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July was unbearably hot. Unusually hot. And if Ginny were at the Burrow, she would go down to the pond, dip her toes into the water, and even, after assuring that no one was near her, strip off her clothes and take a dip.

But Ginny was not at the Burrow. Instead she was holed up in her brand new bedroom at her mum’s new fiance’s manor. 

The whole thing was ridiculous. 

Arthur Weasley died in an unfortunate accident that Ginny did not want to talk about when she was 11 years old. Molly Weasley had grieved for years, until she joined a widow support group where she happened to meet her brand new fiance.

Lily Evans Potter.

Ginny hardly knew her because she was off at Hogwarts while her mum was going on dates with the tall, green-eyed, red-haired witch. And before she knew it, she received an owl from her mum that she was engaged, and they would move into the old Potter Manor instead of the Burrow during the summer. 

Don’t get it wrong, Ginny liked Lily. A lot really. She liked how she joked that this old Pureblood Manor was now owned by a bisexual, muggleborn witch. She liked how she worked so many puns into her conversations. She especially liked how Lily would make her mum smile.

What she didn’t love about Lily Potter was her barely of age son who lived in the bedroom next to hers. Who shared a bathroom with her. 

Harry. James. Potter.

Ugh. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of his name. 

Everything about him annoyed her. The way he insisted on racing her on his brand new Firebolt whenever she was taking a leisurely flight. They way he ruined her favorite Weird Sisters songs by belting them poorly in the shower. The way he stole her olives off her plate at dinner, even if she was not going to eat them in the first place. The way his bright, green eyes caught hers whenever his mum said something cheesy, yet hilarious. And the way his jaw line-

She was getting carried away, but he was infuriating.

Just to drive the point home how infuriating he is, Harry was currently ruining the Weird Sisters’ newest single, Graveyard Shift, during his way too long of a shower. 

“Will you shut up?” Ginny yelled at the wall, banging on it to emphasize her point.

Harry’s voice only got louder. “ I’m haunted by the way we kissed, stuck working the Graveyard Shift.”

“Fucking hell,” Ginny muttered under her breath. She probably would not have enough time to shower before they were supposed to meet her classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, so she cast a quick Scourgify on herself. 

“Do you not like my voice?” Someone asked. Harry leaned against her bathroom door frame, towel wrapped casually around his waist, his jet-black hair dripping beads of water down his face. 

Ginny cleared her throat, “I’m surprised the boys at Ilvermorny did not cast a permanent silencing charm on you to get you to shut up.”

“The boys at Ilvermorny didn’t have as big of a reaction to me as you do,” Harry said, smirking at her. “And I like getting a reaction out of you.” Harry shook his head, cascading water droplets all over her to emphasize his point.

“Stop-”

Her bedroom door sprung open with a thud. 

“Hey Ginny! Do you happen to have any spare perfume? I forgot to spray myself before leaving home and Ron said you might have some. Oh, hello!” Lavender Brown said all in one breath. Her eyes darted between Ginny and Harry who at least had the audacity to look somewhat embarrassed meeting someone in just a towel.

Ginny went over to her nightstand and directly handed Lavender her floral perfume, not trusting her to catch anything if she threw it at her.

“Thanks, Ginny!” Lavender said, spraying an obscene amount of perfume on herself. “Sorry for interrupting,” she said with a wink before closing the door behind her.

Ginny took a moment to stare up at the ceiling before braving to turn back to the half naked man standing in her bedroom. “Sorry about her.”

“Ron’s girlfriend, I assume?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Ginny replied. “She is not too bad if you get to know her. She has calmed down a lot since when they first started dating. Mainly because she finally realized that Ron’s best friend, Hermione, was not actually trying to sleep with her man.”

Harry carted his fingers through his wet hair, “Actually, that is why I am in here. I was hoping you could help introduce me to everyone tonight. I really only know Ron, because of the whole soon-to-be-step-brother thing, and just a few of the other guys who are in the Auror training program with us.” 

“So you want me to babysit you all night long?” Ginny asked.

Harry let out a small laugh, “I’m older than you, shouldn’t I be the one babysitting you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Go get dressed, Potter. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

In the kitchen, her mum and Lily were standing at the stove together, swaying to an old Celestina Warbeck song. The sweet sight was ruined by Ron and Lavender snogging around the corner. Ginny grabbed a dishrag off of the counter and threw it at Ron, hitting him square in the back of the head. 

“Do you two ever not do that?” Ginny asked. 

Ron ignored her, giving her the middle finger as he continued to suck on his girlfriend’s face. 

Harry bounded down the steps a few seconds later, “Ron, mate, you got to let the girl breathe.”

Ron detached himself from Lavender’s face with a gross squelch sound, “Fuck, man, not you too.”

“What can I say, Ginny is a bad influence,” Harry smiled over at her. 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. We are already late.” 

“Have fun tonight, everyone!” Lily Potter’s voice called from the kitchen. 

“And please send us a patronus if you need any help. I don’t want to have to pick anyone up from the Auror holding cell tonight,” Mum added. 

“But if you do, make sure it was because you did something funny!” Lily called back. Molly let out a shock gasp before breaking into a fit of giggles at her fiance’s joke.

Harry caught her eye and grinned. 

“Ew.” Ron said, “Let’s go before they flirt even more.”

The Leaky Cauldron was packed by the time they all arrived. The majority of Ron’s class was here and a good chunk of her class was present as well. 

“Hermione says she has a table in the back!” Lavender shouted over the music, grabbing Ron’s hand and dragging him behind her. Ginny followed closely behind, Harry kept a hand pressed into her back to not get washed away with the crowd.  

Ginny saw Luna first, although she was hard to miss, standing on top of a stool waving both hands at the four of them pushing their way through the crowd. Hermione sat next to her, hands gripping onto Luna’s legs preventing her from toppling over.

“Luna, please be careful,” Hermione begged, pulling her girlfriend carefully down. 

Luna ran around the table and crashed into Ginny, giving her a bone crushing hug. “So good to see you!” Luna shouted. She turned and immediately crushed Harry in a hug. 

“Oh, erm, Hi.” Harry stuttered.

Ginny laughed at Harry’s obvious discomfort. “This is Luna. My best friend, and Hermione’s girlfriend.”

Luna let go of Harry, she gave him a curious look before announcing, “Your head is full of nargles.” Luna turned to give Lavender and Ron their hugs.

Harry turned to Ginny, facing away from the strange blonde, “What’s a nargle?”

“Don’t ask,” Ginny replied, shaking her head at her friend’s creatures.

Hermione reached across the table to shake Harry’s hand, “I’m Hermione. Ron and Ginny have told me so much about you.”

Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, pulling her flush against his body. “All nice things from Ginny, I’m sure.” 

Ginny elbowed Harry, pulling away from his warmth and ignoring the swoop in her gut. “I don’t know what she is talking about, I do not talk about you.”

“Whatever you say,” Harry teased, rubbing the spot that Ginny’s elbow hit. 

Hermione ignored both of them and continued on, “I heard you went to Ilvermorny, tell me all about it!”

The six of them discussed their life at school, and the differences between Hogwarts and the American school. Begrudgingly, Ginny admitted to herself how well Harry fit into the group.

“Quidditch at Ilvermorny is obviously more intense because we don’t just compete against the house teams, we also compete against the other American schools in the National Championship,” Harry stated smugly, taking a long drink of his butterbeer. 

“That is not true!” Ginny cried, smacking her hand on the table, sloshing her own drink in the process. “Ilvermorny Central only has two house teams that compete against each other so automatically you have a 50% chance of making the championship! Hogwarts you at least compete against three teams. And it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it matters how much you win or lose by to claim the Quidditch cup!”

Harry set his mug down, a grin dancing across his face, “So if the points are the only thing that matters, then the seeker must be the most important player on the pitch. Right?”

Ginny threw up her hands in frustration, “We are not having this argument again. I, alone, have scored more than 150 points in a game.”

Ron downed his drink in a gulp, “Well, I am going to go to the bathroom.” He stood abruptly, shifting his pants. 

Ginny took a deep breath and counted down from ten in her brain. 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Harry’s knees nudged her under the table.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“I need to go to the bathroom too!” Lavender announced to the table, scurrying off after her boyfriend.

“Subtle!” Hermione called after her.

“Nothing was subtle about that. Did you see all of the nargles swarming around both of their heads? They almost had as many nargles floating around their heads as Harry and Ginny do,” Luna said in a sing-song voice.

“Luna!” Hermione cried, “You can’t use your mythical creatures to call out people like that!”

Luna swirled her Gillywater in her glass, “I am not calling anything out. I am just making careful observations that most witches and wizards would rather ignore,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Do they always fight like this?” Harry asked, lips inches away from her ear. 

Ginny turned in her stool so her back was faced to Hermione and Luna, her knees pressed into Harry’s. She leaned forward so she was facing Harry head on. Nose inches from his nose. “This isn’t fighting for them. It’s foreplay,” Ginny said. 

They both turned back to the couple. One of Hermione’s hands was flying throughout the air as she was explaining the unlikely ability that Nargles existed in London during the summertime, while her other hand was creeping slowly up Luna’s thigh. Luna for her part just stared dreamingly at Hermione.

“I think we should continue this debate at home, Mione,” Luna said.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink, “We probably should. See you two later. Say bye to Won-Won and Lav-Lav for us!” Hermione said, tugging Luna towards the door.

“Subtle!” Ginny called after them.

“Hey,” Harry said, knees pressed up against hers again, “Sorry for insinuating that I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

Ginny reached forward and grabbed Harry’s hand on the table, “Thank you,” she said dramatically, “because we both know I am better than you.”

She expected Harry to throw his head back and laugh at her, but he kept her gaze, eyes sparkling at her. His thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. Ginny felt cornish pixies flutter in her stomach.

“I need a drink,” She said, standing immediately, making her way to the bar.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Her brain chanted at her. He is going to be your step brother in a month! She scolded herself.

But you aren’t related. Another part of her brain said. And there are many purebloods out their who have performed worse acts of incest than crushing on a soon-to-be stepsibling. 

“You look thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?” A voice said, breaking her out of her internal battle. A man with sandy hair, brown eyes, not too much taller than her leaned ever so casually against the bar. 

Ginny smiled at the stranger, “Yes, please.” He was a distraction. A perfect distraction from jet black hair, green eyes, and a toned abdomen that looked so brilliant in just a towel. 

“I’m Jacob,” the man said, passing her a glass full of some smokey pink drink.

“Ginny.”

“Well, Ginny,” Jacob said, smiling at her, “Cheers!”

Ginny clinked her glass with Jacob’s and took a sip. Warmth of the drink flooded her senses. Her insides ignited, and when she looked back up at Jacob he was haloed in a warm glow. 

He was more than the perfect distraction. Jacob was perfect.

She slowly brought her glass to her lips again to take another sip, but it was knocked out of her hands before she got the chance.

Harry stood next to her, eyes murderous. He was not looking at her, but rather he was glaring at Jacob. 

“Hey what the fuck, man!” Jacob cried out. His voice sounded so regal. Ginny swooned at the sound. 

Harry turned back to her, “Did you drink what he gave you?” He asked, voiced terrified.

“Yes,” She said, pushing past Harry, stepping closer to Jacob and his warmth. “Jacob is so sweet, and bought me a drink. So I drank it! He is so perfect.”

Harry stepped between her and Jacob, his back pressed against her. He lowered his head to look Jacob directly in the eye, “You better fuck off right now, and if you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you ever do,” Harry said in a low voice.

Jacob got the hint and scurried off. Ginny tried to follow after him, but Harry grabbed her arm, pulling her close to his chest, “You’re coming with me.”

Ginny pulled her arm free from Harry’s grasp, “But I don’t want to!”

In one fluid motion, Harry swooped Ginny up and over his shoulder and carried her out of the bar. Her face smacked directly into his arse. 

“You. Are. An. Arse!” Ginny shouted, emphasizing each word.

“An arse that just saved yours,” Harry grunted, shifting Ginny’s weight.

"I already have six older brothers to be overprotective, I don't need another one!” Ginny shouted, kicking her legs against Harry, trying to break free. 

"Good thing I don't want you to treat me like a brother,” Harry retorted.

Ginny’s legs stilled, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” Harry replied shortly.

Ginny lifted her head so she wasn’t staring at Harry’s backside. Diagon Alley was empty at this time of night, the only lights coming from the Leaky Cauldron and the dim street lamps of Knockturn Alley. The sound of Harry’s footsteps on the cobblestone echoed through the night.  

Harry stopped, shifting Ginny so he could pull his wand out of his pocket. He tapped his wand in a pattern on the brick, unlocking the door.

“Why the fuck are we here?” Ginny asked.

“Because,” Harry grunted, carrying her through the door to Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes, “That dickhead gave you a love potion that he likely got from your brothers. Which means, your brothers also likely have the antidote.”

Ginny wriggled, trying to break free from Harry’s grasp. “He did not give me a love potion! You’re just jealous because he has perfect sandy hair and warm brown eyes and all you have is night-black hair and stupidly, bright green eyes.” 

Suddenly, her world turned upside down as Harry threw her off his shoulder and onto the ground. 

“Stay.” 

Harry turned his back to her, heading over to the WonderWitch area of the store, searching for the love potion antidote that she did not need. Slowly, she got to her feet, planning to make a break for it back to Jacob. Her world came crashing back down as she landed face first on the filthy floor.

Her brothers really should mop.

Rope bound tightly around her ankles preventing her from running. She used her arms to pull herself up. Maybe she could hop to Jacob. Rope flew across the room, binding her hands together too. 

“Let me go!” Ginny shouted at Harry.

“Only after you drink this,” Harry replied, a tiny vial of liquid in his hands. Lover’s Antidote written in cursive font on the front. 

Ginny tightly closed her lips, shaking her head no. 

“Ginny, please,” Harry begged. 

She stuttered for a second, wanting to make Harry happy. Then she remembered that he wanted her to stop trying to go after Jacob and she did not like that. With her bound hands, she tried pushing herself up, but Harry was quicker than she was. He wrestled her down, straddled her hips, keeping her pressed to the ground.

“Open,” Harry said.

Ginny did, opening her mouth wide for him, tilting her chin and arching her back up. She didn’t understand why in this position, with Harry’s weight pressed into her, that she would listen to him. That she would forget about what's-his-name, and her only thoughts being Harry.

With shaking hands, Harry tipped the potion down her throat, and she swallowed. Slowly, her senses cooled, and her wit returned.

“That fucker love-potioned me.”

Harry choked out a sound, halfway between a sigh of relief and laughter. “Good to have you back, Gin,” Harry said, grinning down at her. 

Ginny smiled back up at him, shifting her hips underneath him, trying to find some relief under the weight of him. She stilled when she felt something very hard, that could not possibly be his wand, because that was secured firmly in his right hand. 

Harry’s eyes widened, but he did not move off of her.

Slowly, Ginny rocked her hips up to meet him, daring him to make the next move. Either off of her and pretend this never happened or to thrust back into her. He hesitated a moment, but then Harry placed his arms balanced on either side of her, and rocked back into Ginny.

A shaky breath escaped her lips at the friction. 

“So, do you tie up all of the girls you shag?” Ginny asked, big, brown eyes batting up at him. 

Harry’s hand moved to Ginny’s tied up hands, pinning them above her head. “Only the girls that misbehave.” Harry leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Do you promise to behave, Gin?” Harry asked, thrusting into her again.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Good girl.” He twirled his wand, wordlessly untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

And then his lips crashed to hers. Hands exploring every inch of her body. His weight fully pressed on top of her now.

Her hands were shaking from holding back from him. She finally admitted to herself that she didn’t want him like a brother. She wanted him for so much more. And now she couldn’t hold back. Her hands were in his hair, and then under his shirt, and then undoing his belt. Needing every part of him.

Harry wasn’t careful with her. Leaving bruises along her jawline with his tongue. He found the hem of her shirt and yanked it off of her, uncaring if it ripped coming off. Hands immediately found the clasp of her bra, freeing her.

“Merlin, your tits are even better than I imagined,” Harry groaned, mouth licking down her sternum. 

Ginny arched herself into him as his tongue circled her nipple. “You dream about this often?” 

Harry came back up so his face was even with hers, “Every fucking day, Weasley.” 

His lips met hers once again. “I think about you when we fly together and the way your arse looks bent over the broom,” His hand grabbed her bum for emphasis.  “I think about you in the shower with me, your tits all sudsy with soap,” Harry said, kissing her breasts once again. “I think about you as I lie in my bed awake at night. Wondering how you taste,” he voiced, barely above a whisper. 

Excruciatingly slow, Harry pulled off her pants. He kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way back up before going over to the other thigh.

“Harry. Please,” Ginny moaned out.

“Anything for you,” Harry said, before diving in.

His tongue worked inside of her, hands tightly holding her hips in place. She felt warmth build as his tongue expertly worked on her clit. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ,” She chanted.

A long finger teased her entrance before plunging inside her. She needed him to finish her off, and she was so close to crossing that line. His fingers move quickly, pushing her closer to the edge, one she so desperately wants to be thrown over. He carried her up to the peak and pushed her over with one word.

“ Come .” 

Suddenly, she was free-falling, tossed right over her edge into a blissful oblivion.

Harry worked his way back up to her, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. 

“Tasted better than I imagined,” he said into her lips.

Ginny pulled him into a crushing kiss. Heat pooling in her gut again. She pulled away, and stared into his green eyes, now dark with lust. 

“I need you.”

Harry stood to pull off his pants. Ginny crawled over to him, kneeling before his length. She kissed the inside of his thigh before licking the underside of his dick. She stood, meeting Harry in a fierce kiss. 

He picked her up in a fluid motion, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He set her down on the front counter. It was cold on her arse, but she could not care because Harry was teasing her entrance with his penis. Gradually, he entered her, inch by inch, filling her up. 

“Fuck,” Harry cried out. 

Ginny agreed with her entire being. With every thrust, Ginny saw stars. A galaxy of constellations blurred her vision as she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the edge again. 

“Fuck, you fuck good,” Ginny moaned. Her heels pulled him impossibly deeper inside her. Her hands wrapped around his strong shoulders and her fingernails leaving scratches down his back. 

Harry let out a string of curses under his breath. His thrusts picked up speed, and Ginny knew that she would crash in any second. Harry’s fingers found her clit again, and with the increased pressure and deep thrust, she was gone. Exploding like a star, she came hard.

With a few more thrusts, Harry followed her cue. 

Ginny smiled up at him, “Come here,” she said, pulling Harry’s face to kiss her breathless. Harry’s lips eagerly met hers. With time, the kisses turned more lazy before they finally pulled away.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Harry said, breathless above her.

Ginny let out an uncharacteristic giggle, “You’re amazing.”

Harry let out a laugh that made Ginny’s entire insides curl with pleasure. “Here,” Harry said, offering her shirt back. 

“Just so you know,” Ginny said, pulling her shirt over her head, “I realized, I’ve been thinking about this almost every day too.”

Harry nearly tripped pulling his pants back on, “Really?”

“Really,” Ginny reassured, sliding off of the counter. 

“So what should I call you now? My fuck-buddy? My boyfriend? My brother?” Ginny teased. 

Harry cringed, “Maybe not that last one.” He spun her around so she was facing him again.

“Definitely, not the last one,” Ginny said before kissing him again.

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Light shown through the slants on the blinds directly onto Harry’s face. Blinking his eyes open, he glanced at the clock on the antique nightstand. 

7:34. 

So much for sleeping in on a Saturday. 

He turned away from the window to face the opposite side of his empty bed. 

Empty. 

Whatever.

He didn't fall asleep in an empty bed, but the other occupant could easily sneak back into her own bed next door at any time of night without waking him or the other occupants of the house. Which is probably for the best, Harry does not want to know what his mum would think seeing his step-sister in T-minus 8 hours leave his bedroom. 

Stretching his body, Harry rolled to the otherside of the bed. It wasn’t cool, but it wasn’t warm either. It also wasn’t wet, since Harry had the misfortune of sleeping in the wet spot last night. He kicked the sheets off of his naked body, letting the warm, late August air flush his body. Stretching his arms above his head, he got a whiff of himself. He needed a shower. 

Desperately. 

He bent down to pick up a discarded pair of shorts in the middle of his floor. Underneath his shorts lay a pair of Ginny Weasley’s lacy knickers. Memories of the night prior rushed to his brain as blood rushed to his penis. 

He needed a cold shower. 

Desperately.

Cool water rushed on his back as Harry stroked out the memories of Ginny on her back, legs in the air, spread out on his side of the bed last night.

“Harry, don’t drown yourself on my wedding day!” Lily Evans Potter shouted through the door.

“Fuck,” Harry cried out, muffled by the sound of the pounding water and The Weird Sisters blasting on the radio. “I’ll be out in a second!”

Harry’s forehead hit the cool shower tiles, taking a few moments to collect himself. He turned off the water and toweled himself off. 

Once he eventually made his way down to the kitchen, he met Ginny Weasley who sat at the dining table, one leg tucked under her arse, the other dangling off the chair, her foot barely brushing the ground. Merlin, she was short as fuck. She looked up at him, her warm brown eyes met his, a smile grazed her pink, soft lips. 

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Ginny quipped, “Do you oversleep on all important days, or just the days our mums are getting married?”

Harry rolled his eyes, not going to rise to her bait, and took the seat across from her. 

“What other bad sleeping manners do you have, Harry? Do you steal all the covers? I bet you snore, you look like the type of guy who snores,” Ginny said, swirling her spoon in her bowl of cereal. 

Harry glared at her, both of them well aware that she was the one who steals the covers. He couldn’t retort out loud however, because his mum joined them at the table.

Lily took a slow sip out of her cup of tea, “Ginny, Molly went to the Burrow around midnight last night. She panicked and decided she could not see the bride,” Lily gestured to herself, “before she walks down the aisle.” 

“I was going to head over after I showered. Help with the final touches and fix whatever Fred and George broke last night setting up the Marquee,” Ginny said. 

“Let me know which one created the most damage. I made a bet with Bill that it would be George, but he was adamant that it would be Fred. And I don’t want to have to explain to my wife how we lost 30 galleons on our wedding day,” Lily said. 

Ginny threw her head back in laughter, “I can cause more damage and make it look like George did it for you. I am really good at sneaking around and getting other people in trouble.” Her eyes snuck a quick glance to meet Harry’s before turning back to her breakfast.

“I knew you were my favorite child.”

“Mum! Your actual child that you birthed is sitting right here!” 

Lily stood from the table. “The actual child I birthed is not making me 30 galleons tonight and forced me to be in labor for 18 hours,” Lily said, kissing Harry on the crown of his head before heading up the stairs. 

Harry rolled his eyes, turning back to the table only to find Ginny staring at him. Her tongue swirled around the spoon in her mouth making Harry’s cheeks pink. She grinned around her spoon before tossing it back into her now empty bowl. 

“Enjoy your breakfast, Harry. I need to go shower before the wedding, that is if you left me any warm water.” Ginny stretched both arms above her head, her shirt riding up to expose cream, smooth skin. 

Harry grabbed her arm as she passed him, “Next time, if you want warm water when you shower, you need to join me.”

Ginny’s cheeks pinked this time. She turned and tripped over the first step up to their shared bathroom. 

Chuckling to himself, Harry began to eat his breakfast. He was supposed to meet Ron and the other Weasley brothers at noon to ensure that they were all actually ready by the time the wedding started five hours later. Molly left at midnight and his mum will probably leave a little after Ginny does to get ready at the Burrow, not wanting to apparate over in her wedding dress. 

Wait. Molly left at midnight.

Molly left at midnight.

Harry abruptly stood, knocking over his chair, and took the stairs two at a time. He ran into his bedroom and through the bathroom door. 

The bathroom was steamy, radio still softly playing the Weird Sisters. Harry flung back the shower curtain and was met with a very naked, very wet Ginny. Her hands massaging her hair, lathering her copper strands with soap. 

"Can I help you?" Ginny asked, not bothering to cover herself up.

"Er-" Harry's mind blanked on his original problem and focused on an entirely new one. 

"Did you spill your breakfast on yourself and need a second shower?" Ginny asked, eyes closing as she stepped under the flow of the water. 

Harry cleared his throat at the invitation. "No, I just, er, realized that your mum was awake and leaving the house at the same time we were, you know," Harry finished lamely.

"Fucking?" Ginny finished for him, opening just one eye to give him a sharp look. "Your tongue has entered my vagina and you can't say the word fuck?"

"No! Wait, yes I can say the word fuck. It's just that" Harry carted his fingers through his hair in frustration, "What if she heard us?" Harry asked quietly.

For a moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the running water hitting Ginny’s skin and the soft croons of The Weird Sisters’ lead vocalist, Myron Wagtail, on a slow ballad. Then, Ginny cut into him.

"I am an of age witch who is shagging her future step-brother in his mum’s house who just so happens to sleep at the end of the hall with my own mother, who happens to be terrifying. So of course I remembered to cast a silencing charm. Now, please…" Ginny shook her hands at him, shooing him out of the bathroom, whipping the shower curtain shut with enough force that if Harry was 2 inches closer his nose would have been cut clean off.

Harry stood in shock for a moment before dejectedly walking back to his bedroom, clicking the door shut behind him. Ginny’s voice joined Myron’s crooning in an off-key harmony only slightly muffled by the closed door. He made a comment one day after joining Ginny in one of her excruciatingly intense flying sessions that only he should sing in the shower because she was not good at it. 

Now she sings every time. 

Harry face-planted into his bed. Taking a pillow to cover his ears to drown out Ginny’s off-pitch singing. Yet, Ginny still echoed throughout his mind. 

After the first time, she had asked what were they: dating, fuck-buddies, siblings. Harry just laughed and kissed her again. He regretted that. He should have asked for clarity. Should have asked for more. Because now they shagged, but they didn’t date. 

Occasionally, he would join her out in the back field where she was running Quidditch drills in preparation for the upcoming tryout season. They would fly together, her flying laps around him, him just admiring the view. 

Somedays, he would think that she wanted something more. Like on his birthday, where she made him his own official Weasley sweater because he shouldn’t have to wait for Christmas along with a singing card that sang bad poetry about his green eyes. Or the time where she stayed up in the kitchen until 3 AM waiting for him because he was stuck doing paperwork for a mission gone bad. Or when she helped make her own birthday cake with him at midnight, licking frosting off of his fingers and then later his dick. 

Then sometimes, very rarely, they would lie in bed and talk. Harry would ignore just how perfectly she fit beside him as he told her about his life in America and, if he was feeling exceptionally brave, tell her about his dad and his best friend who died on an Auror mission together.

Ginny never talked about her dad, and Harry never asked.

Instead, she painted pictures of her times at Hogwarts. Cool, gray skies during early Quidditch practices, large pumpkins impossible to carve, magnificent feasts, and cozy nights by the Gryffindor fireplace. She talked about home. The orchid in the back of the Burrow, the smell of fresh bread her mum made every Sunday, the loud bangs that no one was sure was coming from the ghoul in the attic or from Fred and George’s room. 

When she talked, her voice was filled with passion and her eyes sparkled with joy. Harry had to ignore the tugging feeling in his chest.

Harry groaned, sitting up to stare at his reflection in his mirror. 

“Stop wallowing in self-pity, Potter. It’s pathetic,” he spoke to himself. 

Harry put on his dress robes, deciding he could head over to the Burrow early, help set up the wedding, and fix whatever Fred and George broke. At least get him out of his own head.

The Potter Manor was silent, Ginny and his mum had already gone to the Burrow during his time of self-pity. 

He grabbed a pinch of floo powder and threw it in the fireplace. His body went up in green flames as he spun, tumbling into a warm sitting room. Laughter welcomed him to the Burrow.

Ron was sprawled out on the couch, a bottle of butterbeer in his hand. “Remind me to tell Robbards that I don’t want to be your partner on stealth missions if that is how you enter a room.”

Harry brushed the soot off of his jacket. “I am very stealthy,” Harry grunted. “It’s not my fault your Ministry favors archaic modes of transportation.”

Ron laughed, “Wait till you have to take your first toilet to get somewhere.”

“You’re pulling my leg,”

Ron pulled a face that either meant You’re gullible or You’re an idiot , Harry was not quite sure. Before Harry could inquire further, a loud voice from a different room erupted, “Stop saying I broke it! I didn’t touch it!”

“George’s side of the marquee fell about half an hour ago. I’ve been hiding in here ever since,” Ron said, shaking his head. “Sounds like it might be safe to head back to the kitchen now. You need a drink,” He said, nodding his head to Harry’s empty hand.

The Weasley boys were scattered around the kitchen. Fred and George stood by the sink, clearly having a heated argument. “Notice how my side of the stupid tent stayed upright.”

“Notice how my side was perfectly fine until Ginny got here,” George retorted. “Hey Harry,” George noted before turning back to his twin.

“How’s it going mate, and leave our perfect little sister out of this!” Fred answered back.

“I think we should bring Ginny into this,” Bill added from across the room.

Both twins turned to him. “Don’t you have a very pregnant wife to tend to?” George asked. 

“Yeah, wasn’t that the reason you couldn’t help us set up the stupid tent in the first place?,” Fred added. 

Bill turned away, taking a swig of his drink.

Gathered around a full table, warm breeze trickling through an open window, sounds of laughter and joyous conversations ebbed and flowed around him. Light teasing and playful punches were exchanged between the brothers, and now he was a part of the family too. Warmth flowed through him, dulling the cool ache that he went 19 years without a large family. The curiosity if there was an alternate universe where Harry grew up in a large family. A universe where Lily Evans Potter didn't get hired as potions professor at Ilvermorny West. A universe where James Potter didn't die. 

"Oi, do you need me to zip up the rest of your dress for you?" Ron's pinched voice echoed through the kitchen.

Ginny entered the kitchen, a picture of perfection. She wore a long, dark green, silk dress, the color matching his own tie. Her collarbones jutted over the top cut of the dress, her hair tied in a knot, and a few strands framing her face. Ginny reached around her back, cupping her arse, searching for her zipper. 

"It is zipped you arse," Ginny snapped.

She turned around and Harry's mouth went dry. Smooth, pale, freckled skin was all he could focus on. Her back was fully exposed, only two, thin, crossed straps kept Ginny’s dress from slipping down any further to flash her arse. Harry wanted to trace his finger down her spine and count each individual vertebrae. 

He sat on his hand to prevent him from doing anything stupid.

"Places people!" Percy Weasley bellowed, clapping his hands to get the attention of the Wealsey crowd. "Mum walks down the aisle in 15 minutes, and I need everyone to be in their places. Charles, you are an usher. Why are you not ushering?" 

"I ushered Muriel to the seat furthest away from me and assumed my job was done," Charlie retorted, swirling his firewhiskey. 

Percy’s eyes flashed in anger, "Out! Get out and finish your job!" 

"Aye, aye, Wedding Planner, Percy." Charlie gave his younger brother a salute before leaving the kitchen.

"Wait! You can't drink while you're out there!" Percy shouted at Charlie, following him out the door.

"Is he always like this?" Harry murmured to Ron.

"No, he is usually worse."

The wedding was beautiful and intimate. Friends and family of Molly and Lily sat out in the Burrow orchid as the two women exchanged vows.

"Lily, my flower. You were my sign of hope when I was at my lowest," Molly's voice wobbled, tears in her eyes. Behind her, Harry watched Ginny wipe away the tears forming in her's. “You walked into my life and my world blossomed.” Molly continued her vows, hands holding onto Lily’s, and as she spoke, Harry understood where Ginny got her way with words from. He risked another glance at her and met her bright, blazing gaze. 

He looked away before he was blinded by her light, instead he watched his mum who was crying too. Something in Harry’s chest tightened realizing just how happy she was, and how it had been so long since he had seen her glowing like she was right then. 

"Molly," Lily smiled at her future wife, "You call me your flower, your sign of hope, but you are my gardener. You tend to me and nurture me. You know that flowers cannot grow in the dark, and you, love, are my light."

Harry looked back over at Ginny, the sun was shining on her face. Her cheeks shimmered where her tears fell. She met his gaze again, as if they were a magnet, pulling to one another. No matter how hard they tried, they kept finding each other. She gave him a radiating smile and a wink. Harry sucked in a breath trying to keep his cheeks from flushing. 

The small wizard officiating the wedding coughed, "The rings?" He asked, giving Harry a pointed look. 

"Oh, right," Harry said, patting his chest, ignoring the small titter of the crowd. "Here," Harry shoved the ring box into the wizard's hands. He had one job as Best Man and the Maid of Honor distracted him. 

Lily and Molly exchanged rings, both hands shaking with joy. The small wizard took a step back and announced, “I am now introducing Mrs and Mrs Evans-Prewett. The brides may now kiss.”

The crowd erupted with cheers of joy. His mum pulled away from Molly, laughing her heart out. Lily grabbed Molly’s hand, spinning her around, before kissing her again. Together, his parents walked down the aisle, hand in hand.

The officiant pointed at Harry and then at Ginny. 

Right.

He had to walk down the aisle with Ginny.

Harry lent out an arm. Harry wasn’t sure if his eyes were shaking, or if it was Ginny’s hand as she reached out to him, linking her arm with his. He didn’t dare look down at her, fearing what he would do in front of the crowd of people who were now his family if he did. Instead, he practically sprinted down the aisle, trying to not drag Ginny down with him. 

“Slow down,” hissed Ginny.

So he did, because even though his mind was telling him to run and get away from her and her exposed back before he did something stupid, his body wanted to be near her. Her body pressed closer to his. Her flowery scent overwhelmed him, causing blood to rush further away from his head with every step. His heartbeat quickened. The crowd was still cheering loudly, and Harry was using every Auror technique taught to him to keep his mind clear. 

He was failing miserably. 

At least he was keeping his mind far away from a future wedding where Ginny was wearing white and he was walking down the aisle with her. Because that would be absolutely ridiculous to think about as he walked arm-and-arm with the girl who was officially now his step-sister. 

“Well,” Ginny said, breaking his thoughts, “I need a drink.” She dropped his arm and picked up the hem of her dress, running away from him to the side bar. 

Harry turned away from the runaway bridesmaid, instead making way to the back of the marquee. He wished he knew what side George had put up in fear that maybe it were to come crashing down again. Harry was unsure if Ginny would sabotage her mother’s own wedding to cause the marquee enough to guarantee Lily to win a bet, but he also wouldn’t put it behind her. 

Harry found himself sharing a table with Remus and his wife that Harry was meeting for the first time.

“You can call me Tonks.”

“Isn’t that your maiden name?”

“And it is now my first name, you can change anything easily,” Tonks said, the shade of her bubblegum pink hair shifting to a nice orange hue in emphasis. 

Harry clinked his glass with her raised glass in agreement. Remus smiled at his wife, quietly shaking his head. Remus had stayed in Britain when the Potters moved to America. He visited with Sirius a few times, but when Sirius decided to stay in America with James and Lily, Remus went home alone. 

A decision that probably saved his life because now both James and Sirius were gone. 

A sad look must have crossed Harry’s face, because Remus raised his eyebrow, a silent inquiry. Harry smiled at him, hopefully reassuring his dad’s oldest friends that he was okay. 

Dinner started and finished without any issues. Harry laughed while learning all about Tonks, and introduced himself to the other witches and wizards sitting at the table with him. The marquee did not fall down on top of the guests. And most importantly, Harry only caught himself staring at Ginny across the room four different times. 

“And now witches and wizards,” Bill’s voice echoed throughout the white tent, “May I introduce the happy couple for their first dance as wives, Lily and Molly Evans-Potter!”

Lily led Molly out on to the open space, spinning her once, before pulling her close. She stood several inches above Molly, perfect height to bend forward and kiss her forehead as they swayed to the music playing from the small band in the corner. 

“You know,” Harry said, bending forward to whisper to Tonks, “I wanted them to combine their last names together and make a new last name. Mum has never said the word “no” faster to me in my life,”

Tonks laughed, “What did you want, Molly and Lily Potley?”

Harry winced, “It needed some work.”

As Lily and Molly finished their first dance, the rest of the dance floor opened. Couples poured onto the open space as the band strummed an upbeat tune that Harry vaguely recognized. Ginny swayed to the music on the opposite side of the dancefloor, but staying within Harry’s eye line. 

That is where they stayed all night. Ginny, the life of the dance floor, singing louder than the band, twirling to the music. Dancing with different partner after different partner: Luna and Hermione, Fred, Lily, Lee Jordan, even with Lavender Brown at one point. Harry stood on the sideline, trying to not be too obvious while he watched her. 

Ginny looked over, catching his eye again. Her brown eyes like the bottle of butterbeer in his hand, cool, intoxicating, inviting him in to get a taste of her.

"Hey there, little brother!" A slap on his shoulder sobered him. Ron stood next to him, a grin stretched across his freckled face. Pink lipstick was smudged on his neck that if Harry were to investigate would be the exact shade Lavender Brown was wearing tonight. "It's so nice not to be the littlest brother anymore," Ron said, taking a swig of his own butterbeer. Harry followed suit. "Obviously, Ginny was always the youngest, but you took the spot right next to her." 

Harry choked on his Butterbeer. Ron gave him another slap, this time on his back. 

Thankfully, Lavender Brown saved him from further questioning. "Won-Won, you said you would dance with me," she slurred.

"Duty calls, mate," Ron said, clinking his bottle against Harry’s. He followed after Lavender, shimmying his shoulders as he stepped on the dance floor. She threw her head back in a laugh, shimmying her shoulders in response. 

Harry skimmed the dance floor, watching happy couples cling to each other, groups of friends belt out the words to some one hit wonder that was popular when his mum was in school that the cover band was playing, but never finding who he was searching for. 

However, the scent of flowers alerted him to her presence.

“Has anyone given you a tour of the Burrow yet?” Ginny asked.

“Beyond Ron pointing me to the kitchen? No,” he responded. 

Ginny laughed, a sound that made Harry’s insides flutter, “Despite Ron’s beliefs, there is more for the Burrow to offer than the kitchen.” Ginny grabbed Harry’s arm, and pulled him away from the crowd and towards her old home. 

She gave him a quick tour, pointing out the shed where her brooms were stored, leading him through the kitchen and then living room before taking him up the stairs. They paused on the first floor landing. 

“There’s a bathroom and a few bedrooms up that way, but this is the most exciting room of the house,” Ginny said, pushing the door open leading him into a bright lit, almost empty room. There was a bed in the corner of the room, a beaten-up wooden desk that had several carvings etched into it of various words and figurines, and a stack of boxes in the corner. But besides the old Holyhead Harpies posters pinned to the walls, the room was missing Ginny’s character.

Ginny pulled him into the room, shutting the door behind them. She flicked her wand a few times before setting it on top of the desk. She didn’t look back at him, but instead walked over to the window, peering down at the crowd below. The golden flag from the marquee was level with her window. Harry walked up behind her, leaving a breadth of space between them. 

“Do you miss living here?” Harry asked. His fingers finally tracing down her spine, slowly running down each vertebrae. Lower and lower he trailed until his fingers hit the hem where that damned zipper lay. Ginny’s breath hitched as he teased the zipper, threatening to pull it down. 

“I do,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Harry stood pressed into her back, not saying anything, waiting for her cue. “I-” She cleared her throat, “I miss how warm it is, and the paddock, and the way mum’s cooking could carry throughout the house.”

She turned to look up at Harry, “Don’t get me wrong, I love Potter Manor. It’s just, it’s not,” her voice trailed off.

“Home,” Harry finished for her.

“Yeah,” she replied, voice breathless. “But, you make it better.”

Harry quirked an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ginny nodded, pressing her body impossibly closer to his. Her breasts pressed low against his chest. “Baking with me, racing brooms with me. You remind me of this warmth.”

With that, Harry pressed his mouth against her, tasting the butterbeer on her lips. His hands wrapped around her back, no longer carefully tracing her skin. Instead, his fingers dug into her skin. 

Her hands clawed in his hair, dragging him down to her. Urgent. Needy.

His fingers found the zipper and pulled down. The green dress slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. 

Nothing.

She was wearing nothing underneath that damned piece of fabric.

An animalistic noise escaped Harry’s lips looking at her. In one fluid motion, he picked her up, both hands digging into her firm arse. Lips never breaking contact.

He found the bed and threw her down. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, admiring the curves of her body, her pink lips, her taut, flat stomach, the space between her legs begging to be touched. Harry flattened himself on top of her body, pressing every inch of him into her. 

Harry trailed his mouth along the side of her jaw and down her neck, knowing exactly the spots to focus on that leave Ginny begging for more. He may not know everything about her and her past, but he knew her body and what exactly made her tick. 

Ginny worked at the buttons of his shirt. “Off,” she whined.

With one hand, Harry grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “In a moment, there is something I want to do first,” Harry whispered in her ear.

The whimper Ginny let out went straight to his cock.

His hand that wasn’t holding Ginny back, meticulously worked its way down her body, Finger swirling around a nipple, before working its way down lower and lower. He found her folds, warm and ready. He brushed her clit, eliciting another pleasant whimper from Ginny. 

He toyed with her. His mouth sucking on her pulse point while his fingers teased her entrance, not quite giving in yet. 

“Please,” Ginny begged.

She laid completely bare, wrists pinned above her head, but he was completely at her mercy. He gave in, slipping two fingers inside her. 

Ginny shuddered, a low moan escaping her lips. That sound would be the end of Harry, and he was going to see how many times he could hear it before he died. 

He curled his fingers, getting another breathless sigh to escape Ginny’s lips. She was breathtaking herself. Spread open for him. Her flowery scent, the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips, the sound of his name on her lips, all of him was overwhelmed with her. And yet, it was never enough.

He would never be enough for her.

Harry released her wrists, working his way down her body, peppering kisses on the inside of her thighs. Ginny’s hands worked his way through his hair, tugging and pulling the strands as he licked her slit. 

Merlin, she even tastes like flowers.

“Don’t stop, fuck, do not stop,” Ginny panted from above him, and Harry would be insane if he even considered ending this. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, each word increasing in pitch. 

Harry flattened his tongue against her clit as he curled his fingers one last time. Ginny threw her head back, crying out his name. 

He needed her. Fingers shaking as he not-so-nimbly unfastened each button on his shirt and pants. Ginny sat up on her elbows, hungerly watching his every move. 

“Don’t you think it would have been faster if we did this earlier when your fingers weren’t so slick?” Ginny teased, pulling on his hand once he finally discarded all of his clothing.

“It also would have been faster if I was not wearing anything underneath my robes, but I did not catch the memo that is what we were doing today.”

Ginny pushed him down on the bed, rolling on top of him. “It’s not my fault you default to prude attire.” She hovered above him, threatening to completely envelope his length, teasing him. 

Harry grabbed her hips and guided her down on him, “Don’t call me a prude.”

“Mmhhh,” Ginny sighed, rocking her hips. 

Auror techniques for a clear head immediately started flashing in his mind because he felt like he was going to explode already. But no amount of reciting Fawley’s Fifty Statues of Disarmament would distract him from the beautiful witch above him.

Ginny set the rhythm, rocking back and forth, and Harry was nearly done for. His fingers dug into her thighs as he tried to hold on as long as he could. Ginny’s pace quicked, shaking the entire bed with her movements. The old frame hit the back wall with each roll of her hips. 

“Gin, I don’t think I can hold on any longer.”

“I’m so close,” Ginny gasped. “I’m so, so, so, so close.”

Harry moved his hand from her thigh, and pressed his thumb into her clit, pushing her over the edge. 

“Fuck, Harry,” Ginny tightened around him, and Harry tumbled over the edge with her. Pure ecstasy, the only sweet oblivion that Ginny can bring him to erupted inside of him. 

Ginny collapsed on top of him, giggling. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

“How many times have you made me come today? Three?”

Harry poked the spot in between her ribs that always caused her to laugh. “It had to have been four.”

Ginny laughed, pulling away from his ticklish touch, “I’m not sure you got me off twice after midnight, I think the first time was technically yesterday.”

“Must you always be right?” 

She stuck her tongue out at him, “Duh.” Turning to the window, Ginny sighed. “I think we need to head back out there.”

Ginny slipped out from bed, stepping back into her titillating dress. “Zip me up will you?”

Harry stood behind her, fingers reaching for that damned zipper once again. Not looking at her face, he had the confidence to ask the question that had been unconsciously plaguing him.

“Is this goodbye?”

Ginny’s head snapped to face him, “No! Of course not.”

Harry looked down, ashamed he even asked. 

“Harry,” Ginny’s voice wavered. She took his hand and pulled him to the window. “I just want you to know that this,” Ginny gestured vaguely at the wedding celebration below, “That doesn’t change anything. I really like you, Harry. And obviously my feelings are not sisterly, but our parents marrying doesn’t change my feelings. I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

He carded his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’m just,” he sighed, “Unsure of what we are doing. We sneak around, crawl into each other's beds, but we can’t actually be together. And that's what I want.”

“I want that too,” Ginny said, placing her hands on his chest. “I know that what we are is unconventional to say the least, but we can figure it out together.”

“Promise,” Harry asked.

Ginny stood up on her toes and pecked Harry’s lips. “Promise. Now get dressed, I’m worried Charlie drained the entire bar out of alcohol by now, and I am thirsty.”

“Think you can handle not groping me out there if you get drunk?” Harry teased.

“I’m hoping everyone gets drunk enough that they don’t realize I’m groping you.”