Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.
Author's Note: Had this story completed forever, and even had it posted for a while. But it wasn't good enough yet, so it's revised. Will be a short story. I guess you can call this a prequel to my story "Birth of Their Fist Born Son". As Always, Read, review, and enjoy. Love from Louise
`~Jack Daniels~`
"Bar tender, another round of shots for my team mates!" I shouted to the very handsome muggle man behind the counter.
"Oh God, Ginny, I don't know if I can take another!" Gwen said to me.
"Don't be a pussy. I'll take two!" Gabby called.
Tonight we are celebrating. We have won the Quidditch World Cup and at the ceremony, I was named MVP. I have work the past three years to get here. And it's finally mine. I am hoping after this, I'll get named captain.
So, to get rid of the press, we decided that we needed to go to muggle London to celebrate. So we are at a local club, letting lose. Harry insisted to escort me here with my team mates. Apparently I can't be trusted to drink alone.
He was standing in the corner, looking out of place. Whatever, this is my night, and I am going to party with my girls.
"What are you lovely birds celebrating'" The bartender asked.
"We just won, don't you understand?" Said a very drunk Cassidy. Then she giggled. "You so fucking hot."
"Cassidy, be nice to the young man!" I slurred.
"What did you win?" He said placing the shots on the counter. "Football game?"
"Wha- No!" I put my hand over Cassidy's mouth. "Yes!"
"Then here, let me drink with you." He said pouring himself a shot.
"To the Harpies!" I yelled.
"Harpies!" and we knocked back our drinks.
We were on the dance floor, parting as much as possible because in six short weeks, we start training again.
The more I danced, the more I sweat, and the faster my buzz was wearing off. I tried to get Harry to dance with me.
"I'm here to take care of you Ginny. So go have fun" as his excuse. He wouldn't dance. He just sat in the booth watching me all night. Fine. I needed another shot anyways…
I easily slipped through the dancing crowd full of my team mates and their boyfriends and life partners. I knew Harry was still watching. It was easy to feel his intense gaze on me. I stepped off the dance floor and made my way back to the bar.
"Jack Daniels" I ordered.
I tried to hide my disgust as his eyes roamed over me. "Coming' right up, miss," he leered. It was a swift moment before he was holding out my drink. He looked ready to say something, but someone at the other end of the bar called his attention.
I took my shot, but then felt a hard body pressing into my back. I didn't have to turn to know who it was. Arms stretched out, and hands set on the bar, left one containing a gold band. I was caged, and I wasn't about to complain.
"Go play with the other husbands and partners…" I slur.
Harry's hands left the counter and took a firm hold of my waist. A heat rushed through my body, almost making me gasp. "Come on. We're going home. You are way too drunk to function right now." he nipped at my ear.
"Is he bothering you, miss?" the bartender asked, glaring at the Harry behind me.
I couldn't hold back a giggle. "Oh, no. My husband is always like this when he's ready to take me." I teased. The bar tender suddenly made the connection, and then looked scared that he had been checking out some man's wife.
There was a growl in my ear, and I felt him pulling at me. "Let's go". He took my hand and pulled me away from the bar. His arm wrapped securely around my shoulder as he took me to the side door, and into an empty hall that led out to the back door. He stopped walking, and pulled me firmly against him. He disapparated.
My feet hit the floor, and I instantly recognized the living room of our flat.
His lips were on mine before I could think. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and responded immediately. I felt his hand grab my ass, a rumble coming from his throat.
Merlin, he was sexy.
A little moan escaped my own lips. He slowed the kiss, like he was taking his time to memorize me. I pulled away from the kiss, but stayed in his grip. I smiled at him, licking my lips once quick. "Jack Daniels and I are best friends." I giggle. "Do you want to have sex?" I asked.
"Yes," he said smiling at me.
I tilted my head. Feeling like an innocent teenager, I ask: "Why?"
He pulled me even closer. He grabbed my left hand, showing me my ring. "Because, as your husband, it's my right! You are mine, Ginevra Weasley!" He started to bite and kiss my neck.
I squeal with delight. "That's Mrrssss Potter to you, mister!"
Oh fuck I was drunk.
I dropped my hand from his chest to the belt in his jeans. I listened to him suck in a breath before I continued.
A low moan escaped his lips again. He began to push against me, and slowly pressed me into the wall. He pressed into me firmly, letting me feel every hard muscle in his body. With the hand in my hair, he turned my head slightly. His lips continued their marks on my neck.
I let out another moan. I took a hold of his hair and pressed his lips closer to my skin. His response was to bite a little harder.
I was starting to feel the real effects of the alcohol and starting to feel sleepy. Damn you, Jack Daniels. Luckily, it was easy to get him to speed things along. "Harry," I murmured, stroking his hair gently.
His lips refused to leave my skin, so his response was muffled. "What?" I almost giggled.
I leaned forward a small bit, and took his ear between my teeth, and nipped carefully. "I'm ready for you. Can you do something about it?" I asked sweetly. Harry was never one to refuse me of anything.
He finally pulled away from my neck, and his eyes roamed over my body. He lifted the shirt from my head, discarding it on the floor. His hands reached down to my skirt, and shoved it up my waist.
He pressed his forehead against mine, his hot breath against my face. "You are amazing."
Then he caught my bottom lip with his teeth. He bit softly before it turned into a rough and passionate kiss. It burnt through me, and I loved it. I threw my arms around him as he brought one of my legs to wrap around his waist. He then grabbed my other leg to do the same. I locked my ankles to keep myself wrapped around him. He pressed me harder into the wall, so I rubbed against the obvious bulge in his jeans.
He broke the kiss with a grunt, and was panting. Keeping his lips near mine, he looked down at me. I tried to regain my own breath. My chest was heaving too. I looked at him; his hair was messed, looking like he'd just gotten out of bed. His lips were red from the kisses, and he had too many clothes on.
I grabbed at the collar of his shirt, and then begin to tug at one of the buttons of the shirt I leaned forward and took hold of the button with my teeth. Then with a skill that I never intended to gain, I slid the button through the small hole. To save time, I undid the rest of the buttons with my fingers. He pushed the shirt down to his elbows, showing his broad chest.
He pressed me harder into the wall as he slid his shirt off, taking his hands off of me. I moved forward and began pressing soft kisses on different bits of the skin of his shoulders and neck. I couldn't help but let my hands roam down his thick arms, massaging the tension I felt. His hands returned to my thighs, keeping a firm hold on my skin.
I giggled into his skin this time. "You're so hot," I teased. But that was a good thing in my mind. I pulled away and placed my hands on his cheeks. I pulled his face to look at me. Then I leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "Good thing I married you for love."
I felt him straining against my hands. I knew he could break my grip easily, but he didn't. He just growled, and the rumble in his chest was undeniably sexy. "So, it wasn't for my money?"
"Just the money and your hot body." I whispered back. I knew he loved being teased, even if he wouldn't admit it. Grinding my hips against his groin, I gasped quietly. I could feel him straining against his jeans, brushing against me.
He buried his face into my neck and groaned. His hands were roaming my sides, sending warm shivers through my veins. I was wet and ready for my husband.
Then Harry took control, "Undo my pants, Ginevra." But his voice was soft.
I felt my face flush at his demand. I quickly reached down and undid the button of his jeans. I grabbed the zipper, and while keeping it pressed against him, I pulled it down. He hissed out a breath, but he didn't stop me. I let the zipper go, and shoved the jeans down to his knees. Without even jostling me, he kicked them off and across the floor. I kept my hands on him, slowly bringing my fingers back to his shoulders.
With a sigh, he carefully let me down. He took the zipper of my skirt, and with a quick 'zip', let it fall to my feet. His hand dragged back up to my thigh, and I moaned. I took hold of his cheeks again and pulled his face closer to mine. I smiled at him, and then I moved to lick his ear again. "Take me to the bedroom, Harry," I murmured. Harry wasn't against taking me against any surface, and normally I wasn't either. But tonight, for some reason, is different.
He silently, and easily, picked me up bridal style, like he has many times before. He kept my close, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and nuzzled his neck. I let my lips linger on the skin before giving it a short kiss.
He brought me into the room, shutting the door afterwards. He gently set me down on the bed, resting my head on the pillow, and then moved onto the bed as well. I moved my leg so that he was between mine. His hands started at my knees and then slid up to my sides. It left a trail of warmth along my skin. He suddenly kissed the middle of my stomach.
At the fluttering that went through my stomach, I giggled. "Harry, that tickles!" I told him.
Then he began teasing me. His fingers began moving up and down along my sides. "Really? What about this?" Then he kissed my side, just below my bra.
Not actually wanting him to stop or move I ran my fingers through his hair. "You're such a jerk," I mocked playfully.
"I'm okay with that," he mumbled as he unhooked my bra. I helped and slid my arms out of the straps. Harry easily threw it away from us. His mouth sought out breast and began to suck.
A wave of pleasure and heat ran from my heart down to my core, and I felt myself getting wetter by the second. I could only tighten my grip on his hair. "Harry!" I gasped. I slid a hand down to his shoulder, gripping it harshly.
He groaned, sending a vibration to my heart. Then he nipped the skin, a sharp and beautiful pain that faded quickly. Then he switched sides.
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I placed my hands on his shoulders. I leaned forward to kiss his cheek, and work down to his chest. I rolled my hips against the prominent bulge in his boxers.
He grabbed my hips; keeping them still then he rolled his bulge into me. He grabbed my knees and pulled them. Now his erection was rubbing directly into my core, our underwear the only barriers. I moaned.
"Harry!" I gasped.
His hands were tugging roughly at my underwear. I was a bit afraid that he was going to tear them. I helped him pull them off of me, and then he dropped them off somewhere. He turned back to look at me, his eyes wandering. Then his hand moved around the inside of my thigh. Finally, his thumb began to rub along my slit.
I could feel him moving to position himself better. "Say it Ginny."
"Say what?" I giggled.
"You know."
I smile. Yes I do. "I loved you then, I love you still. Always have. Always will."
"I love you more than the air I breathe."
And with that, he thrust into me. His head dropped to my shoulder as his arms trembled. He started slow, but his usual steady pace got faster quickly. I felt the muscles in my body contract, and stars burst behind my eyes. "Harry!" I screamed as I came. I felt him tense but then he came as well, a warmth spreading through me as I milked him. He dropped onto his elbows.
He slowly pulled out of me and then dropped onto his side. I rolled over as well and cuddled into him, nuzzling his neck. He rested his head against my hair, and I began tracing patters and shapes on his chest. Then I pulled back and kissed him slowly. I pulled away and then rested against his neck again. "I love you," I said softly.
He wrapped his arm around me to pull me closer to him. "I love you too," he mumbled.
"Congratulations Miss MVP." He kissed my neck again.
"Why thank you Mr. Man Married to the MVP." I giggled. Oh Merlin was I going to have a hangover tomorrow…
