hers. The kiss was soft, but slowly beginning to pick up intensity. Harry started to become intoxicated by her scent and the way her soft, full lips meshed with his. He pulled her tighter against his bare chest and allowed his fingers to lock into her hair. Her mouth parted slightly and he lightly traced the inside of her bottom lip with his tongue. Her breathing picked up and he trailed his hands down her back. So light, he didn't even think she realized that she did it, Ginny rolled her hips into him. Harry let out a groan and firmly held onto her hips as she did it again. Ginny raked her fingers back down his chest, grinding a little bit harder each time around. Harry playfully tangled his tongue with hers and slid his hands down her legs. Once he reached the end of her dress, he slowly started back up on the inside of her dress. He felt Ginny give a small shudder, but her kissing intensified so he figured that he was doing something right. The further up her legs he reached, the warmer the area got. Harry's heart was racing. He had never wanted to touch her so bad in his life. On an impulse decision, he decided to try. He felt her tense as his fingers roamed over the warm area between her legs, but she didn't protest. Slowly he started rubbing over her knickers. She let out a small moan and Harry rubbed a little bit harder. Her head tossed back and Harry looked up at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. Her breathing was deep and every time he touched over a certain area, she gave a sound of pleasure. Harry continued to rub with one hand and lifted his other out from under her dress. He started kissing on her neck as his free hand started pulling down the bodice of her dress. Her fingers ran roughly through his hair as he managed to expose her strapless bra. Diligently he set about undoing it, but couldn't manage to unhook the bra one handed. Harry finally decided on just pushing it down like her dress.
The sight before him was one that he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. Ginny was straddling him, grinding onto his hand and erection, with her breast exposed, and still partially clothed. Harry didn't think it was possible but felt himself grow even more. His erection was starting to become painful and Ginny was completely engrossed in the pleasure he was giving her. Harry claimed her nipple with his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. She gave another moan, this one much louder than the others. He could feel the dampness through her knickers and started to pull them aside as well. Ginny's hand stopped him, and he looked up at her. She closed her eyes again as she directed his hand to start rubbing again on the outside. With her direction, he was better able to tell the spot that she wanted him to focus on. Once he found a good rhythm she removed her hand from his moved it onto his erection. She lightly grabbed onto him and he let out a growl of pleasure.
"Harder." He managed to pant out.
She obliged and started moving her hand up and down his length. Harry used his free hand to massage the breast that his mouth currently wasn't working on, and his other hand continued to rub against the nub that Ginny had directed him to.
Suddenly Harry became distinctly aware of the sound of a key in the door. Harry immediately stopped what he was doing and started to pulling Ginny's bra back up. She must have heard it too, because she started reaching for his shirt, making it more difficult for Harry. She tossed his shirt at him and started fixing her own state, while Harry quickly pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up. Ginny adjusted her position on him, just as the door opened.
"That's quite funny. I don't remember leaving the door unloc... Gin bug! Harry! What in hell are you two doing here?" Asked George. He had an arm around Angelina's waist and was smiling brightly at the two of them.
"We uh... well after supper we didn't have anywhere else to go, so we decided to come here and chat for a bit."
"Oh. Okay." George exaggerated a wink as he stumbled forward. "Angelina and I chat for a bit all the time."
"Oh bloody hell Gorge. Shut it." Said an exasperated Angelina.
"What? Now I can't tease my baby sister about shagging Harry Potter? Is there anything I can do?"
"We weren't shagging." Blurted Harry.
"Sod off Harry. I don't give a flying fuck what the two of you do. I have bigger things to worry about."
"Yeah like whether or not you're going to make it to the loo before you become sick?" Asked Angelina.
"Ding ding ding." George twirled his finger around like he was ringing a bell. "Isn't she smart? Don't have a smart girlfriend?" He leaned over to give her a kiss and Angelina pulled away.
"Oh no you don't. Not until after you've puked and brushed your teeth." Slowly she started directing him to the loo and a few moments later Harry and Ginny heard George vomit. Ginny put a hand over her mouth and Harry closed his eyes. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get you some water." Harry turned his head to met Angelina's gaze. "I'm sorry to ruin your evening. He just had too much for me to take him back to my place."
"Is he going to be alright?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah. He just needs to get everything out of his stomach and then sleep off whatever is left in his system. He'll be passed out by 10."
"10?" They both asked as they found the clock. 9:38pm. Bloody hell where had the time gone?
"Well if you're sure that he is alright, I promised Mr. and Mrs. Weasley that we would be back by 10." Harry and Ginny got to their feet. Thankfully, the sound of George puking had gotten rid of Harry's erection completely.
"Yeah. You two go on. I hope this didn't ruin your date."
"No. It was a great first date." Ginny winked at Harry and he couldn't help but smile.
"Wow. Umm... you two better practice your lying. I know you weren't shagging because I walked in on you, but if you do that in front of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley... well lets just say they will have you both on lockdown in the house until after the two of you have married."
Harry let out a small bit of laughter. "Thanks for the advice Ang."
"Anytime. Good night."
"Goodnight." They called as she walked back down the hall towards the loo.
15 minutes later, the two of them were standing in front of Ginny's bedroom door. Having already passed the parents questions, Harry was feeling more relaxed about everything that happened.
"So thanks for taking me out tonight. I had a lot of fun."
"Me too." Harry pulled her closer into his arms. "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"
"I'd really like that." Ginny stood on her tiptoes trying to make her face even with his. Harry closed the space left and pressed his lips to hers. It was amazing how just that little bit of contact immediately sparked up his excitement again. Ginny giggled as his growing erection brushed against her stomach. She pulled away, her eyes smoldering. "Good night Harry. Sweet dreams."
Harry watched her go into her room and close the door before he headed upstairs to Ron's room. Once he was finally situated in bed, Harry allowed thoughts of what happened earlier, and where things could have gone, to help him relieve the built up excitement that Ginny had created.