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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: 55650; Chapter Total: 5330
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Author's Notes:
Chapter 2 ready a day before I planned! That doesn't happen often, but that is because of Arnel, TheDistantDusk, and gryffindormischief. They have been wonderful in editing this story so diligently.




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Harry ran his fingers through his messy hair for the fifth time that hour. He had hoped to tame the unruliness, but so far, he had been thwarted. One may ask why he was so dedicated to keeping his hair in check, and the reason was none other than Ginny Weasley, the new chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.

They had been spending all their free time together since the end of tryouts, and needless to say, Harry was captivated by the red-haired Harpy. He thought about her day and night, sometimes in inconvenient moments, like when a training bludger was flying straight for his nose.

He had been staying at his parents’ cottage until he selected a team. He’d received multiple offers, each one better than the next. The Bats, Puddlemere, the Cannons, and the Arrows had all insisted they were the best option for him. He figured once he decided he’d let a flat near the stadium of his choice.

For her part, Ginny had no issue deciding her team. Though she’d received multiple propositions, her mind had been made the moment she’d received Gwenog Jones’ offer for reserve Chaser. Harry had hoped to play on the same team as his new girlfriend, but he knew she couldn’t pass the chance to play with her favorite team.

“Harry, that’s never going to work,” Lily Potter’s voice claimed from behind him. “I’ve tried for many years to get your father’s hair to cooperate, and to this day I’m still fighting the battle of the Potter genes.”

Harry let his hands drop to his sides and turned to face his mother. “I know, but it was worth a try, right?”

Lily smiled at him. “Going out with Ginny again?”

Nodding, Harry moved over to his bedside table and put on his wristwatch. “Yeah, we’re meeting at the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, then heading over into Muggle London.”

“Sounds like a good time.” Lily came over and brushed some of the hair from Harry’s eyes. “When do your father and I get to meet this Ginny? You’ve practically seen her every day for the last fortnight.”

“What do you mean practically?” James Potter walked into his son’s room with a small laugh. “I don’t think he’s been around for tea since he met her.” There was no bite in his words.

Harry knew his father was ecstatic that he was spending all his time with a woman, especially after Harry had told him Ginny was a redhead. James had thrown up his fist in excitement and declared, “The Potter tradition lives on!”

“I don’t know,” Harry said slowly. He and Ginny hadn’t really discussed things like meeting family.

“Have you decided what team to sign with?” James asked, tactfully changing the topic before his wife could pressure Harry any more.

Harry shook his head. “I’m leaning towards Puddlemere, though,” he admitted. “I really liked working with Wood, so I figured the rest of the team might have similar attitudes.”

James nodded. “The way you work with the team makes all the difference.” He beamed at Harry. “I’m glad you’re really thinking this through.”

The large grandfather clock in the sitting room chimed loudly, making Harry jump. “I need to go. I told Ginny I’d be at the Leaky for noon.” Harry quickly gave his both his parents a hug and ran off towards the Apparition point just outside the front door.

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Tisk. Tisk, Potter.” Ginny smirked at Harry once he sat down in the booth she had claimed. “Being late is frowned upon in the boyfriend handbook.”

“My apologies, Miss Weasley.” Harry placed a hand over his heart. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

Ginny tapped her finger against her chin. “Hmmmm. Well, for starters you can order us an extra plate of chips for the table.”

“Done,” Harry agreed easily.

“And,” Ginny continued, that little smirk expanding across her face; Harry’s heart subsequently thumped to the rhythm of a samba. “I wouldn’t say no to an apology kiss.”

“As you wish.” Harry happily leaned across the table and connect her mouth to his. It was more chaste then he’d have wanted, but Harry had never been one for public displays.

“So,” Ginny started once Harry had sat back into his seat. “Have you decided yet?”

Harry shrugged, knowing exactly what she was referring to. “I’m thinking Puddlemere.”

Ginny beamed. “They’d be perfect for you, Harry,” she exclaimed, nodding encouragingly, “And I bet you could even make it to first team this year. Their current Seeker was plagued with injuries all last season.”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, trying to prevent any blush from rising onto his cheeks. “That would be incredible,” he admitted. “But I doubt it. Being called up in my first year?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t happen.”

Ginny leaned across the table, her hand outstretched. Harry was ready for her to cup his chin, maybe give him words of encouragement and a reassuring kiss. Instead she flicked his nose and said, “Don’t be a prat.”

It was at that moment their waitress came over to take their orders. Once everything was ordered -- and Harry had made sure they’d received the extra plate of chips -- he asked, “So, why am I a prat?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and accepted the Butterbeer that arrived at the table with a thanks. “You told me you were the youngest Seeker at Ilvermorny. If that isn’t a title that can carry you into a starting position, I don’t know what is.”

Harry ran his fingers through his still messy locks. “Yeah, but this is different.”

“Yeah, but you will prove that you’re the man for the job during every training session until you’re brought up.”

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ginny placed her finger over his lips in a shushing motion. “Just say yes dear and move on, Potter.”

“Yes, dear,” Harry muttered against her finger.

Ginny smirked and moved her hand away to ruffle his hair. “Good man.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile. Ginny had this ability to bring him out of any stupor, which was just what he needed. They changed topic over to Ginny’s new dorm in Holyhead, then to what invention her brothers were currently working on. Their food was delivered and eaten and Harry and Ginny continued to talk. It amazed Harry that there was no lull in conversation, even after spending so much time together.. On the contrary, they moved with ease from one subject to the next.

“So, what do you need in London?” Harry asked, finishing the last of his Butterbeer in a final swig.

“A couple of things, actually.” Ginny placed her fork down on her plate, signifying she was done with her meal. “I need some new Muggle jeans, some warmer socks because it gets bloody cold in Holyhead, and I’ve been thinking about getting a new dress for Quidditch functions. Gwen says we should be prepared for at least four a year.”

Harry held in his groan. He didn’t have any desire to go clothing shopping. Merlin, he’d never liked shopping of any sort, well… except broom shopping with his dad, but he knew this was one of those boyfriend expectations. He knew he needed to go shopping with his girlfriend and hold her bags and sit in corner chairs that were placed throughout stores for exactly this purpose.

“Okay.” Harry hoped the smile he gave Ginny didn’t look pained. “We best get started then.”

He scooted out from his side of their booth and stood before offering Ginny a hand up. She accepted his gentlemanly gesture and used the momentum to place herself in his arms. In the process, she removed her hand from his and wrapped both arms around his neck. Then she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, and Harry immediately felt like someone had cast a Jelly-Legs Jinx on him.

Finally, Ginny pulled back, which allowed him to regain his mental processes.

“What was that for?” he asked in a gruff tone

“A pre-thank you. ” Ginny smirked; clearly, she found her effect on him rather amusing. “I figure you really don’t want to go shopping, even if it’s with me. So, I want to make sure it’s worth your while.” She started to play with the little hairs at the base of his neck. “I’m guessing that was a good preview?”

“The best.” Her ministrations were forcing Harry’s eyes to flutter shut against his will.

Ginny let out a low chuckle. “Come on, Potter. We best get going. I want to get this over with.” She regretfully removed her arms from around her boyfriend’s neck and slid one hand into his. “I’ve never been overly fond of shopping, myself.”

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Ginny snorted as Harry released a dramatic sigh through his nose. Even from within the changing room, she knew Harry was sulking in one of the “boyfriend chairs.”

She examined herself in the floor length mirror one final time. The tight fitting, knee length, black dress was perfect. It showed off her curves in all the right ways, and at the same time, wasn’t too raunchy. The way it presented her shoulders… she bit her lip. She’d never been overly fond of her creamy, freckly skin, but this dress did wonders for her.

Harry let out another sigh and a thought occurred to Ginny, one that was both terrific and a bit naughty. Let’s see if I can’t excite him a little...


“Hey, Harry?” she called through the door.


“Yeah?” Harry questioned in a jaded, muffled voice.


“I’m going to come out, and I want your opinion.” Ginny grinned at herself in the mirror. If she knew anything about Harry, and she thought she just might, this dress was bound to make an impression.


“Sure?” Harry sounded confused. She could understand why. He probably assumed she was looking for fashion advice. To be fair, if she was with one of her girlfriends, she would be looking for that kind of opinion, but right now she just wanted Harry’s thoughts. If he happened to forget how to speak in the process, who was she to complain?


She turned the knob to the small cubicle and walked out. She instantly knew she’d made the right choice; Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head, and she found that the wicked side of her was enjoying this far, far too much.... His jaw dropped comically as well, satisfying Ginny’s impish desire to blow her boyfriend’s mind.


“What do you think?” Ginny asked keeping her tone light, as she completed a slow twirl.


Harry’s focus stayed trained on her chest, even after she’d stopped twisting. Well, that answers one question about Harry, Ginny thought with a laugh. Good for future reference.


She cleared her throat. “Harry, my eyes are up here, you know.”


At the speed of sound, Harry’s attention jumped from her chest to her face. He shot her a guilty half-smile, and finally, finally she laughed out loud. Harry stood from his seat and moved in close, wrapping his arms around her waist. His fingers brushed along the fabric at her hips, and Ginny’s breath hitched.


He moved his mouth right next to her ear, and his breath played across her neck. “You look fucking incredible, Gin.” Harry pressed his lips right below her ear.


“So, I should get it?” Ginny asked, her voice coming out shaky. Oh, what this man could do to her…

They hadn’t taken their relationship all the way yet, but Ginny was starting to think the time would be upon them sooner rather than later. Sure, they’d snogged, and they had let hands wonder to extremely pleasurable lengths, but that was as far as things had gone. That was as far as Ginny had ever gone. Her past relationships had all fizzled out before anything risky could happen. After her break up with Dean Thomas in her sixth year, Ginny had moved her focus from getting a boyfriend to becoming the best Chaser Gryffindor had ever had. She’d come damn near close, second only to the legendary James Potter.


The more time she spent with Harry, though, the more she knew she’d share that with him. They’d only known each other for three weeks, but she was completely smitten, and she had little doubt Harry felt the same. Their current situation was just one example. It was slightly odd to think that although she’d dated Dean for a year and a half, she felt nowhere near as close to him as she did to Harry.


“Harry.” Ginny pulled his face up to hers with a hand on his chin. “While I go take this off and pay, could you head over to that supermarket nearby and pick up something for dinner? I thought it would be nice to have dinner in my new dorm.”


The Harpies had given her a small three-room dorm that allowed her a place to stay for less than the cost of a flat. The small sitting room and kitchen combo would be the perfect place for supper that night.


“Sure.” Harry kissed her one final time before backing out of her embrace. “Want some wine as well?”


“That sounds lovely.” Ginny smiled. “I’ll meet you outside of the store in about ten minutes.” Then she turned to change back into her own clothing. She had one more section of the store to visit, and she had a feeling Harry would love this purchase just as much as the dress. Or perhaps more.

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Harry placed the shopping bags down onto the small sofa in Ginny’s dorm. Ginny was in the small kitchen, the dinner supplies already laying about.

“Wanna turn on the wireless while I start the pasta?” Ginny asked, her back to Harry. He walked over into the small corner that held a tiny bookshelf that housed Ginny’s wireless and tapped his wand atop the small box. A gentle guitar riff started playing quietly through the speakers. Harry didn't know the song in particular, but the sentiment behind the words fit perfectly. The way artist loved the woman he was with. She was worth more than her weight in gold.

Ginny started humming along with the guitar, and it was clear that she knew and enjoyed the tune. She brought the water inside a pot to boil and added some of the pasta Harry had bought. She set a timer and placed a lid over the now-cooking noodles before waving her wand at the point to make the noodles stir themselves.

“I’m just going to bring these to my room,” Ginny noted, picking up the discarded retail bags. “Make yourself comfortable, feel free to pour us some of that wine.”

Harry went over to the kitchenette and opened the cupboards until he found two glasses suitable for their drinks.

“You know, I never thought I would be a wine drinker,” Ginny mused as she exited the attached room. “I figured with six brothers I would be a beer kind of girl, but wine just seems to hit the spot most of the time.”

“I’m more of a Firewhisky kind of bloke, myself,” Harry said as he took both glasses and gestured to the sofa. “But wine can be nice.”

Ginny smirked and accepted his offered glass as she took a seat. “Are you just saying that in hopes of getting brownie points?”

Harry faked shock, holding a hand over his heart. “I would never, Miss Weasley.” The corners of his lips twitched, though, which gave Ginny the opening she needed.

She leaned forward and set her glass down on the small table by their feet. She placed her lips right on the hollow of Harry’s ear and dropped her voice to a mere whisper, “That’s okay, you’ve already maxed out on points anyways.”

She let her mouth slide down his neck, leaving strategic kisses along her way. Ginny could hear just how labored Harry’s breathing had become as she moved across his neck to the base of his throat.

Harry finally let out a low growl and pulled Ginny into his lap. He tilted her neck, their lips were pressed against each other, as were their chests, and his hands were grasped so tightly at her hips…

A sharp ringing radiated throughout the tiny room. Ginny slowly pulled away from Harry’s intoxicating kiss. “We will continue this after dinner,” she told him, slowly running her hand across his jawline. “Remember where we left off.”

She could see the desire in Harry’s eyes. They were now darkened, markedly less green than they had been. “We better. ” Harry’s voice was a low rasp. “I don’t know if I can make it through dinner.”

Ginny let out a low chuckle. “I’ll make it worth your while.” She placed a final kiss on Harry’s slightly swollen lips and stood up to walk to stove. “Have any plans tomorrow?” she asked casually as she drained the water from the pot.

“Uh. ” Harry’s voice was still gruff. Ginny looked behind her to see he had closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly. Clearly, he was having an issue regaining control over his body, and she could see the evidence, even from this distance. “I don’t think so.”

“Good, so you’ll be free to spend the night tonight?”

Harry’s eyes shot open with surprise. He made eye contact, seeking answers, and she refused to drop his gaze in an attempt to prove what she wanted and was ready for.

“Yeah. ” Harry’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Yeah, I can spend the night.”

A small smile spread across Ginny’s mouth. “Perfect, we can discuss sleeping arrangements during dinner.” She turned her back on Harry, as he made a small choking noise. Pouring the sauce straight into the pan with the noodles she added, “With only one bed, I’m thinking it would be most practical for us to share, wouldn’t you?”

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Blinds, was Ginny’s first conscious thought as she woke. Why the fuck don’t I have blinds?

She allowed her other senses to take precedence over sight and kept her eyes shut to blinding light. She could smell the perfect woodsy aroma that reminded her of flying low on her broom when her nose almost pressed to the tip, or… Harry’s natural scent. She gently moved her head and allowed her cheek to move along a warm, yet tough surface.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly to dodge dealing with the overwhelming light of a thousand suns and took a glimpse around her new bedroom. She glanced from the mess of her hamper in the corner, the hastily-organized collection of shoes by her dresser, Harry’s right leg hanging off the side of the bed...

Ginny sat up slightly, turning her neck to look at her sleeping companion. She had been using Harry’s bare chest as a pillow, which was surprisingly very comfortable. His breathing was still slow and relaxed as he laid on his back. She now noticed how he had one arm draped around her waist and couldn’t help but grin.

Even as he slept, Harry had a small smile on his lips. She shifted her body upwards, getting her face close to his, and gently placed her lips to his. Harry’s eyes fluttered open, and it seemed he was sluggishly showing his understanding of his current situation.

A crooked grin gradually graced his lips. “Morning.” Harry leaned forward to reconnect their lips. “This is the best morning I’ve ever had.”

“Shag the man once and he becomes a sap,” Ginny teased.

“If the shoe fits,” Harry mused, then suddenly rolled over so he hovered over her. He started giving attention to Ginny’s neck, and she moaned in satisfaction. “Have you always had that lingerie?”

“No, I bought it yesterday,” Ginny explained as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ve never had a reason for it before last night.”

Harry pulled back, his eyes glassy. “Yeah?” His voice was low. The way he was looking at her made Ginny feel as if everything else in the world had faded except the two of them. “Yeah, me neither.”

And then the moment passed as Ginny’s sarcastic and overbearing sense of humor became overpowering. “You didn’t need a promiscuous set of bras and knickers before last night either, huh?”

She grinned. It had been worth it to break the very romantic moment just to see the stunned expression on Harry’s face. “What… no… I... You know what I mean, Ginny,” he complained.

Yes, she did know what he meant. She pressed her lips back to his in a brief but blazing kiss. “That I do, Potter. That I do.” Then she gave him a wicked grin. “Care to demonstrate again?”

Harry’s eyes lit up like the sky on Guy Fawkes night. “With pleasure.”
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