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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: 56212; Chapter Total: 3218 Awards: View Trophy Room Author's Notes: TheDistantDusk, Arnel, and gryffindormischief were kind enough to edit this for me, so I thank them. Also just got to say, I Iove the enthusiasm you guys have over this story! I love reading all the reviews and seeing your messages on Tumblr! |
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Harry’s mouth trailed down Ginny’s neck and across her chest, not stopping until just above her navel. He allowed his attention to focus solely on her. Nothing else mattered. The world could combust and it wouldn’t make a difference as long as he and Ginny were still together. “Harry?” Her voice was delightfully husky. “Hmm?” He didn’t stop his ministrations at her abdomen. “We can’t keep avoiding our parents.” And that was one way to calm his randiness; mention their parents. Harry rolled off her and fell back against the messy sheets. “They haven’t asked any questions yet.” Ginny turned to face him, lifting her head up on her elbow. “That’s because we keep claiming we have practice or the flu, but I know my mother. If we dodge another family dinner she’ll just show up at the house.” Harry brought his hands up to scrub his face. Even after two months, the cool metal that rested on his left hand still both startled and thrilled him. They had been married for two months. Two amazing months, filled with quidditch and honoring their nuptials, though they both took off their rings when they went out in public, hoping to keep a low profile. If either of them was spotted with gold on their fourth fingers, it would be on the front page of every newspaper you could think of (and some you wouldn’t expect). But even being unable to wear their rings out on the town hadn’t brought them down from their high. No, the only regretful thing that had been nagging at them over the past sixty days was the lack of family time they’d had. Neither of them wanted to tell their parents they had gone out and gotten married without including their families. So instead of going to the Weasley family dinners or luncheons that Harry’s mother (and Sirius, whenever he felt posh) hosted, the couple had begged off, claiming hectic schedules or bouts of illness. No one had argued with them (both families knew how crazy quidditch and life could be), but the end of the season was almost upon them. The Harpies had their final game next week, having been unable to clinch a season win without the help of their new star chaser for most of their games. Puddlemere, however, was in the lead for the title. Their final regular season game was next week, against Holyhead. Ginny bopped her husband on the nose. “Earth to Harry. Focus, luv. We have to tell them before some reporter snoops around and finds our certificate.” Harry knew she was right, but fuck, he didn’t want to upset their families… He didn't want to imagine his mother’s face, let alone Molly’s! He took a deep breath and turned so he faced her. “How about we invite everyone out to dinner the night of the game?” She considered it for a moment. “That could work. And if we’re in public our mothers can’t scream too loudly.” “That was my thought as well.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Because I came up with the plan, though, I think you should be the one to tell them.” Ginny let out a snort. “In your dreams, Potter.” “You are in all my dreams, Potter.” Harry was rather proud of that line, but Ginny’s jaw just dropped. “Oh… I sometimes forget my last name is Potter,” she admitted. “I don’t.” Harry gave her a wicked grin and turned them until he reclaimed his position above her. His mouth grazed her ear. “I love calling you Mrs Potter.” A sudden thought hit him as he made his way from her ear to her cheek. “Next season, we can make it so your jersey says Potter on it.” Harry couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. “I can’t wait to see you with my name on your back.” “I didn’t know you were so possessive, Mr Potter.” Ginny’s tone held bite, but Harry looked into her eyes and saw no anger. Actually, if he was reading her right (and Harry was sure he was), Ginny was more than a little turned on. “Possessive makes me sound so egotistical. The others can look, but I reserve all rights to touch.” Ginny leaned back and let one eyebrow raise. “Who gave you that kind of power?” Instead of giving her a verbal reply, Harry closed the distance and kissed her, letting his teeth pull at her bottom lip when he drew away. “Feel free to tell me no whenever you want.” The way Ginny drew him back to her was all the response he needed. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXX “What a presentation we’ve had today!” Mothers said for the third time since the final whistle had blown. The game had seemed so one-sided from the moment the two teams had mounted their brooms. “Weasley was in perfect form. Twelve goals and seven assists. Incredible!” “Too true, Phil,” Gregory agreed. “The Harpies came out looking for blood.” “And there was a bit of that. Morgan’s health report has just come in and the healers are saying he’ll make a full recovery before the first game of the playoffs.” Mothers let out a little chuckle. “I can count the number of times a keeper has knocked a beater out of the game on one hand.” Gregory laughed along with his fellow announcer. “We all knew Hansen had a strong arm, but now Morgan now knows better than most.” “One final recap before we change over to the Kenmare and Falmouth. Puddlemere has won their final match of the regular season by a mere ten points. The score being two hundred and seventy to two hundred and eighty.” “Potter made a spectacular catch!” Gregory praised. “He was perfectly in tune with the chasers and their position. If he had caught it a minute sooner they would have lost. I don’t think we’ve had such a nail biter all year!” “Not for the Harpies at least. With Weasley back, the vibe has changed.” Mothers tapped his fingers on the edge of his desk. “Weasley has become such a staple in their lineup. Leading her team with -” He paused as a mane of red hair walked out of the Harpies tunnel. “Hold on now. Speak of the devil. Weasley has come back onto the field and -- yes! -- that's Potter exiting the Puddlemere pit.” The two announcers watched the couple meet to the by the Puddlemere tunnel. “Every time these two play against each other, we get a lovely scene,” Gregory told the listeners. “Our local hopeless romantic, folks.” Mothers chuckled fondly. “Wait… Hey, Dan, did you see that? The gold in Potter’s hand. Do you think he kept the snitch?” The average listener was able to hear Mothers shuffle things around. “My trusty pair of omnioculars.” Mothers zoomed into the display before him, Potter and Weasley embracing. “It seems to be… No way!” He shoved the omnioculars into his partner’s hands. “Is that a ring?” “Now who’s the hopeless romantic.” Gregory’s laughed, but accepted the proffered item. Five seconds passed before Gregory turned to look at Mothers. “That’s a ring. And Weasley has one too. Are we looking at the Potters?” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXX Molly Weasley considered herself a fair woman. She liked to think the punishments she’d given her children over the years had been just and appropriate. And she’d never judged someone for something they couldn’t prevent. But if that was true, why had her daughter (her only daughter!) gotten married without her? And then, why had her child let her find out about her nuptials through two quidditch announcers? What had she done to deserve such treatment? Molly stared at the two guilty young adults. “Care to explain?” “Mum,” Ginny started, but seemed unable to elaborate. She looked towards her husband. Husband! Molly’s daughter took a deep breath before starting again. “Mum. It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.” As much as Ginny had hoped that would placate her mother, those words had only rekindled her fire. With a voice both quiet and filled with rage, Molly began speaking. “Even if that was the case, why didn’t you come and tell me after? Why is that you’ve waited… how long was it?” “Two months,” Harry muttered, not meeting her eyes. She gave a sharp nod. “Two months. Two months my baby has been married. Not even Fred and George have done something so-” Molly couldn’t even think of a word. It was Harry who chipped at her wall of anger. “I’m sorry, Molly. We should have told you.” “Damn right you should have.” Molly pointed between the two. “I want to know everything, and don’t think for a second this means we won’t be having a wedding.” Ginny exchanged a quick glance with Harry, as a smile slowly spread across her face. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mum.” “Good.” Molly stood to go make a quick stew for dinner. “Now, Harry, go get your parents over here. We have some things to discuss.” Once Molly walked out of the room, Ginny released a tense sigh. “That went better than I thought. But I’ve got to say, that quiet tone is much scarier than her yelling.” Harry nodded fervently. “I thought she was going to skin us alive.” He looked down at his hand. “How could we forget to take off our rings before the game?” Ginny shrugged. “We were kinda too busy with our… pre-match ritual... to think about jewelry.” She gave him a light push so he stood from the sofa they’d been sent to the moment they’d arrived. “You best go fire-call the Potter brigade.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX “Such a lovely day for a wedding,” Arthur commented as he and Ginny stood by the back door of the Burrow. It had taken only a week for Molly and Lily to be satisfied with the wedding plans. The real challenge had been finding a date that worked for both families. That had taken a few months, but they’d finally found a day where everyone in the whole Weasley-Potter clan could be in attendance. In that time, Harry’s team had been able to clinch the championship title and Charlie’d filed all the paperwork to travel from Romania. And if you believed in serendipity (which honestly Ginny might because of this moment), they were having their wedding party on the day she had Harry had met just a few years ago. Now after months of listening to her mother excitedly chatter about all the perfect placements and ideal seating charts, it had finally come to life -- and Ginny couldn’t help but feel a little more than grateful for the obsessive discussions between Lily and Molly. They really had created her dream wedding. Simple, yet elegant. “You know,” Arthur mused, brushing a stray hair from Ginny’s face. “I always imagined this day differently.” Ginny turned to her father. His face had a look that she only could describe as bittersweet. “What do you mean?” “Well for starters, I didn’t think you’d already be married to the man I’d be giving you to.” They both chuckled at his joke. Over the course of the last few months, the fact that Ginny and Harry (now called Hinny by the numerous articles penned about them) were already married had become a running gag between the two families. The only people who didn’t participate in the jokes were Molly and Lily, both of whom were still a little peeved at their children. “What else?” Arthur smiled at her. It was the same smile that he’d had when she had run up to him as a little girl, a frog clutched in her tiny fingers. She had been so happy with herself on that occasion and all she had wanted to do was show her findings to her dad. “I’m so proud of you, Ginny.” He pulled her into a tight embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ve grown into a remarkable young woman and I know you and Harry will continue to make each other happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, happiness.” Ginny had promised herself one thing: That she wouldn’t be one of those brides who cried during her wedding. She was already married to the man for starters, also she hated tears. But Merlin, her father had gone and fucked upthat plan. “Don’t cry now.” Arthur held her at arm's length and moved his thumbs to brush at the slowly falling tears. “I love you, Dad.” She moved closer to kiss his forehead. Taking a final deep breath, she forced herself to stop being sentimental (at least for a bit), and backed away just in time to see Bill approach them. “Hey, you ready?” Bill smiled at her; he’d had inherited that smile from their father. Ginny tucked her arm into Arthur’s, using her free hand to check for any stray tears. “More than ever.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXX “And we now would like to present, the not exactly newlyweds, but our couple of honor... Mr and Mrs Potter!” Lee Jordan, the twins’ friend from school, called out from his DJ perch. The crowd laughed and clapped as Ginny took Harry by the hand and led him to the dance floor. Harry gave her a small grimace but took charge once she situated herself in his arms. “I wish I didn’t have two left feet,” Harry complained as he swayed them to the gentle beat of their first song. “Well, my two right feet make up for it.” Ginny leaned up and gave him a quick kiss, much to the delight of the people watching. It wasn’t a large group of people really. Just both their teams, their families and school friends (some of Harry’s had come all the way from America). "Ah, the true linchpin of our marriage. Together, we make one passable dancer." Ginny laughed and rested her head over Harry’s heart. Somehow the beat of the song matched the rhythm of his heart. Thud - thud - thud. She let the words wash over her as she used Harry as the bass drum. When you say You love the way I make you feel Everything becomes so real Don't be scared, no, don't be scared 'Cause you're all I need “This isn’t so bad, I guess.” Harry’s head had been resting atop her head and she felt more than heard him speak. “I would hope getting to hold your wife would be at least acceptable,” Ginny teased as she tilted her neck to look at him. He was smiling in that way he reserved for only her. “Trust me, I always appreciate getting to hold my wife. I just appreciate what happens when I hold you in private a little more than dancing like a ponce in front of everyone.” “Now, Mr Potter, don’t start talking about such naughty things when my mother is a mere fifteen yards away.” That caused his smile to become a coquettish smirk. “Your mother being nearby has never stopped us before.” Ginny had to hold in her chuckle. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Harry.” “Trust me, I have every intention of both of us finishing. You may even be able to take a second lap.” This time she couldn’t contain herself. Ginny laughed and kissed her husband. “I love you.” Harry’s hand came up and caressed her cheek, his eyes never wavering from hers. “Ditto.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXX “Does this mean you’re taking a second honeymoon?” Max (one of Harry’s old school mates) asked, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. After a few bouts of dancing, the married couple decided to sit down and rest their much abused feet. They had already made rounds to thank guests and they’d eaten the perfectly-cooked meal Lily had selected. Now, they were sitting at the head table, joined by a bunch of friends. “We never really had one the first time around,” Harry admitted as he took another bite from the most delicious cake he’d ever had. His mother really had outdone herself with the catering selection. “Where are you guys going?” Neville, Ginny’s friend, questioned. “I picked the island of Tenerife in Spain.” Ginny leaned closer to Harry and opened her mouth for a forkful. Harry rolled his eyes fondly before cutting her a large bite and presenting it. She patted his cheek in thanks and blissfully chewed her dessert. “Oh, I’ve had reports of high numbers of Crumple-Horned Snorkack mating on the Canary Islands around this time of year.” Luna Lovegood watched them with a dreamy look that slightly alarmed Harry. No matter how many times he had talked with Luna, Harry was still surprised by the woman’s words and actions. “Are you going to join them?” Luna added serenely. And somehow she’s topped herself, Harry thought. He exchanged looks with Max and Duncan. They both were biting their fists to hold in their laughter. Ginny, however, took it in stride. “Maybe they’re gonna join us.” Harry turned to his wife, unable to even think of words; his old school mates gave up trying to hold in their chuckles. Luna nodded understandingly. “Yes, you would want to be the dominant species. Good thinking, Ginny.” Neville just shook his head, used to the way his two friends worked. Harry blinked rapidly for a few moments before pulling his laughing wife to her feet and leading her to the dance floor. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXX “¿Quieres otra copa?” the waiter asked as Ginny sipped the last of her tinto de verano. “Sí, por favor.” She handed him her empty cup and he walked away. Ginny took the opportunity to lean back in her sunbathing chair and look over at her nicely-tanned husband. His wide-brim hat was pulled over his face, shielding him from the Spanish sun. Ginny reached across the almost nonexistent gap between them and started walking her fingers up his arm. She could feel the goose pimples rise as she made her way up to his shoulder. Moving her mouth next to his ear she murmured, “Hola, guapo.” It took a moment for Harry to respond, but when he finally spoke, Ginny could hear the smile in his voice. “Are you flirting with me, señora Potter?” “Sí, eres muy caliente.” At the speed of lightning, Harry took off his hat and kissed her. “Te amo, mi amor.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXX Spanish Translations: ¿Quieres otra copa? - Would you like another drink? Sí, por favor - Yes, please Hola, guapo - Hello, Handsome Sí, eres muy caliente - Yes, you are very hot Te amo, mi amor - I love you, my darling |
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