The clothes finally came off, yet Harry argued about which position would be better for her to deep throat him. I didn't want to argue about everything, but I was damn certain I'd rather not be on my back for this. Draco's diplomacy settled the argument, "Let Ginny try her way first, and we'll do yours if it doesn't." Ginny began to wonder if she and Harry could work as a couple. We fought over the dumbest things at times; without Draco as our negotiator, Harry would still be upset at me playing Quidditch. What does it mean when we need a third person in bed to direct us how to fuck so we don't get stuck arguing? Ginny realized that she wanted to let it go, and not worry right this moment. She knew she had to get out of her own way and enjoy it, and had to trust her boys to do the same.