Scholastic still hasn't sent me any royalties, so I guess I'm still not JKR.
It was a crisp October Saturday and Harry trained his Omnioculars on Ginny as she flew past, Angelina to one side of her and Alicia on the other, the Quaffle held tightly in the crook of her elbow. He sighed as he looked at her, her face flushed with excitement and her eyes focused and fierce.
He was at Holyhead Stadium and it was the third Harpies game of the young season. Today's opponent was Appleby, who were being widely touted as serious contenders for the British Cup this season.
Angelina deflected a Bludger with the head of her broom as the three Chasers approached the goals. Harry focused in tightly on Ginny to see if she would use the scoring move she had developed during her seventh year at Hogwarts. As he watched, she rolled her broom over, and hanging upside down shot the Quaffle under the startled Keeper's broom and uselessly flailing arms. The ball whizzed through the center hoop and the crowd went wild.
"Weasley scores!" the announcer boomed. "That's her fourth goal already today, and the Harpies lead 70 to 10."
Ginny, Angie and Alicia were being praised as the finest Chaser line in England, perhaps even all of Europe. The two bigger women kept opposing players and errant Bludgers away from Ginny, whose scoring prowess had impressed everyone who watched her play. That had been her 29th goal of the season and it was only the third game. The Harpies had demolished their first two opponents and the sports writers were already saying that a perfect season might be in the cards. In their first two games, the Harpies had scored so many goals that they would have won even if their opponents had captured the Snitch.
Harry followed Ginny as she sped towards the opposite goal. He smirked a little to himself and charmed his Omnioculars to the highest power and focused in on Ginny's shapely, muscular rear end, encased inside her very tight Quidditch trousers.
He whimpered a little as he watched her cheeks flex as she tightened her thighs around her broomstick. He was ardently hoping that those same thighs would be wrapped around his waist tonight.
"OI!" Ron said, pushing Harry on the shoulder. "Are you staring at our baby sister's bum, Potter?"
The other four Weasley brothers all grinned at him.
"No, I was staring at Angie's," he said, looking directly at George who sputtered a bit.
"You keep those wandering eyes of yours off my woman's bum, Harry, you understand!"
"Well, I'll just have to concentrate on Ginny's then," Harry laughed. "Alicia's married, so it wouldn't be proper to stare at hers."
They all grumbled a bit at him, but then raised their own Omnioculars and returned to watching the game.
Harry sighed a little. He regarded all the Weasley brothers as he would his own brothers, had he had any. However, Ginny was still their 'baby' sister, and Harry's relationship with her could be a touchy subject at times. Neither he nor Ginny had told them yet that they were lovers now, rather than just boyfriend and girlfriend. He suspected that they suspected as much, (some of them, anyway) but felt his life expectancy would be longer if he didn't actually admit to the fact.
Harry still could get hard remembering their first time, over the Easter holidays in his bed at Grimmauld Place. However, she wouldn't spend the night and Flooed home afterwards.
"I...I just can't stay all night, Harry," she'd sobbed softly. "Not yet. I know I'm of age, but I just can't. Mum still needs us all."
Harry had accepted her reasoning, and they had the opportunity to make love twice more before she had to return to school. Harry had rented a room at The Three Broomsticks during the April Hogsmeade visit and they had a wonderful afternoon delight. And they had managed a quick shag in the changing rooms after the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Quidditch game in May.
Harry had hoped that Ginny would move in with him once she finished school, but despite landing the starting position with the Harpies, she remained at home at the Burrow and it was simply not possible for Harry to stay with her there.
It wasn't as if she didn't visit him often or that the sex didn't keep getting better and better, but Harry was a little frustrated that he wasn't able to have her next to him all night and wake up with her in the morning.
"I want to stay with you, Harry," she'd tell him often. "But, I, well, I just don't feel comfortable enough to do so. Not yet. I know, I know, I'm eighteen, my brothers are openly living with their girlfriends, but, I don't want them mad at you, I don't want them giving you a hard time. And they would, you know they would."
"Can't you just tell them to bugger off?" Harry had snapped in frustration a couple nights ago after another amazing round of sex. "I love you, Gin, and I want you with me. All the time."
"They still think I'm innocent," she'd smiled, as she happily stroked her very well-shagged pussy. "Well, some of them, anyway. I'd like to break the fact that I'm a scarlet woman to them gently. It's really not them, Harry, you know that. I don't give a good damn what they think or say about us. It's Mum. I'm the youngest, the only girl. She just keeps telling me that it makes me different. Special."
"You are special," Harry had said, kissing her sweetly. "To me. I'm sorry to be such a noodge, Gin, but when do you think you'll be ready to come live with me?"
"I just don't know, Harry," she'd sniffled. "I want to, but I don't want to hurt Mum. She's still missing Fred, and, well, since I look and act a lot like him and George, she just doesn't want to let me go. I want to live with you, Harry, I do. Actually, I'd like to marry you. Eventually."
"I like the sound of that," Harry had agreed, kissing her. "It's just that your brothers' hypocrisy pisses me off, especially Ron and George."
Ginny had nodded as she reluctantly got out of bed and gathered for her clothes.
"Well, Angie has been with George almost since the battle ended, they both just needed each other. And they still do, really. I agree about Ron and Hermione, though. But, since her parents decided to stay in Australia, she really didn't have anywhere else to stay other than with us when she wasn't at Hogwarts. Still, I gripe at Mum once in a while, asking her why Hermione living with Ron is any more acceptable than me living with you would be."
"What does she say?" Harry had asked, watching her wiggle sexily into her skimpy knickers.
"Hermione isn't her daughter," Ginny had griped. "And she's all alone here now. And it's just different for boys than for girls. I want to live with you, Harry, wake up next to you in the morning, I really do. But, I can't, not just yet."
Harry pulled himself from his musings and watched as Ginny intercepted an Appleby pass and rocketed towards the goals, then at the last moment dropped a pass to Alicia, who scored easily through the left hoop.
"And another goal for the Harpies!" the announced yelled. "That's Spinett's third goal of the game and the Harpies lead 100 to 20."
Harry focused his Omnioculars on Ginny's rear end again, the memories of how it felt in his hands as he'd massage it while she was straddling him and driving herself down onto him almost painfully hard, panting and grunting, her lust-filled eyes staring into his. He loved how tight and firm it was, especially when she was in the throes of orgasm.
As the game progressed the Harpies piled up the score and Harry continued to admire Ginny's beautiful behind through his Omnioculars, naughtily focusing in tightly to that wonderful space between the top of her thighs.
Harry gasped. It had to be his imagination but he could swear Ginny was slowly rubbing herself up and down along her broom handle. Her thighs were tight around the broom - they had to be for her to do that rolling shot - and her sex was naturally pressed tightly to the thick wooden shaft as well.
Harry reduced the magnification a little and looked at her face.
He couldn't stop his grin as he saw she was biting her lower lip just like she did when she was ready to come when they made love. Her movements were slow and subtle, but Harry had absolutely no doubt that she was close to an orgasm.
The score was 200 to 30 when the Seekers spotted the Snitch. Despite having better position, Adams, the Arrows' Seeker, couldn't grab it cleanly and Morgana Jones, Gwenog's cousin, snatched it literally from between his fingers.
The crowd went wild and the rest of the players zoomed over to congratulate Morgana. Harry watched Ginny and his smile grew wider as she slithered back and forth a few times and came. There was no doubt about it in Harry's mind, he'd seen that look on her face often enough the last several weeks to know that she was in the throes of a very strong, pleasurable orgasm.
"Unbelievable!" Harry thought, recalling vividly how it felt when Ginny came, clenching around him. "I'm the exclusive lover of a witch who brings herself off in front of 25,000 people and I'm the only one who knows!"
Harry had a sudden, distressing thought.
"Good Gods! I hope I'm the only one that knows!"
Harry and the Weasley boys went down to the changing room entrance to congratulate the players. Ginny ran up to Harry and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him passionately.
"OI!" her brothers shouted in unison.
"Get a room, you two," Charlie growled.
"We will!" Ginny grinned, jumping down and grabbing Harry's hand. "Come on, Harry, you can wash my back!"
"None of that now, Potter," Charlie growled. "If there are any backs being washed, it'll be me washing Gwenog's!"
"What do you mean?" George snorted. "It'll be me and Angie!"
Ginny smirked at them. "That means you both get to see me naked, you know."
Charlie grimaced. "Oh, Gin, that's just wrong. We'll just ALL stay out here, won't we Harry?"
Ginny gave Harry another hot kiss and went into the changing room.
"I thought you were bringing Harry," Angelina asked with a big grin.
Ginny sighed just a bit at her sister Chaser's superb body. She was tall and lithe and muscular and her ebony skin was glistening with sweat. Ginny was proud of her body, but since she was barely five foot five, her figure was modest compared to most of her teammates.
"The prats bullied him out of it," Ginny growled peeling off her jersey, then, removing her boots. "George and Charlie said they would come in and wash you and Gwenog." She grinned as she removed her bra.
"I've given strict orders that NO Weasley males be allowed into the changing room." Gwenog said, walking up to the pair wearing nothing but a smile and a towel slung over her shoulder. "Harry's different. Is he good in the sack?"
Ginny sputtered and blushed as most of her teammates snickered at her.
"I think he's just wonderful," Ginny finally managed to say, shoving her Quidditch trousers down and off her legs. "I don't have anyone else to compare him with, though, unlike the rest of this gang of tarts. This team's name should be the Holyhead Harlots."
Ginny was grinning at her teammates who hooted with laughter.
"You looked really great out there today, Ginny, you really did," Gwenog said, hugging the younger girl and squeezing her bum. "If sex with Harry is why you're so damn good, I'll hire him as your personal trainer."
Ginny smiled and hugged her captain back, shivering just a little at how sensual it was holding the naked woman tightly to her. Ginny didn't think she'd ever actually do it - make love to another woman - but if she did, she wanted it to be Gwenog. Ginny knew that Gwenog swung both ways, or had in the past; she made no secret of it. Right now, though, she was actually sleeping with her brother Charlie, to Ginny's total chagrin and the rest of her brothers' jealous disbelief. Gwenog was a widely regarded as one of the sexiest witches in Britain.
Her captain squeezed Ginny's bum once more, then Gwenog and Angie headed off to the showers, arms over each other's shoulders. Ginny softly and slowly rubbed herself between her legs before peeling her sodden knickers down her hips and thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She wondered what Gwenog would say if she knew that she'd brought herself off during the game?
Ginny showered, shampooed, dried off and dressed. A couple of teammates had pinched her bottom in the showers, but that was all. She knew these two teammates were confirmed dedicated lesbians, but they never did anything more than tease her a little.
She followed the rest of the team out of the changing room and saw that her brothers and Harry were still there waiting along with numerous other fans. A surprisingly large number of them were there to see her and clamored for her autograph, which she gave with a happy smile.
A large number of young, barely pubescent teenage boys were among her admirers, all of them wearing tee shirts with Ginny's face on them and bright red letters advertising the 'Ginny Weasley Fan Club.' Ginny had been both pleased and chagrined after the last game to discover that she actually had a fan club. Several asked her for dedications like 'To my favorite fan,' and 'With my deepest love.' Two slightly older boys actually asked her to go out with them. She smiled and graciously declined, pleading a prior commitment.
"No autograph for me, Miss Weasley, ma'am?" Harry teasingly whined when the crowd had finally dispersed.
"Only if you're good," Ginny said, kissing him deeply.
All of her brothers gave them an "OI!"
"Will you lot bugger off and leave us alone?" Ginny snapped. "Does Harry make noises when he sees you sucking your girl's face into your mouth?"
"Don't be such a git, Weasley," Gwenog said, punching Charlie in the shoulder. "You do anything to your sister that affects her game and I'll leave you, Charlie, after I've fed you to one of your dragons."
Charlie almost said 'Yes, dear,' but managed to swallow his reply.
"Well, what's next, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Dinner," Harry replied, pulling her into a hug.
"We'll join you," her brothers all offered.
"Sorry," Harry smirked. "It's a very exclusive place and you have to have a reservation."
They left the stadium and he apparated himself and Ginny to his bedroom at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
"We're not going out?" Ginny smiled, licking her lips.
"We can later, but first..."
Their clothes were soon shed and they were entwined on Harry's bed.
"Did you really bring yourself off during the game?" Harry asked as he placed a kiss on the inside of Ginny's right thigh.
"You saw me?"
"I did," he smiled, kissing her other thigh and making her whimper. "What were thinking about when you came?"
"You," she gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair as his tongue circled her clit.
"Really?" Harry was immensely pleased.
"Who, or what else would I think about, Harry?" She mewed as his tongue slipped inside her. "I wasn't joking about washing my back today, you know. Gwenog's said it's alright for you to do it. Once, anyway."
"Maybe next game," Harry mumbled, as he continued to probe the hot, slick confines of her sex.
Ginny just settled back and enjoyed Harry's exquisite oral technique. She wondered how he had become such an expert, but realized that she really didn't have anyone to compare him to. Harry had sworn back during Easter holidays that he was just as much a virgin as she was, so she had to assume it was natural talent on Harry's part.
Harry rolled her over onto her stomach and continued his assault on her. The different angle had his tongue touching her in places that he usually missed and Ginny was shivering as she felt her orgasm starting to build quickly.
"Harry, want you!"
"I'm going to be your broomstick and you can ride me," he growled. "Scoot your knees up, pretend you're on your broom."
Ginny wasn't sure what he was intending but quickly obeyed, bringing her knees up towards her breasts and leaning forward on her elbows, her arse sticking up in the air.
"Spread your legs a little wider," Harry ordered and as she did so she found his legs thrust in between hers, his feet ending up near her face. She then felt him poking around her rear hole.
"Harry, no, not that," she cried. They'd never had anal sex, although they both admitted they were interested in trying. But, not tonight.
"No, no. Sorry, it's a tricky angle here and, oh, yes. How's that!"
Ginny could only moan as he slid inside her. He was right about the angle. It was different from anything else, even the classic doggie-style that they'd experimented with a few times.
"Harry! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Harry!"
Harry wanted to agree but he couldn't get his mouth to work. Being inside Ginny was always amazing, but this new position was practically beyond belief.
"Rock back on me! I'm your broom!"
Ginny did so, gasping as his cock stroked her most sensitive spots in a whole new way. Harry was gasping as well as he watched his cock slide in and out of his lover. Being able to see the sex act from his cock's point of view, as it were, was as erotic a vision Harry as had ever imagined. Watching Ginny's sex part and close as she rocked on him had Harry getting even harder, something he hadn't thought possible.
"Touch me! Harry!"
Harry tried, but his arms weren't long enough.
"Can't reach! Fuck! Ginny!"
Ginny grabbed her wand and cast a Jellylegs spell on Harry's right leg. He stared as she twisted it into an impossible angle and forced his foot underneath her, shivering as he felt her soft hair and hot, wet sex press onto his foot. With the delicious pressure on her clit now, it took Ginny only a few more strokes before she came harder than she ever had before.
"Now! Harry! Please!"
The sinuous undulations of Ginny's channel along his shaft nearly gave Harry a heart attack, but he managed to somehow hold back his release.
"NO!" Harry shouted, grabbing her hips hard and keeping her rocking on him. "Another! I want another!"
"Please, Harry! I...I can't! I need it! Please!"
"One more!" he demanded, suddenly slapping her pale, freckled right cheek very sharply.
"Harry! Fuck! Please!" Ginny wasn't sure she could take any more.
"Come for me, Gin! Come again!" He demanded as he slapped her bottom again and again, drawing hisses of painful pleasure from her lips as her cheeks became pink, then red from his blows.
"Harry, Harry, please, please, please...Oh, fuck! HARRY!"
Ginny almost passed out this time as her second orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave. Her body felt as if it was literally shaking itself apart with pleasure.
"Ginny! Yes!" Harry shouted as he came hard exploding deep inside his lover, his seed filling her in thick warm strands. He couldn't have held back if he had wanted to.
The couple continued to thrust and rock, moaning as they tried to keep the orgasm from fading, but after a few minutes Ginny simply collapsed onto Harry's legs and lay still, panting as if she'd just run ten laps around the Pitch.
"I'm dead, dead and in paradise," Harry groaned, softly rubbing her abused cheeks. "Sorry about the spanking..."
"Don't be," Ginny mumbled. "Gods, Harry. I've never experienced anything like this. I never even dreamed that I could have an orgasm like this, let alone two in a row."
"If you'd live with me, we could do this all the time," Harry said, immediately regretting his whiney tone.
"I'm sorry, Gin. I didn't mean to sound so harsh, so whiney."
Ginny rolled off his legs and laid on her back, her head on the pillow, smiling at him.
"Ah, my leg, Gin," Harry reminded her as he tried to move to join her.
Ginny snickered and cancelled the spell. As Harry lay down next to her, she rolled over and tossed her left leg over his, pressing her wet, warm sex against him and making him shudder as she rubbed herself along his thigh.
"I love you, Harry," she cried. "I swear I'll move in with you soon. I just have to...to work a couple things out in my head. Mostly how I'm going to tell Mum."
"I don't want to cause trouble between you and your family, Ginny, you know that," Harry said sincerely, kissing her warmly.
"Let me talk with some of my brothers' partners. If I can get their support, then my brothers won't give us any trouble. If they know what's good for them!"
"I don't want any bloodshed either, Ginny," Harry joked.
Ginny snickered. "Nothing that will leave permanent marks, I promise. Now, just hold me, kiss me. Gods, Harry, I never dreamed that sex would be this amazing!"
"Neither did I, but, well, you're an inspiration to me, Gin," Harry said, hugging her tightly.
"I like that, Harry. Let me know if I ever stop inspiring you, love, and I'll try even harder. I love you."
They fell asleep and it was nearly midnight before they woke up. Ginny sadly got up and started to dress.
"I promise, Harry, I'll be with you soon. Just give me a little time," she sighed as she slipped her knickers up and settled them on her hips, wiggling a little for Harry's enjoyment.
Harry groaned, then, smirked as he began to harden again.
"You can't leave yet," he joked, pointing at his erection.
"I couldn't possible shag again tonight, Harry," Ginny said honestly as she fastened her bra and plumped her breasts a little, drawing another moan of lustful want from him.
"Is something hurting, Harry?" She asked with a saucy grin.
"Yes, my John Thomas and he needs a soft, warm, wet place to snuggle into to get better."
"Tomorrow, Harry, I promise," Ginny said as she pulled her jeans up, then, pulled on her shirt.
She leaned over his supine, naked form and kissed him deeply.
"I love you, Harry. We'll be together before too much longer, I promise."
"John needs a kiss, too, you know," Harry grinned.
Ginny wrapped her lips around the wide, red head of Harry's cock and swirled her tongue around it a few times, then reluctantly backed away.
"I'll see you tomorrow at brunch, right?" she asked, her eyes still bright with lust. "And I promise that we'll shag tomorrow, too."
"I'll be there, don't worry. I love you, Gin, you know I do."
"I love you too, Harry. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Ginny went down to the Floo in the parlor, tossed in a pinch of Floo Powder and said, "The Burrow." She stumbled out into the Burrow's kitchen, finding her mother still sitting up at the table, obviously waiting for her.
"Hello, Mum," she said, hoping she didn't smell too much of sex. "Why are you still up?"
"Just waiting for you, dear," her mother said. "Did you and Harry have a nice dinner?"
Ginny was suddenly very hungry, they hadn't gotten around to eating.
"It was fine," she said blandly. "I'm tired. Good night, Mum."
"What have you and Harry been doing, dear? It's after midnight."
Ginny exploded. "Do you ask Ron and Hermione what they've been doing? Or Charlie and Gwenog? Or Percy and Audrey? I'm eighteen years old, Mum, and in love. What the bloody hell do you think we were doing?"
"There's no need to swear, Ginny. I sincerely hope you're not doing THAT!" Her mother huffed. "Harry's a wonderful boy; you know how much your father and I love him. But, you're still so young, Ginny. You two have all the rest of your lives in front of you, no need to hurry things."
Ginny just rolled her eyes and said goodnight again, then went upstairs to her room. She glared a bit at the door across from hers and the sounds of passionate sex emanating from it.
"I wish fucking Charlie would remember the fucking Silencing charm," she grumbled as she cast it herself. The last thing she wanted to hear was her team captain moaning about how big Charlie was and how wonderful his cock felt inside her.
They usually went to her place, but Charlie liked flaunting her in front of his brothers at Sunday brunch. Gwenog didn't seem to mind, which surprised Ginny and a number of her teammates as well. Gwenog was usually so in control, but she seemed positively smitten with Charlie right now.
Ginny went into her room, frowning as she heard the bed in Percy's room above her scraping on the floor and banging against the wall.
"Twelve outstanding N.E.W.T.S., and the prat can't cast a proper Imperturbable charm," Ginny snarled to herself as she stripped and put her bathrobe on. She needed a soak anyway; her pussy was actually feeling a bit tender. And by the time she was finished, hopefully Percy and Audrey would be as well.
She liked Audrey, she really did. She was simply perfect for Percy. Ginny had always thought of Percy as rather sexless, but he'd been shagging Audrey for over a year now, and had apparently lived with Penelope Clearwater for nearly two years before she moved to France. Percy and Audrey had recently become officially engaged, which apparently made their behavior acceptable in her mother's eyes.
"I'm not going to make Harry propose to me simply so we can have sex here at the Burrow," Ginny promised herself as she filled the tub. "As Mum said, we have plenty of time."
Ginny eased herself into the hot water, sighing a bit as much of the tension in her muscles, including those in her pelvis, relaxed. She had had to use some muscles tonight that she'd never used before during their sex. She softly stroked herself, shivering slightly with the memory of her two amazingly intense orgasms. She'd had as many as five with Harry, but these two were in a category by themselves.
She drifted off and awoke with a start as Hermione opened the door.
"Oh, Ginny! I'm sorry," her bushy-haired friend said. "Sorry, but, well, I really need to go."
"I'll close my eyes," Ginny sighed and did so while Hermione relieved herself. She washed her hands, then taking a washcloth and parting the front of her robe, cleaned between her thighs. Ginny simply grunted with annoyance.
"Sorry," Hermione said again, her face red. "Men are so messy sometimes."
"Tell me about it," Ginny growled. "Does Ron at least put clean sheets on every day?"
"That's rude, Ginny!" Hermione snapped. "What business is it of yours? Does Harry?"
"Always," Ginny said. "Of course, he has Kreacher to do the laundry. I wonder sometimes if Mum would still wash my linens if I was sleeping here with Harry."
"I'm sorry you're in a bad mood, Ginny," Hermione said softly. "For what it's worth, I very much wish Harry could stay here with you. I hardly see him anymore except at brunch here."
"I was in a great mood until I got home," Ginny continued to grouse as she got up from the tub. She couldn't help snickering as Hermione lowered her eyes and blushed.
"We've seen each other naked for years, Hermione, but you still blush every time. Do you blush when Ron looks at you?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted. "It's just how I was raised. Your body is so nice, Ginny, so strong and sleek. I feel all soft and flabby when I see you."
Ginny embarrassed Hermione more by pulling her into a hug and pressing her wet, naked body against Hermione's. Hermione was naked under her bathrobe and squeaked as Ginny teasingly squeezed her buttocks.
Hermione squealed. "Ginny!"
"Sorry, changing room humor," Ginny said, squeezing her one more time. "I don't mean to take my anger out on you, Hermione. Harry wants me to move in with him and I really, really want to. But, Mum..."
Hermione hugged Ginny softly. "If I can help you in any way, let me know. You and Harry truly belong together. I promise that if you do move in with him, I'll make Ron behave himself. I think his attitude, and his brothers', is the epitome of hypocrisy."
"Is Ron a good lover?" Ginny asked. Hermione blushed but found her voice.
"I think he is, but, just like you and Harry, I have no one else to compare him with. It's a rare night I don't have at least one orgasm with him."
She smirked and squeezed Ginny's firm cheeks. "Tonight, I had three!"
Ginny squeaked and smacked her hands. "I didn't ask to hear any details, you know. Well, I think I'll sneak down to the kitchen a grab a snack. I'm sorry for snapping at you, Hermione."
"I forgive you," Hermione smiled. "I don't need to ask if Harry's a good lover. All those times I've seen you Floo in from his place, the smile on your face told me all I needed to know."
Ginny raided the icebox, then, went to bed. Percy and Audrey woke her up around dawn, though, when they decided to shag each other awake.
"Bloody buggering hell," Ginny groaned as she pulled her pillow over her head and cast a Muffliato around it.
"Gin!" Ron called through her door a few hours later. "Mum said for me to get you up. Come on, she won't let any of us eat until you're down."
"I'm up, I'm up," Ginny growled. "What would you do if I said I didn't feel like eating this morning?"
"That's not funny, Ginny," Ron said. "Come on, hurry up. Sex really builds up an appetite. But, well, you wouldn't know about that yet, would you?"
"Certainly not," Ginny said, holding in her laugh.
Ginny got up and dressed, brushed her hair and ran up to the loo to pee and brush her teeth. She came down to the kitchen and found all her brothers and their partners there, but no Harry.
"Where's Harry?" She asked her mother.
"Oh, he Flooed earlier, dear, while you were in the shower. He said Kingsley called him into the office, but he's promised to be here this afternoon if he can. Please, Ginny, have a seat so we can get started."
"We were going to the zoo." Ginny moped.
"I'm sure he'll be here as soon as possible, dear. Please, sit down."
Ginny sat down next to Fleur. The lovely part-Veela smiled at her.
"How's your bun?" Ginny asked, causing Fleur to pink up very prettily. She had just told everyone last week that she was pregnant. It was a good thing Bill was as laid back as he was, considering the ribbing he had taken from his brothers.
"I zink ze morning sick is done, zank you," Fleur smiled. "I am zorry zat 'Arry is not 'ere for you zis morning. It is 'ard when ze one you love 'as to be gone. I know I miss Beell terribly when 'e is traveling for Gringotts."
"Well, Gin-Gin," her oldest brother smirked. "Maybe you can ask one of your admirers from the stadium yesterday to go out with you. That one, what was his name, Hartwick? He couldn't stop drooling at you. Just like Harry."
Ginny stood up, threw her glass of juice into Bill's face and stormed out the back door, swearing and cursing under her breath.
"I was trying to be funny," Bill said to the table.
"Obviously you failed," Hermione observed cooly.
"Beell!" Fleur snapped. "Zat was uncalled for, mon mari. Geenee is in love wizz 'Arry and 'e loves 'er! 'E does not drool over 'er, 'ow could you say zat!"
Bill protested. "I was just trying to cheer her up! You know a little sports groupie humor."
"I didn't think she was that much in love with him!" George said.
"Then you must have lost an eye as well as an ear, you prat," Angelina said, smacking him on the back of the head.
She got up and went out the back door, followed by Fleur, then Hermione, Audrey and Gwenog.
Molly just shook her head and glowered at her sons.
Ginny was throwing stones into the pond when Angie and Fleur showed up. Fleur hugged her sister-in-law, Ginny resisting at first but quickly relenting, then starting to sniffle.
"Beell did not mean to zound zo cruel, Geenee," Fleur said, stroking her hair. "You know 'e would never do anyzing to 'urt you on purpose."
"I know," Ginny sobbed. "It's just not fair, and Harry having to go to work was just the last straw. Our sex last night was so amazing that it took all my energy to get dressed and Floo home. I wanted so badly to stay with him."
"Your mother is just going to have to accept the fact that you're your own woman now, Ginny," Angelina told her as she took her teammate's hand. "I know you don't want to hurt her, but Harry has to come first."
"I just don't want the 'scarlet woman' talk," Ginny stewed. "The 'proper young women didn't do that in my day' bit. It's fine for all of you, you aren't Mum's daughter. I'm trying to figure out how to tell my mother that she's as big a hypocrite as any of my brothers and not hurt her too badly."
"You may just have to hurt her, Ginny," Audrey said. "My parents weren't happy with me when I started living with Percy, but there was nothing for me to feel guilty about since we hadn't lost anyone like you did with Fred. That's the problem, right?"
"Pretty much," Ginny sighed. "I understand why Mum wants me around, but that doesn't explain why she won't let Harry stay with me."
"You're the girl," Hermione said. "I got that from my mother after I wrote her that I was living with Ron. But, I didn't have to look her in the eye when I told her what I was doing."
"I'll let you live in the dorms at Holyhead," Gwenog said. "I'll even let Harry stay with you whenever you want. But, you don't really want to do that, do you?"
"No. I want to be able to stay with Harry wherever we happen to end up for the night. Thank you all, I think I've recovered."
The women returned and brunch proceeded peacefully as Ginny and Bill apologized to each other.
"You know I didn't mean anything, Gin," Bill said. "I guess I just don't appreciate how much you miss Harry at times like this."
"If you and Harry do become a couple, dear," her mother reminded her, "you'll need to get used to this once Harry's a full-fledged Auror."
"I'm prepared for that, Mum," Ginny said. "I know what Aurors are required to do. Harry and I ARE a couple, Mum. I don't understand why you can't accept that."
"Once you've formalized your relationship, I'll happily accept you being a couple," her mother huffed. Ginny refrained from pointing out that other than Bill and Percy her brothers had done nothing to 'formalize' their relationship with their partner.
As the meal ended, a Ministry owl arrived with a message from Harry, asking Ginny to join him at the Ministry at three. She lounged around the house, reading and chatting, until it was time.
She Flooed to the Ministry atrium, finding Harry talking with Kingsley.
"I apologize for taking Harry away from you," Kingsley said. "But, we needed his insight on a few things. You two enjoy the rest of the day."
They went to the zoo, then, had dinner at a very nice Muggle restaurant. She always told Harry he didn't have to spend money on her to keep her happy, but he always answered that he had no one else to spend it on but her.
They returned to Grimmauld Place and after dinner had settled, retired to his bedroom where, once they were naked, Ginny straddled him and was soon bouncing up and down on him, her face in a blissful smile at feeling him so hard and thick inside her.
"I love the way your boobs bounce when you're on top, Gin," Harry leered as he fondled her firm, small breasts.
"I like the way your bollocks bang against my arse when you put my legs over your shoulders," Ginny leered back. "Oh, fuck, yes! Harry! I...I...I'm almost...almost..."
Ginny came with a howl, her muscles rippling along Harry's shaft. He tried to hold back but couldn't, moaning as he exploded deep inside his lover as she continued to ride him, her face flushed and her expression blissful.
Ginny continued her ride for a few more minutes, then, collapsed on his chest, panting and gasping.
"I'm glad I'm an athlete and can fuck you like this, Potter," she growled, kissing him savagely.
"I've taken to working out in the gym at lunch so I can please you more, you redheaded wanton," Harry growled back, biting her lip and squeezing her cheeks hard.
They managed another shag before Ginny had to dress and go home. As she gave Harry a goodbye kiss, she took his sticky, flaccid penis in her hand and smirked.
"Did John enjoy the soft, warm, wet places he got to snuggle in tonight?"
"Pretty much," Harry grinned, "but he says he needs to visit them more often, just to be sure."
Ginny Flooed home and as usual, her mother was waiting in the kitchen for her.
"Did you and Harry enjoy the rest of your day, dear?"
"Very much," Ginny grumbled. "Mum, I'm going to get my own place."
"Why?" her mother asked, her eyes getting misty. "You know you can stay here as long as you want. I'd miss you, Ginny. I'd miss you so terribly if you moved out."
"It's not like I wouldn't visit most every day, Mum! Please, don't do this to me!"
"Your father and I would be truly all alone if you moved out," her mother sobbed.
"Mum, stop! That's not really true, and you know it," Ginny said, trying to keep the anger and frustration out of her voice. She loved her mother, loved her dearly, but she was a grown woman now and in love.
"Other than the two weeks I was in training camp and that one night at Hermione's flat," Ginny said, remembering with horror the lurid noises from Hermione's bedroom that still haunted her sleep, "I've been here every night. And in all that time, there haven't been more than three or four nights that there wasn't at least one of my brothers and his lover here as well. I'm eighteen, Mum! I'd like to be able to invite my teammates over, friends from school, party all night! I can't do that here."
"You're still so young," her mother persisted. "I can't lose you, too, like I've lost all my sons."
"They aren't lost, Mum!" Ginny shouted. "They're here all the time! Just because I wouldn't be sleeping here regularly, doesn't mean I'd forget you, that I'd stop loving you! I miss Fred, too, Mum, I still miss him every day, but I'm not him and I need you to let me go."
Her mother sobbed and sadly walked up to her bedroom, leaving Ginny feeling like a heartless troll.