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Natural
By Celtics534

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Category: Alternate Universe, Post-Hogwarts
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Extreme Language, Intimate Sexual Situations, Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 61
Summary: Most things didn’t come naturally to Harry -- like brewing a Pepperup Potion or making a halfway decent treacle tart. In fact, the only thing that had come naturally was Quidditch… until he met Ginny Weasley.
Hitcount: Story Total: 55642; Chapter Total: 3785
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Author's Notes:
TheDistantDusk, Arnel, and gryffindormischief were kind enough to edit this chapter for me.




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“As much as I would love to spend the entire night just kneeling in the sand.” Harry’s voice brought Ginny back to Earth. “I would love an answer so I could stand a bit more. Bad knees, you know.”

“Don’t be a wanker.” Ginny couldn’t help but smile, as she pulled Harry to her level.

“Well, lately I can’t help it. My girlfriend has been out of town.”

Ginny laughed as she pulled his face to hers, and knotted her fingers into Harry’s already messy, windblown locks as she kissed him.

“Well, at least I know you don’t hate me,” Harry murmured against her lips. “Unless this is a, ‘I hate you, but I love you’ kiss. If it is.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “I’m okay with it, right now.”

“Are you encouraging me to snog all the men I hate?” Ginny leaned back slightly to give him a sultry look.

“And women. I’m not sexist.”

Ginny lightly slapped his bicep. “Be careful for what you wish for. I’ve always found Kathrine Hodge from Kestrels a bitch. Maybe a decent snog could fix that.”

Harry crashed his lips back onto hers, pressing their bodies tightly together. His hands moved from her hips, under the hem of her shirt, and across her back.

“I think I’ll retract my endorsement.” Harry moved his lips across her cheeks, up to her ear. The way his tongue tasted her skin...

Ginny’s breath hitched, but she refused to be the one to stop their banter. “Oh? You want me to only kiss you?”

“That and other things.”

“Care to give an example of these, 'other things’?”

Without warning, Harry spun on the spot, apparating them into her dorm room. “It would be my pleasure.”

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Ginny sighed contentedly as she arched her back before curling into Harry’s body. She felt even better when Harry pressed a feather-light kiss to her temple. Her eyes closed of their own accord. Between their tour of the island and private tour of Ginny’s room, sleep was called for.

Just when her mind started to drift and her body began to become weightless, a finger prodded the small of her back.

“Hey.” Harry’s voice was still slightly distant, but Ginny opened her eyes and turned to see his gaze sharp on her.

“‘Ello,” Ginny turned around and kiss Harry. “Give me a twenty minute nap and I’ll be ready to go again.”

“That’s not why I --” Even in minimal light the moon provided through the window, Ginny could see the blush rise to Harry's cheeks. “You never answered my question.”

“You never asked one,” Ginny reminded him, bringing her arm out from under the covers to hold his head in her hands.

There was a pause, only the sound of their breathing and crashing waves from the sea outside could be heard.

“Well, shit,” Harry whispered into the dark, making Ginny laugh.

“Ginny, will you --”

“I thought the fact that I brought you to my room for the traditional ‘after-getting-engaged-shag’ should be sufficient evidence of my yes,” Ginny teased as she kissed the tip of his nose. “Not to mention I already slid the ring on my finger.”

“What?!” Harry’s voice rose to a level that was not considerate of Ginny’s fellow dorm mates.

Ginny quickly covered his mouth with her left hand. “Shh. I know we cast a Silencing charm, but I’d rather not test it. Grace still hasn’t stop taking the mickey for that night…”

Harry’s eyes looked down at his muzzle. Ginny saw the look of surprise when he noticed the silver band on her fourth finger.

“Will you be a good boy and remain at a quiet decibel level?”

When he nodded, Ginny removed her hand from his mouth, as she was about to place it back on the duvet, Harry grabbed it and pulled it up for closer examination.

“How the fuck did I miss this?” he whispered, twisting her hand around to admire the ring from multiple angles.

“You were… a little distracted,” Ginny explained.

“You minx.” Harry’s voice had taken a husky tone. “Merlin.” He started to kiss down her neck, onto her chest. The trail he made went all the way to her abdomen, before Ginny tugged his mouth back on to hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, stimulating more and more of him with every pass of her hips.

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“So?” James asked impatiently as his wife poured out four large mugs of tea. He was sitting across from Harry, who had a smug smile on his face. “I know she said yes, but you’ve got to give me some details! How did you do it? Did she cry? Did you?”

“Let the boy speak.” Sirius slapped his oldest friend on the back. “Well, he’s not really a boy anymore, is he?” He wriggled his eyebrows.

“And that is something I’m going to choose to ignore.” Lily put up her hands in a defensive gesture. She had levitated the mugs from across kitchen with a smooth wave of her wand before taking the empty chair at the table. “However, I would love to hear how you asked Ginny to marry you.”

“Well, I kinda forgot to actually use those words.” Harry grinned sheepishly at his mother. “I did get down on one knee though.” He recreated the event for them, something he loved to do in his own head. Over the last week he had been living on cloud nine. Nothing brought him down, not even the day of drills in the rain.

Sirius was the first to speak after Harry completed his story. He let out a low whistle. “You’re a hopeless romantic like your old man, Harry.” He slapped his friend’s back again. “Though a midnight proposal on the beach--in Greece-- does top what you did, James.”

James just beamed at his son. “A chip off the old block, if I do say so myself. Taught him everything he knows.”

Lily snorted. “Sure you did.” She turned to her son, trying to ignore the burning of unshed tears in her eyes. “Oh Harry!” She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’m so happy for you!”

“She’s totally out of your league.” Sirius smiled. “So don’t cock it up.” He stood and walked around the table to pull Harry into a tight embrace.

“You still want to talk to her about --?” James asked once Sirius had released the younger man.

“Actually, I want it.” Harry’s cheeks were aching from all the smiling he was doing. “I think she’ll like the idea. And it seems like a great present. I just wanna get settled, with the new season starting and everything.”

James nodded. Lily, however, brought up a new point. “What date did you two decide-- or have you not decided yet?”

Harry shrugged. “I’ll have to get back to you on that. With the --”

“Season coming up, I know. I know,” Lily interrupted. She stood up and rounded the table to hug her son. “I just want you to keep this in mind. If you run off and elope I will be furious.” She held her son out at arms length and lightly slapped his cheek a few times. “Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“I knew it!” Molly positively beamed at her daughter. “I knew Harry was the one for you!”

Ginny couldn’t help but smile at her mother. After her three months away, Molly had asked (read: demanded) she come for tea. The moment Ginny had grabbed the handle of her mug, Molly had noticed the ring.

For the first ten minutes of their tea time, Ginny had recounted the proposal (something she enjoyed doing very much). Ginny, of course, had edited her story slightly so it covered up the large gaps of time where she and Harry had been engaged in premarital activities. There was no need to let her mother think there was any reason for her to wear anything but white at the wedding.

“Have you set a date?” Molly questioned, her chin resting on her open palm, her eyes shining with excitement. “Location. Oh! What about here at the Burrow? We could do something similar to Bill’s --”

“Mum.” Ginny held out her hand in a stop motion. “I just got home a week and a half ago. We need some time to discuss things.”

“Whatever else could you two be up to this week? Didn’t you have the week free from Quidditch?” Molly gave Ginny her signature stare-- the one Ginny related with being caught, but not in trouble. Between the quirked eyebrow and that small, smug smile, though she thought maybe her mother already knew about the red wedding dress...

“I’m thinking spring.” Ginny changed tack at top speed, making her mother's smug smile widen. “Harry and I both have a thing for how it smells after a good rain, and spring seems to smell like that all the time.”

Molly nodded, pulling out her wand to summon a quill and piece of parchment. “Spring would be lovely. Not too hot and not too cold. Would it work with both your schedules?”

“Yeah, the season tends to end late spring, early summer. Then we get that month off, so that would be a perfect time for a honeymoon.”

“Were you thinking this coming year?”

Ginny thought about it for a moment. Just under a year of being engaged… she could work with that. She nodded at her mother. “Yeah, it gives us plenty of time plan everything, right?”

“Of course!” Molly smiled at her daughter. “I can’t believe my little girl is getting married.”

“I’m still a little shocked myself. I mean, I’ve only known Harry just over a year, but.” She let out a small laugh as she beamed at her mother. “It feels like I’ve known him forever. I love him more than anything.”

“I was the same with your father,” Molly admitted conspiratorially. “Maybe that’s why Bill’s birthday is only seven months after our wedding date.”

Ginny’s jaw dropped. They all knew the math, but for her mother say it like that! “Mum!”

Molly just laughed as she reached across the table and patted Ginny’s hand. “Trust me, dear, I know what it’s like. Unable to keep your hands to yourself --”

Mum!”

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“It’s a beautiful day for Quidditch,” Mothers said into the microphone that would broadcast his voice across the wizarding wireless. “And what a match we have today! The Holyhead Harpies against the Falmouth Falcons. We couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the season!”

“I agree!” Gregory spoke to his companion. “The Harpies have just returned from a three month training session in Greece, and they look the better for it.”

“I know, during the pre game fly around they were perfectly in sync. Typically at this point in the year, teams are trying to fully connect, but Jones has found a way for her players to skip that early season bonding fails.”

“Smart move on Jones’ part. Taking her team to different scenery, knocking them out of their comfort zone… brilliant!”

“And I agree with Jones’ play of keeping Weasley in,” Mothers said as the Harpies walked onto the pitch. “She was absolutely phenomenal last season!”

“That she was!” Gregory’s clapped his hands together. “She nearly beat out the entire Chudley Cannons squad in under three months air time!”

“I’d say we’re in for a real treat this season, Dan.”

“Oh, I agree. Speaking of Weasley though, we would like to extend our congratulations to her and her new fiancé Mr. Harry Potter from Puddlemere United. That’s right, folks! England’s own star-crossed lovers are getting married!”

“I never took you as a romantic, Dan.” Mothers laughed.

“If you’d asked my wife she’d agree, but how can you not love those two kids.” Gregory turned a slight pink that made him grateful the wireless was audio only. “They are both so…”

“Humble,” Mother’s filled in. “I had the honor of talking with Potter, who has come to support his fiancée at todays match. When I brought up Ginny, the man couldn’t hold back a smile at the mere mention of her. It’s adorable really.”

“And the referee has had the two team captains shake hands, and we are about to be on our way. This is the Holyhead Harpies versus Falmouth Falcons!”

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Ginny sighed deeply as the hot water ran down her back. She rested her hand up against the shower wall, praying the pounding heat would loosen her weary bones. They had played tirelessly for six hours, a really close game, until a foul by one of the Falcons’ chasers seemed to shift the energy of the game.

The Harpies couldn’t seem to get back into the swing of things. The Falcons keeper was blocking them with apparent ease. Not to mention how the Harpies couldn’t seem to hold onto the quaffle for more than a minute. The game went from ten or twenty points down to fifty.

Needless to say, it felt like mercy when the Falcons seeker finally caught the snitch.

It’s hadn’t been quite the way they’d wanted to start the season, but rather than yelling, Gwenog had decided to go a different route. Of course, she hadn’t needed to yell for the team to feel bad. They already felt like complete shit. Still, Jones had managed to focus on one good moment from every player.

“Remember that moment and strive for it!” Jones had encouraged. “Don’t dwell on the bad, but rather focus on the good.”

Ginny kept playing over the good moments in her head as the water washed away the layer of sweat she’d worked for...like when she had made that underhand pass to Emily, right by the Falcons chaser. Then there had been that moment where Gina had used the tail end of her broom to knock in a pass from Emily.

“Ginny?” Gaea’s voice called from the entrance to the showers. “Harry’s been outside waiting for you. Do you want me to tell him to meet you back at home?”

Ginny let out another deep breath. “No. I’ll be out in a minute.”

She turned the handle, shutting off the cooling spray. Drying quickly, she went back to her locker to change into her post-game outfit. When Ginny left the locker room, Harry was leaning against the wall right across from the door, his head bowed.

Ginny walked right up to him and rested her head on his heart. His arms circled around her, keeping her safe from the rest of the world.

“You did everything you could, love,” Harry murmured into her hair as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

“That’s what makes it worse.” Ginny had her eyes closed as she listened to his steady breathing and heartbeat.

“Do you still want to go to the Burrow tonight?”

Ginny hadn’t even thought about the dinner at the Burrow (her mother had wanted to celebrate the start of the season). As much as she would have loved to go home and lie in bed with Harry doting on her, she decided that could wait until later.

“Let’s go see my family. I could use one of the twins’ infamous jokes right about now.”

Harry nodded before giving her one final kiss on the head. She moved herself out of his arms, but he made sure to keep one wrapped around her waist. Ginny couldn’t help but smile slightly; just having him there was helping more than she could ever tell him. They walked to the set departure Floo in a contented silence.

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“You know, I’ve come to conclusion I don’t like being blindfolded in the rain.” Ginny continued to let Harry guide her forward.

“It’s barely a sprinkle,” Harry muttered, but he waved his wand, conjuring a shield charm over their heads.

“Where are you taking me, Potter?”

Harry smiled to himself. He had been spending every spare moment the past three weeks fixing up his parents’ old cottage in Godric’s Hollow. They had lived there until the move to America. Over the past twenty years a caretaker had visited on and off, but Harry had wanted to revamp the place, to make it his and Ginny’s style.

It wasn’t overly large, but Harry knew it was a perfect place for a young couple to start out. The two-bedroom cottage had a large garden ideal for them to lie about or practice new quidditch moves.

When his father had suggested the cottage, Harry’d loved the idea. He figured Ginny would love it too. The plan was to ask her about it, to see if she wanted to move there when the lease on their current flat was up. Then Harry thought, well why not surprise her?

Surprise her with a house… not exactly the normal surprise, but he was positive she would love it. Also, after the Harpies’ bad start to the season, this might just bring her out of the funk she seemed to be living in.

He had blindfolded Ginny (not without kinky comments from his girlfriend) before apparating them to the corner of the front garden. The little fence and overgrown archway was the only obstacle between them and their (hopefully) new home.

“Okay.” Harry pulled back slightly on Ginny’s shoulders to stop her. They were the perfect distance from the front door so she could get the full effect. “Take off the blindfold.”

Ginny did as she was told, the cloth clutched in her hand as she blinked rapidly. After a moment of staring, she turned to look at Harry.

“What?”

“I know it needs a little more work.” Harry couldn’t stop his hand from running through his hair. “But I’ve fixed most of the broken things and taken out that horrible carpet in the sitting room.”

Ginny just continued to look puzzled. “What?

“Well, it was this horrible pea green color - “

“No.” Ginny smiled. “What are we doing here?”

“Oh!” Harry wanted to slap his own forehead. “My parents used to live here and they still own it… well, they used to.” He kissed her cheek. “I bought it from them. I thought it would be better than a flat.”

Ginny’s eyes widened before she turned around to look back at the stone walled cottage. “You bought this place?”

“Yeah.”

“You bought us a house of our own?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s stomach started twisting into knots. Maybe I should have discussed it first…

Ginny spun back around and threw her arms around his neck. “You bought me a house!” She kissed him hard, which Harry more than happily reciprocated. Ginny pulled away and started towards the house, grabbing his hand and dragging him with her.

Harry waved his wand making the door creak open. They entered the sitting room. Harry had set up a sofa with bookcases lining the wall. The recently-revealed wooden floors gleamed at them. To the left, the attached kitchen had a island that divided the room. Down a tiny corridor sat the two bedrooms and the loo.

With a twirl, Ginny looked around the basic layout. “Harry, this is perfect!”

“You haven’t seen it all.” Harry couldn’t stop his smile from growing as she stood on her toes to kiss him.

“I know it’s perfect, because you wouldn’t have accepted anything less for us.”

Right then, Harry was positive he’d done the right thing with surprising her.

“When can we move in?” Ginny asked as she walked into the kitchen, running her finger tips over the glossy countertops.

“As soon as you want. Our lease ends in just over a month, so we can just finish paying that while sleeping here.”

Ginny stopped her motions (right as she was about to open one of the cupboards) and looked back to her fiancé. “Well, let’s go pack up!” She abandoned her examination of the kitchen and walked over to Harry. “We have a lot to do.”

Harry nodded, happily taking Ginny’s hand. She used his grasp to move herself into his arms. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Ginny slid her lips over his. “Yeah, we need to unpack all the stuff we bring, we need to eat dinner, christen every room in this house.”

Harry swallowed hard as her fingers started to loosen the top buttons of his shirt. “Oh?”

Ginny moved her lips to his ear. “Every room.

Never before had Harry been so excited to pack.
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