Ginny started and straightened, not really sure what woke her up. Then she heard it again — voices and ... giggling. She sighed and got up, not bothering to put something over her, or rather, Harry's shirt she was sleeping in. She finger-combed her hair as she drowsily walked to the living room, yawning all the way.

She didn't know whether to laugh or be angry at the sight that greeted her. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all there, laughing like idiots, clearly drunk. They had been out celebrating Hermione's successfully passed legislation and Ginny couldn't come due to the Harpies' practice match. It seemed that she missed out a lot.

Ron spotted her first and promptly yelled, "It's not my fault!" He waved a large hand towards Harry and Hermione who were both giggling and helplessly leaning on each other. "They had one glass of Firewhiskey each. Complete ninnies, both of them! Can't bloody hold their liquor!"

Ginny shook her head as Harry and Hermione spotted her and then struggled with each other to get to her. Hermione won, pushing Harry on the couch rather violently, which just made him laugh harder, and she ran to Ginny, hugging her fiercely, nearly breaking her ribs. "Oh, Ginny! I'm so glad you're here!" Hermione said too loudly.

Ginny struggled to breathe. "This is my house, Hermione," she managed, and Hermione released her suddenly, making Ginny sway a little.

"Your house?" Hermione asked disbelievingly, looking around. "Blimey!" she yelled, making them all jump. Harry, who managed to stand up, fell down again. "You're right! Ron," Hermione turned towards her fiancé, "what are we doing here? We should be home, shagging!" she exclaimed and then gasped. "I said shagging!" She put her hand on her mouth and giggled. "And I said it again!" she squeaked.

Ginny noticed that Ron was sober enough to look vaguely embarrassed. "Yes, we heard you, Hermione," he said, groaning. "Come on, we should really get going."

"To shag?" Hermione asked hopefully and Ginny couldn't stop herself from laughing. Ron's ears turned pink, and he murmured something that must have been a confirmation, because Hermione raised her fists in the air victoriously, and exclaimed, "Good! Because I feel so rand—"

"Hermione," Ron interrupted her quickly. "Let's go!"

Hermione clapped her hands happily. "Firewhiskey is awesome!" she informed Ginny and walked to the door, much to Ron's relief.

"Have a nice shag!" Harry threw at them helpfully, and Ron's entire face turned red while Ginny burst into giggles. Hermione turned, however, and gave Harry a brilliant smile.

"Why, thank you Harry, we will!" She grabbed Ron's shirt for good measure and pulled him along. "I'm on top," she informed him, and Ron choked out something and hurriedly walked out, not looking at his sister and his brother-in-law.

After they left, Harry turned towards Ginny. "They are completely pissed," he told her.

"Mm-hmm," Ginny confirmed indulgently, moving to sit beside him, but he suddenly shot up and trapped her into a hug. His hands settled on the small of her back, and he leaned in, his green eyes shining. "So are we gonna shag?" he asked boldly, before kissing her senseless.

She grabbed his shoulders, taken aback by his forcefulness, and when he released her lips, she had to fight disorientation. "Blergh!" she informed him. "You taste like Firewhiskey."

"I only had one glass." He pouted.

"The sad thing is, I really, really believe that," she laughed at him, and he narrowed his eyes looking predatory all of a sudden. In a flash, he grabbed her thighs and threw her across his shoulder, making the world spin. She smacked his back — hard — and yelled at him.

"You idiot cave man! Put me down!" She got a smack on her behind for her yelling, and she fumed. "I'll hex your balls off, Potter, I swear!"

"That's not really an encouragement for me to put you down, is it?" he said as he reached their bed, where he did put her down, but kept his hands firmly around her to prevent her from escaping. "There, you're down. Do I get to keep my balls?" He grinned at her, and her anger subsided a little.

"I'll think about it. They are useful." She grinned back at him, somewhat flirty now that she decided he wasn't so completely drunk.

"They are here to serve you," he assured her, and gave her another blinding smile, moving his lips closer to hers. "So, can I be on top?"

Ginny smiled, a little taken with this new flirty side of Harry. "No," she said firmly, just to see him jut out his bottom lip again. He didn't disappoint, and pouted for a minute, but then he moved away and started to take off his tie.

"Fine, be that way. Then no one will be on top," he declared, and Ginny bit her lip — that statement had some hidden meaning and she wondered what he was up to. Harry fumbled with his tie, and she took a moment to look closely at him, all dressed up, looking handsome if a little rumpled, which gave him even more appeal.

Finally, he took the tie off and waved it around with an air of triumph, but Ginny could see that there was something calculated in his gaze, so when he jumped at her she was ready, and jumped backwards up on the bed with ease.

He looked put out, and she laughed at him, sticking out her tongue, swaying her hips, dancing on the bed. "Poor Harry Potter! Can't even catch his little wife. Come and get me if you dare!" she teased him happily, not caring she was acting silly, until he calmly reached into his pocket and took out his wand. Her smile faded and she glared at him. "That's cheating!"

He considered that for a moment. "I can live with that," he decided and with a wave of his wand he levitated her carefully back on the floor next to him. He stared at her for a second and then put his wand back in his pocket, taking his tie into both of his hands. "Can you please put your hands here so I can tie them up?" he asked politely.

She gave him a disbelieving look. "Er ... no?"

He sighed. "Oh, come on! I want to tie you up with this, not with some stupid binding spell. Cooperate a little," he practically whined, and she rolled her eyes at him, but stuck out her hands, not failing to kick his shin with her foot.

"You're not suppose to whine in these type of situations, you git! You lack credibility," she instructed.

He didn't say anything, just tied her hands with his tie, the feeling sending shivers of arousal through her body. He gave her a saucy smile, and looked at her seductively through his lashes, and she swooned just a little. He should get drunk more often, she thought, and then mentally slapped herself.

He looked at her, frowned, and then took out his wand again, pointing it at her hands.

"Hey! You said no binding spells!" she protested.

"This fantasy is a work in progress, bear with me," he said, and waved his wand. The tie suddenly elongated and flew to the roof of the bed, lifting her hands high.

She gasped. "It's too high, I nearly have to stand on my toes!" she complained, quickly standing on her toes to prove her point.

He leaned towards her a little and proclaimed, "I'm okay with that."

She stuck out her tongue at him and he laughed and moved away. He started to take off his clothes, and Ginny was starting to lose her patience, so she huffed at him, "If you're not going to at least dance for me then hurry up!"

He took off his shirt, the sight of that getting Ginny's interest, and smiled a little abashedly. "Maybe I would dance if I drank some more."

"There's a bottle of Firewhiskey in the kitchen," she said promptly and somewhat hopefully, but he shook his head.

"No way," he said, sitting down on a the bed beside her, looking up at her, clearly enjoying the sight of her just standing, or rather hanging there all tied up.

"Oh, hurry up, Potter!" she yelled at him, as he took off his shoes and socks, leaving himself just in his pants.

He shook his head. "You're just too bossy for a tied up girl. You lack credibility."

"I'm just kind of bored," she told him, and he stood up promptly, getting his wand again.

"Well, that I can fix." He turned to her and looked at her speculatively. Ginny swallowed, not knowing what he had in mind. He was full of ides when sober, who knew what he would come up with now that he was drunk?

"Nice shirt," he told her, pointing his wand at it and Ginny felt a warm rush of air along her thighs, and then a light touch of fabric, as it was lifted slowly, controlled by Harry's wand. He cocked his head, peaking beneath, and grinned. "Umm, no knickers. Bad Ginny!"

She huffed; trying not to let it show that Harry's slow teasing was arousing her. "As if you didn't know," she said and then gasped a little as the shirt was lifted a little faster, bunching up around her waist, exposing her to Harry's heated gaze.

She squirmed a little, and he licked his lips, moving closer to her and then, giving her a wicked smile, he dropped down on his knees.

She bit her lip and stared at him, mentally willing him to move and do something.

"So this is your plan? To stare at me until I go insane?" she complained.

"That doesn't sound that bad to me," he murmured, his voice much lower now. He did reach out for her though. Her body was eager for his touch and when he touched her leg, she gave a sigh of relief. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, touching the soft skin there. He brought his lips down on her other leg, shamelessly using his lips, teeth, tongue and slow touches to drive her completely insane. He showed no inclination of using his hands or his mouth for something more constructive.

It took too long and her legs started to shake, and her skin was getting oversensitive, tingles on her thighs becoming unbearable, and she finally pleaded, "Harry ..."

"Yes?" he prompted, the bloody git. He continued his slow movements, caressing her thighs with circular movements of his hand, his mouth nearly there.

"Do I have to beg you?" she whined. If he didn't stop that and did something more constructive, she would die!

He moved his hand higher, nearly touching her curls, and she keened, whimpering continuously.

"It wouldn't go astray," he murmured, and Oh, Merlin, who borrowed him that sultry voice?

"Please ... just a little higher," was all she managed to say. Finally, he touched her, and spread her a little, his breath ghosting over her most sensitive parts. "More," she begged.

"Hmm?" he said cheekily, giving her one fleeting lick.

"Harry!" she snapped, saying his name so it sounded more like an order than a plea. Instantly, his fingers were inside her and his tongue was right where she wanted it, moving roughly over her clit. Somehow, her leg ended up over Harry's shoulder, pulling him closer as his tongue and fingers moved in a furious rhythm. After all the slow teasing, Harry's sudden forcefulness drew her orgasm from her quickly, and she gripped Harry's tie, throwing her head back, moaning as she clenched around Harry's fingers.

She was still shaking when he moved away, and she groaned his name again, displeased — this wasn't enough, she wanted him inside of her.

He shushed her, and soothed, "In a second, love."

She looked up to see him completely naked, and her excitement peaked at the sight of him. He was soon standing beside her, his expression serious — there was no trace of the silly drunk behaviour from before.

He grabbed her thighs firmly and lifted her up easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her gaze fixed on his dark eyes. He was close enough now, so she leaned in and kissed him forcefully, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth, tasting both Harry and herself. He moaned his approval, responding eagerly, simultaneously trying to adjust his cock and enter her. It wasn't really working so she helped him, wriggling her arse and finally he was at her entrance, pushing inside, filling her slowly. Ginny gasped at the feeling, tearing her mouth away from his, gripping the tie with both hands for leverage, and throwing her head back, feeling a new strength within her that made her move, circle her hips, and impale herself more firmly.

She felt one of his hands squeezing her arse, supporting her weight, and with the other, he was caressing her breast beneath her shirt. He tried to move the shirt away but to no avail so he lowered his head to tease one of her nipples through it. His hips were moving relentlessly in time with hers, making pleasure spread through her entire being, accumulating slowly within her, clenching her body in a long wonderful spasm that held her tight and then released her with a heavenly feeling of completion.

Ginny moaned as she still shuddered and clenched, and Harry gave a harsh grunt as he filled her, gripping her painfully, and pressing her closer.

They stayed like that for a while until Ginny whimpered, and Harry started, looking at her tied up hands. "Oh, God! I'm sorry," he said apologetically, and moved away from her slowly. Her whole body started to hurt when she lost the support of his hands, but he murmured Relashio quickly enough, and she collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. He sat beside her and took her wrists in his hands, rubbing them and kissing them gently. "Are you okay?"

She was much more then okay, and she stretched languorously, careful not to pull her hands form his grip. "Just keep doing that," she instructed, and he obeyed with an indulgent smile, placing tender kisses on her wrists. Ginny sighed happily, but then she jumped at the sudden, strange beeping sound.

"It's just the telephone," Harry said soothingly, got up with difficulty, and moved to the small table at the corner of to room to answer.

"I knew that," she said irritably even though she didn't really. Hermione was the only person who used that to reach them, and that was very rare, so Ginny never got used to it.

"Yes?" She heard Harry say. "What? Hermione, are you still drunk?" Harry blushed suddenly. "What? I ... how could you forget?" he nearly squeaked. "Why can't Ron tell you ... Wait! Don't answer that. Er ... it's Relashio, yes, I'm sure. No, don't mention it. Seriously. Ever. Goodbye!" Harry hanged up quickly and jumped away from the phone. "Blimey! I'm scarred for life," he said, alarmed.

Ginny laughed. "Oh shut up, you're the one who whished them a nice shag!"

Harry grinned at her, and shook his head. "Poor Hermione, she'll be so embarrassed."

Ginny scooted a little higher on the bed, and contemplated the evening events while looking at her beautifully naked husband. "Did you really have just one glass of Firewhiskey?"

Harry rubbed the back of his head, looking a little abashed. "Um ... actually, I think Hermione finished it by accident."

Ginny giggled, giving a fake little cough, muttering lightweight.

"I'm completely sober now," Harry said with dignity, sitting on the bed.

Ginny promptly straddled his lap. "The question is: are you tired?" she asked hopefully, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, and then took off her shirt for good measure.

He licked his lips and shook his head at her in wonderment. "The things you demand from me — and then you're calling me a lightweight."

"So you're prepared to defend your honour?" She grinned, pressing his shoulders, making him lie down.

He nodded solemnly. "Many times."