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August
By NowImYourDaisy

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Category: Post-DH/AB
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Fluff, Romance
Warnings: Intimate Sexual Situations, Mild Language
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 19
Summary: August sipped away like a bottle of wine... Ginny Weasley finds a sweet, summer love in the month before she leaves for school her seventh year. Prequel story to Nothing Like a Holiday Spell.
Hitcount: Story Total: 7091; Chapter Total: 1336





Author's Notes:
Here we are--Ginny's seventeenth birthday. What shenanigans will ensue?




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On the morning of August 11, Ginny woke up to a quiet house. She turned in her little twin bed, unready to face the day, wondering why it was so suspiciously quiet, until she remembered what day it was. Her seventeenth birthday! She could finally use magic legally outside of school!

She sat straight up, an excited grin lighting up her face. She wanted to reach for her wand and charm something in her room just to prove she could, but she held back. She'd have her chance.

Ginny rolled out of bed and could feel her hair sticking up all over the place as it was wont to do first thing in the morning. Ah, there was something she could charm.

She grabbed her wand from the bedside table and stood in front of the mirror. "Corrigo," she muttered, making sure to picture her hair just as she wanted. Ginny's hair began to lie flat magically, and she made sure not to allow herself to get carried away.

As she made her way downstairs in her dressing robe, Ginny took note with great satisfaction that no Ministry owls were arriving. Oh, the joys of being of age, she thought. Now, no one could track her.

She grabbed a cup and poured herself some tea from the stove, taking a seat at the table and enjoying the quiet. There had been so few times in her life that everything around her had been silent.

In fact, it was suspicious just how quiet it was… Ron hadn't shut up since they'd arrived the week before, and now she couldn't hear him anywhere. Standing up to investigate, Ginny made sure to grab her tea as she poked around the cottage. No one was about. How utterly bizarre, Ginny thought. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and stepped outside, feet bare.

It was a warm day, already, so early. She saw a shape distantly on the beach and went back inside to change before she ventured that direction. Once changed, she poured yet another cup of tea and headed down to the beach.

She knew by the head of hair, even from far away, that it was Harry sitting there watching the waves.

"Good morning," Ginny told him quietly as she finished her descent down the slope. He looked up at her in surprise. "What, you didn't hear me coming?" She asked.

"No, but Happy Birthday!"

"Oh, thank you," she grinned, ruffling his hair and making it even messier.

"Do you feel any different?" Harry asked.

"Definitely–I'm ready to take on the world! One Apparition point at a time," Ginny joked. "I reckon soon I'll be asked to head a big department at the Ministry."

"Oh please, hire me!" He begged. "I promise I've got all my NEWTs."

Ginny giggled, liking the way Harry's eyes crinkled in the corners.

"I've got an idea, birthday girl," Harry said. "How about I make you breakfast?"

"You don't have to do that," said Ginny. "I don't need breakfast."

"I want to," he insisted. "I know it's your favourite meal–I can make a fry-up if you want. Or I can make pancakes. Whatever you want!"

"Well, if you insist," Ginny acquiesced.

Harry hopped up and offered his hand to her. She took it, not because she needed the help, but because she liked the way his skin felt against hers whenever they touched.

It was the same feeling of electricity and comfort that she always got from Harry. She sprang up, grinning at him. They walked back, chatting comfortably back and forth. He put on a fresh pot of tea when they entered from the kitchen and began to hunt for ingredients.

"So where is everyone else?" Ginny finally asked.

Harry paused inside the ice box, having been in search of eggs, and said something that sounded rather mumbl-y to Ginny.

"What?" She asked.

He pulled his head out, grinning, egg carton in one hand and bacon in the other and said, "They all went back to town."

"What in Merlin's name for? We were just there," she said incredulously.

"It turns out that everyone was so excited to get out of the house that they forgot that we went there yesterday for birthday supplies in the first place," Harry explained. "So, they had to go back today, and instructed me to keep you busy as I'd already gotten your gift."

That explained why she couldn't hear Ron. "So that's why you're making me breakfast," she said. "To distract me from the goings on."

"No," he disagreed. "I'm making you breakfast because I know you're hungry in the mornings. And you do love a good fry-up."

"You're right. The full-English is my favourite breakfast," she replied, watching as steam began to billow out the kettle spout. "All that sodium–yum!"

He chuckled, putting the last of the bacon on the frying pan and taking the kettle off the hob.

Ginny got up and retrieved the teapot, cosy, and tea leaves. "Is Irish Breakfast tea alright?" she asked.

He nodded from where he was cracking an egg and she placed the amount of loose tea she wanted into the teapot, pouring the boiling water into the pot to steep.

She sat it on the table and fished around in a drawer for a moment for the strainer–she could have sworn that Bill kept it here, she thought. Finally, she found it and she placed it next to the teapot on the table, watching Harry's back and bum as he worked in the kitchen.

She'd never told another soul, but Harry's back and bum had always been one of her favourite things about him–she knew a lot of people had always thought of him as scrawny, and he was still wiry, but Harry had had an amazing bum for years, and she had always taken the time to notice. Even, she hated to admit to herself, while she had been dating Michael and Dean.

Now, she watched as he moved about the kitchen, and the way his bum looked in his trousers, a strange feeling of heat building within her. She ignored it, finally looking away and trying to think of something else to think about as Harry made them breakfast.

Something about just the two of them in the kitchen, fixing breakfast and tea, made her feel free. As if something had been lifted from her eyes, Ginny for the first time understood that this could be the rest of her life–simple, quiet moments, uninterrupted by danger, or Dark Lords, or some big mystery that needed solving.

How wonderful, Ginny thought, to have so much peaceful quiet ahead of her.

Their breakfast was soon ready and the two of them ate in relative silence, enjoying each other's company. When they were done eating, and Ginny had drained the last of the tea down her throat, she told Harry, "Please, at least let me help with dishes."

He agreed, an easy-going smile on his face. She wondered if she had realized the same thing she had before they had eaten, or if maybe had felt that sense of relief as soon as he had defeated Voldemort.

She remembered the months she had spent in the castle the year before, how she hadn't just worried for her own well-being, but Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's, as well, out there in the world, trying to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord. She had often wondered how Harry managed to live the way he had all those years–constantly looking over his shoulder, wondering when danger would present itself next. Ginny had had a small taste of that feeling at Hogwarts last year, and she wasn't sure how Harry had managed to survive the constant feeling of being in danger; how could anyone deal with it as long as he had, and turn out normal?

Ginny wondered if he even had been able to stop and relish the peace he had brought them all, or if he still felt like danger would follow wherever he went. She still felt like something could happen at any moment, even though she logically understood somewhere else in her mind that the danger was through.

She shook herself out of her contemplation, as she had almost dropped a dish back into the sink. She needed to keep a better grip on the soapy dishes, she thought.

"You know," Harry told her, breaking the silence. "We could magic the dishes clean, now that you're of age."

Ginny looked over at him, into his green eyes that shone through his glasses, and the sly grin on his face. "I like doing the dishes this way," she admitted. "It helps me think."

"Is there a lot on your mind, then?" he asked.

"A bit," answered Ginny, biting her lip. "But nothing I need to talk about at the moment."

Harry nodded and Ginny realized that they were being entirely too serious. She scooped some of the bubbles out of the sink and threw them at him. Her aim was true, hitting Harry in the face. He spat some bubbles out and a giggle erupted from her.

"Why, you–!" Harry said, face frozen in shock and dismay until a large, mischievous smile overtook it. "You'll pay for that, Weasley!" He reached over to Ginny's side of the sink, scooping up a handful of bubbles and smearing them on the side of her face.

Ginny giggled harder, and Harry's own laughter followed. "You should know, Potter, that I always win." She grabbed her wand and shot bubbles at him, some of them landing in his hair and staying there for a moment, comically, before popping.

"You're in for it!"

Before Harry could do anything else, Ginny took off running from him, giggling the entire time.

He gave chase, and she turned towards him at the last moment when they reached the sitting room, surprising him. She widened her stance and lowered herself closer to the ground, pretending to dart to her right before darting left and up the stairs, having juked Harry out. Her laughter was escaping her uncontrollably as she heard his feet pounding behind her.

She hid in her bedroom, attempting to close the door behind her. Too late, Harry was already there on the other side of the door, preventing her from closing it behind her. She pushed as hard as she could, but as he put his full weight into pushing it open, the door gave way and she had nowhere to go. She was backed into a corner, literally.

"I've got you now," Harry told her, laughing as he pinned her against the wall. "Try to escape me now!"

Ginny was out of breath, panting, the silliness mixing with something else in her as she felt his body against hers. "Who says I want to escape you?" she asked seriously, looking into his eyes as her giggles died down.

Harry was looking at her very seriously, now. There was something intense in his eyes as they gazed into her own, and as if being tugged towards each other magnetically, they leaned in, lips meeting in the middle.

Ginny felt like she had come home, like she'd never realized what she had been missing until now. His kiss was electric, and she realized that she had been thinking about it quite a lot. His hand intertwined with hers, holding it against the wall above their heads.

Harry's lips were gentle on hers, and warm, and as they pulled apart, Ginny couldn't help but smile, heart pounding hard in her chest.

"That was…" Harry said, wearing a goofy grin she hadn't seen on his face in ages.

"Yeah," she agreed breathlessly.

Harry stepped away from her, hand still in hers, and pulled her over to sit on her bed.

"Should we talk about this?" Ginny asked him tentatively.

"Erm, maybe?" Harry replied. "All I really know is I've been wanting to do that for ages, since Bill and Fleur's wedding."

"Me too," Ginny agreed. What does this mean? Ginny wondered to herself silently, worrying that voicing her thoughts may ruin the moment.

She glanced down at her hand in his and decided that the meaning didn't matter. What did matter was that Harry's hand was holding hers, and she would very much like to kiss him again.

And so, she did.

Ginny leaned into him, bringing her free hand to cup his cheek. Harry seemed shocked for a moment but then responded back enthusiastically, his hand twining itself into her hair, playing with it as they kissed. His tongue teased her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she happily granted.

Their kiss got harder as their tongues danced together, heat building within Ginny. Harry pushed her gently onto the bed and laid himself on top of Ginny. She pressed her body against his, desperate to feel his body again after all this time. She had so missed how his body felt as they kissed.

She took her hand off his face and squeezed his bum like she'd been aching to do earlier. Harry moaned at her touch and she grinned, pleased at the effect she had on him.

"We should… slow… down," Harry rasped between kisses.

"We. . . should," Ginny agreed, not slowing down in the slightest.

Harry pulled away and Ginny pouted, letting go of his bum. She felt like she was trying to put out a fire that she only wanted to feed: her body was burning from the inside out.

"What a birthday gift," she quipped, still a little breathless.

Harry smirked in a very un-Harry-like way. "That was your gift," he told her.

"I'll take it," Ginny agreed. "I don't think anyone could beat that."

He chuckled. "I'm just kidding. I do still have another gift for you. That was not premeditated, unlike your gift to me last year."

Now it was Ginny's turn to smirk, remembering the kiss she'd gifted him on his seventeenth birthday. She had been so satisfied with herself about that, so proud that she'd thought of it. She had wondered if it would be the last kiss they would share, and up until today, it had been.

Of course, this last kiss blew that one out of the water. Last time she hadn't gotten to touch Harry's bum.

She heard sounds coming from downstairs and straightened herself out before standing up from the bed. Harry looked at her in askance. She explained, "Sounds like they're back. I can hear Ron making a ruckus."

Harry straightened himself as well, standing up and running a hand through his messy raven hair. "You'll only make it worse doing that," Ginny told him. She brandished her wand and said, "Corrigo," as she pointed at Harry's hair.

His hair twitched, straightened for a mere moment, and then sprung back into messiness. "Sweet Merlin," she said. "No wonder your hair never lays flat. I think your magic won't let it."

"My magic?" he asked.

"It's the only possible explanation for what I just saw," Ginny chuckled.

Harry grinned in spite of himself. "I guess that's the best it'll get. I'd better go find Ron before he finds us in here."

Ginny nodded, once again wondering what this all meant for the two of them, and if they'd be telling everyone eventually. She put those thoughts out of her mind, somewhat thrilled to have something between them that no one else was privy to yet.

She sat back on her bed and grabbed the pirate romance she'd been reading, picking up where she'd left Sunday night. What had been happening again? Oh, yes, Violette had just saved Captain Jack's life, in an ironic twist that left Jack indebted to her. What would happen next? Ginny wondered, eyes reading down the page.

The bedroom door opened, and Hermione walked in, a shopping bag in hand. "What's that?" Ginny couldn't help asking.

"I stopped at the bookstore in town again," Hermione explained gleefully. "This should get me set for a month!"

Ginny laughed, wondering how Hermione would manage to read quite so many books in the next month when she had been spending so much of her spare time canoodling with Ron.

Hermione glanced over at her for the first time that morning, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Happy Birthday, by the way, Ginny. I imagine Harry's given you his gift?"

Ginny blushed and her eyes followed Hermione's to the spot on her bed next to her where there was definitely a messiness on the cover that made it look like someone had been on the bed with her. "Well, you see," Ginny began.

Hermione waved a hand at her, "I won't tell anyone. Not even Ron," she promised.

Ginny scrutinized the older witch, wondering why she would hold back from telling Ron. "Why not?" she asked her.

"You two have been dancing around each other the whole time we've been at Shell Cottage–and I know exactly what dancing around someone looks like, remember? I did it for about five years."

Well, that was true, Ginny reasoned.

"Honestly," she began to confide. "I'm not sure what's going on between us, anyway, so there's not really much to tell Ron."

Hermione nodded like she understood, and Ginny wasn't entirely sure that she did. A mixture of feelings swirling within Ginny, she put away the romance novel (again), and stood up from her bed. "I appreciate that you'll keep it to yourself, Hermione," Ginny said, smiling at the girl as she opened the door. "I think I'll go see what the plan is for today."

As Ginny walked down the stairs, she replayed the kisses she had shared with Harry. Merlin, she felt as if she'd been waiting ages to do all that, and it had ended so quickly. Would they have another opportunity to get away together? Would he still want to?

Ginny never got so insecure about guys–she generally felt that if they wanted her, they'd come to her and she'd give them a chance if they were interesting enough.

Harry was different, though. She'd had that awful crush on him when she was younger, and she had been ever so confused when he had rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets, as some part of her had wanted to hero worship him as she'd done previously, and another part of her had been mortified that she'd been a damsel in distress.

And she'd gone on with her life, given up on those feelings she'd had for Harry, and even sometimes forgot about them in the more interesting moments she had shared with Michael and Dean. Ever since Harry had kissed her in the common room for the first time, however, she had been so certain that it was Harry who was meant for her and had always been.

Now, she was left wondering if Harry felt the way she did. She knew he would never mean to hurt her, but she still felt strangely insecure about whatever it was that was growing between them. It felt new all over again and more tenuous than their previous relationship had been.

"There's our birthday girl!" Bill's voice called out in greeting. "How's it feel to be a grown-up?"

Ginny smiled at her eldest brother. "It feels a lot like being a kid," she told him. "Except, with legal magic."

Bill laughed and came over to give her a hug. "I remember when you were born, Firefly. You were all tiny and red–which, I guess is still accurate. But you do cry less now than you did then."

Ginny giggled. "That's what you think. Maybe I cry the same amount."

Bill ruffled her hair and pulled away from the hug. "Mum and Dad are so excited for your party tonight," he told her. "They'll be coming over about half-six for dinner and pudding."

"It'll be so good to see them again," Ginny said. "I bet Mum's been dying to see us all."

"She's been going spare," Ron piped up. Ginny looked over at him and saw that he was chewing on a piece of biscuit and rifling through some shopping bags.

"Maybe we should have them over for supper once a week?" Ginny said. "That way they don't feel disconnected from us while we're here."

"Why don't you ask Mum while they're here tonight?" Bill suggested. "Mum will love that you thought of it."

Ginny agreed and poured herself a cup of tea.

"That's not the same tea we made this morning before we left, is it?" Bill asked worriedly.

"No, Harry and I made new pot not too long ago," Ginny explained. "Irish Breakfast."

"Oh, my favourite," Bill said delightedly. "Is it still warm?"

Ginny took a tentative sip. "Yes, somewhat. But I can charm it for you."

Bill shook his head. "No, that's alright. It's never the same as when it's fresh, if you reheat the tea. I probably need to cut back on my caffeine intake, anyway."

"You drink too much tea," Fleur agreed from the table, speaking for the first time since Ginny had come downstairs. "More water is better for you."

Bill grimaced but nodded in agreement with his wife.

Ginny smiled at the two and wondered at the sheer intimacy of the two of them existing together and knowing each other so well. She wondered if she would ever experience that with Harry.

She shook her head at herself. "What are we doing until Mum and Dad come over tonight?"

Bill shrugged. "Anything you want, Firefly. The day is yours to command. We could do another beach trip, or go on a walk, or I could take you to the Ministry for your Apparition test."

"Let's go to the Ministry!" Ginny said excitedly. "I'd like to have my license as soon as I can."

"Plans on running away and Apparating around the globe?" Bill joked. "Alright, let me put my shoes back on and a nicer set of robes, then we can head out. You may want to put on more professional looking robes, too. Strange as it may sound, sometimes the test proctor will also judge you off that."

"Bloody ridiculous," Ron said. "Like the way you dress has any bearing on your Apparition skills."

"Too right, Ron," agreed Bill. "Sadly, that's the way of the world."

Ginny shook her head but went back up to her room to change anyway. As she was going up, she ran into Harry again as he was heading down.

"Fancy meeting you here, Potter," she grinned.

"Yes, what a fine coincidence," Harry replied. He glanced around quickly and then pressed her against the wall, bringing his lips to hers in a kiss.

"We have to stop meeting like this," she told him in between kisses.

"Or," Harry suggested, placing a kiss in the junction between her jaw and neck. "Or, we can keep meeting just like this."

Ginny quieted a moan, a shiver rolling through her. His hand was on her bum, now, squeezing gently. Ginny did let out a moan this time, and as soon as she did, they both froze. "Now, look what you made me do," she told him.

"Turnabout is fair play," Harry told her.

"Oh, is it?" Ginny asked. "We'll see about that." She raised an eyebrow at him in challenge and she was pleased to note that he looked both worried and aroused.

Now that she had more blood in her brain, she was able to separate herself from Harry and worm her way out from his arms. "I've got to go get ready for my Apparition test," she told him. "Bill's taking me as soon as we're both dressed."

Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. "That'll take up at least a few hours," he said. "The summer birthdays have longer lines than the others."

"Good to know," Ginny grinned at him. "Tell me you'll miss me during my extended absence."

"I'll miss you, alright," Harry said.

"I think I believe you," she decided. "I'd best be off, now."

She pivoted onto her tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you on the other side."

"Good luck, Gin. I know you'll do great."

She smiled at him and sashayed into her room, swaying her hips for his benefit. It seemed to her as if they'd moved lightyears in just the space of a few hours, but Ginny didn't mind one bit. It was as if they were picking up where they'd left off one year before.

"Hermione," she began. "Would you be able to help me pick out some professional robes to wear to the Ministry for my Apparition test? I'm not sure if anything I have will work."

Hermione had looked up from her book and was now placing a bookmark in the space where she left off. "Of course, Ginny. I'd love to. If you don't have anything, we can see if any of my robes will fit you."

Ginny didn't think that anything of Hermione's would fit, but appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless. Hermione's robes were nice–she could tell just from the material that her parents had the money to buy new, higher quality robes that Ginny never had had the privilege of owning. She didn't envy Hermione for it, though.

They looked through Ginny's wardrobe, both girls finally agreeing that a plain set of robes from school were Ginny's best bet, as they discovered that they were definitely different sizes (Hermione was much taller, so of course her robes were too long for Ginny).

Ginny and Bill left the cottage, Bill side-along Apparating Ginny directly to the Atrium at the Ministry. "From here," he told her in line for their check-in, "We will take the lift up to the Department of Magical Transportation where they administer the tests."

She nodded, suddenly more nervous than she had anticipated.

She needn't have worried, she discovered. She passed her test on her first attempt, something she hadn't been sure would be possible with the laughable lack of instruction they had received the year before. Luckily, she'd read enough about it and been able to practice some with Bill and Fleur's help earlier in the summer after she'd shared her concerns with them.

"I knew you could do it, Firefly," Bill told her. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," Ginny said, flushed with happiness. "I can travel the world with nary a trace, now."

"Hopefully you won't have any need of that," Bill muttered darkly. Ginny worried that his mind had drawn back to his memories of the war, and the many skirmishes and the few battles that had happened. She vividly remembered his wedding, how they had only just avoided torture after the Ministry had fallen. She could see in her mind's eye the look on his and Fleur's faces as they had huddled together, protecting each other in their wedding finery.

Ginny shook the images from her mind, not willing to relive those moments again any time soon. They were always hard to shake, unfortunately, and she had to take a few breaths and concentrate on the noises going on around her.

It helped, and soon the images were in the back of her mind, leaving Ginny able to focus on her achievement. Bill was looking at her, worry etched in the lines on his face. Those hadn't used to be there, Ginny thought. Neither had the scars been there before Greyback… She caught the memories intruding again and took a deep breath before releasing it and thinking to herself We are safe now. She didn't allow herself to think of Fred, who wasn't safe. He was just lost.

"Can we get some ice cream in Diagon Alley before we go back?" Ginny asked.

"I was afraid you'd never ask."

H&G

Bill and Ginny returned to Shell Cottage a few hours before supper and Bill banished her from the kitchen, ordering her not to help in any way with her birthday meal. Ginny couldn't complain–she could think of other, much more enjoyable things to occupy her time. Well, really, it was one thing, a person with messy hair…

She found herself knocking on Ron and Harry's bedroom door, hoping to find Harry alone. Unfortunately, Ron and Hermione were in there with him, as well. "How'd it go?" Harry asked.

Ron looked at him, and then at Ginny, and said, "Well?"

"I passed!" Ginny told them excitedly. "First try!"

"Congratulations, Ginny!" said Hermione. "I knew you'd be able to do it."

"Thank you," Ginny said. "You know what's even more exciting? I didn't even lose an eyebrow."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Oi, you're lucky it's your birthday, otherwise I'd be retaliating for that comment."

Ginny stuck her tongue out at her brother.

The siblings smiled at each other, and they all began to discuss other things. Mostly Quidditch.

The time flew by, and soon they were being called down to supper. Ginny flew into her parents' arms, hugging them happily.

"Happy Birthday, Ginny-girl," her dad said, hand against her head in the way he'd always hugged her into his chest. She smiled, inhaling his scent and feeling so incredibly safe and happy. Nostalgic, maybe. She hugged her mum next, experiencing the same sensations. This was why they had fought, Ginny thought as she extracted herself.

"My baby is all grown up," Ginny's mum said, eyes shining.

"Oh Mum," Ginny smiled, not embarrassed in the least. She understood that her coming of age was the end of an era for her mother, who had spent a good portion of her life rearing their brood. "Thank you for everything."

"You act like you're leaving us," her mum said. "You're not getting away that easily."

Ginny laughed. "Oh, I didn't think I could."

Her mum pulled her into another hug and then ushered her towards the table, which was groaning under the weight of the food prepared. Harry was sat next to her, and when she caught his eye he smiled slyly.

Her heart fluttered and she kicked him lightly under the table. They avoided each other's eye as everyone took their seats and the food was passed around the table. Ginny was forced into an extra-large helping of meat and potatoes by her mum, but she only smiled and dug in.

About halfway through the meal, she felt a hand on her right leg, running a finger lightly up and down the length of her thigh before full-on squeezing. She turned to look at Harry, doing her best not to turn red. He was innocently speaking to George on his other side and she silently cursed him in her mind. Turnabout is fair play.
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