PATAGONIAN NIGHTS

It was cold and dry in the Patagonian desert. Ginny had never see a landscape so barren and desolate. Indeed, it was the perfect place to host a major wizarding event. They found that out during the opening ceremonies. Inferi as mascots, Ginny shook her head with amused disgust. Honestly.

A reproving hoot broke into her thoughts.

"Sorry, Gorman," she said.

She finished her article, and sent it off with Gorman. It was grueling and tedious to be the Daily Prophet's Quidditch correspondent. Ginny had to cover every aspect, and make it interesting. Luckily, there were enough moments of excitement to keep her from wrestling an official Portkey away from the IFW.

It wasn't that she didn't love her job. She did. But Ginny hadn't expected to be covering politics as well as Quidditch. She remembered going to her very first World Cup, and being just ecstatic. Up until the Death Eaters arrived, of course. It hadn't been until later that she realized huge events like that were saturated with political machinations.

An Albanian official had tried to bribe her to describe their vampire mascots as "fearsome", and to exaggerate the terror with which the public viewed them (a small boy had been momentarily taken aback before he'd started to laugh). For Merlin's sake.

Ginny rose from her seat, shivering in the cold, and used her wand to increase the heat emanating from the enchanted lamp. The cold was very deep here at night, and even with all the charms, Ginny needed the fur blankets. She stripped hurriedly and launched herself into bed.

Just in time.

The mirror on her nightstand vibrated.

Ginny opened the connection, and enchanted the mirror to hang above her. It was with great relief that she poured out her day to Harry.

He started to laugh when she told him about the vampires.

"If the Albanians wanted to be intimidating, they shouldn't have brought teenagers!" finished Ginny. "Sure, they're pale, and they have fangs, but they're teenagers. They were mostly interested in snogging — or — or necking, or whatever they call it. And I caught one sucking on her own wrist!"

"Sucking on her own wrist?" Harry said blankly.

Right. He'd stopped taking Care of Magical Creatures before they got to the more interesting stuff. "It's how they masturbate. They start by sucking their own blood."

Harry was quiet for a moment. Then: "Did it turn you on?" he asked cheekily.

"Harry! No!"

"Just wondering. Because I know you like watching that."

Ginny felt herself blush. "Just when you do it."

Harry made a sound of satisfaction. "Good."

Ginny eyed him. All she could see of him was his head, neck, and the top of his shoulders. She knew he was in their bedroom; he was laying on their pillows. She knew it wasn't nighttime for him, but the fact they were both laying in bed at the same time made it feel like they were closer.

"I wish you were here," she said. "It's so cold."

"I'd warm you up," he said a little huskily.

Ginny sat up. "What are you doing? Show me all of you."

He grinned at her, and enlarged his mirror. It hung over their bed. His long, lean body was splayed out on their bed, rather more dressed than she expected. He was still wearing boxers.

"Disappointed that hearing about a masturbating vampire didn't turn me on?" Harry teased. "C'mon, Ginny. Now tell me how cold you are, and how you want me to warm you up."

Ginny lay back down, and pulled the covers to her chin. She grinned at him. "Well... you could use the Elder Wand to cast some heating charms that would last."

"I could do that," Harry agreed. His hand drifted down to his thigh. He scratched at it lightly.

"You could get in bed with me," said Ginny. "Usually I'm warm enough if you just lay next to me."

His thumb was now stroking himself. Ginny couldn't take her eyes off of it. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed a little, feeling a little pulse of desire.

"You could also put your arms around me," Ginny offered.

"Can I?" said Harry.

He continued to stroke himself, just with his thumb. Ginny could see his penis twitching. It was getting hard. She felt an answering wetness; she squirmed again, and flipped on to her back, restless.

"If you got on top of me, I'd get really warm," said Ginny. "I'm always warm when you do that."

"That depends..." he said. The lump in his boxers was rather sizable now, but Ginny knew it hadn't reached its full potential.

"Depends on what?" she asked.

"You're not wearing loads of clothes, are you?" Harry asked.

Ginny grinned. "Just underwear."

The cloth of his boxers shifted. Harry reached in the flap and adjusted it so it pointed straight upward. It made a tent. Ginny licked her lips. She spread her legs and rubbed herself through the thin cotton.

"How many blankets have you got on you? Six?" Harry sounded a little exasperated. "I can still see your hand moving, though."

"I'm thinking of how warm I'd be if you were here," said Ginny.

"Don't you mean hot?"

She stroked herself up and down.

Harry brought his penis out for her, and began stroking himself in earnest. He gripped it at the base, and moved up and down on his shaft. Ginny's nipples tingled as she watched. Her underwear was quite damp now, and she moved her hand inside.

"I want you... like that time at the Burrow. Remember, James was in his little cot..."

"Yeah," Harry grunted. "That was good. We had to be so quiet."

"You put your hand over my mouth when I came," said Ginny. Her fingers worked at her clit. It felt so good, especially watching Harry do the same thing.

"I had to, you'd've waked the baby," said Harry.

Ginny watched him work at it, wishing he really was here, that he could keep her warm, that he was inside her. She thought of him in her little room at the Burrow. There'd been little finesse, just them moving against each other in a good rhythm, panting, gasping. Ginny loved sex with Harry in all the different ways they did it, but she loved it best of all when they were wrapped fully around each other... Harry barely able to move more than an inch in and out of her...

Her breathing quickened.

"Ginny," rasped Harry. "Ginny, I need to see them. Show them to me."

Ginny lowered the covers so he could see her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, both from cold and desire, but she pinched them anyway.

They came at nearly the same time not two minutes later. Ginny watched as Harry arched his back and gasped. White fluid shot out of the tip, landing on his chest. More came out in pulses. Ginny licked her lips, thinking of all the times she'd tasted it.

Then she thought of Harry on top of her at the Burrow again, mashing into her clit, and Ginny came on her own hand.

They talked to each other as Harry cleaned up the mess he'd made. "The kids are with your dad. He swung by earlier to see if he could take them to go get ice cream."

Ginny shivered at the thought of ice cream. "That was nice of him."

"They were ecstatic," Harry confirmed.

"Have you done any of their lessons?" Ginny asked. Like most wizarding parents, they taught their children at home, though they did swap out different lessons with Ron and Hermione and George and Angelina.

"We did a basic potions lesson, and we're still working through that maths workbook," said Harry. "And they sat in on one of Rose's lessons in ancient runes. Said they never wanted to see runes again."

Ginny laughed. "Don't forget grammar."

"I won't," Harry promised. "We'll do that later today." He looked at her. "Are you sure you want us to call you? You look knackered."

Due to the time difference and the grueling schedule, Ginny planned to wake up each night at three in the morning so she could see her kids. It was the deal she'd made with herself when she'd agreed to come to Patagonia. "Yes, I need to see them," she said.

"They miss you," said Harry. "We miss you."

"I love you," said Ginny.

"Get some sleep," said Harry. "We'll call you in a few hours."

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

Seven days later, Ginny could tell her absence was starting to wear on Harry.

"So tell me again who you think will win the match."

"I told you, I don't know."

"Don't stop. You said I get whatever I want today."

"Well... you were very good yesterday..."

"I was! I was so good — I followed every single one of your instructions — at great personal risk, I might add!"

"Yes, yes, I know. But Harry—"

"You said anything."

"And I will, just—"

"Ginny. Read me the article again."

"Fine."

Ginny read Harry a copy of her latest article. At his request, she was wearing her poshest robes. Also at his request, she was straddling a chair. To be honest, she'd known he'd harbored "Ginny, Naughty Quidditch Correspondent" fantasies since she'd started working at the Daily Prophet. She just hadn't known they were quite so detailed.

Per his instructions, the bottom half of her was naked.

"The longest match of the tournament so far is in its eleventh hour and players have broken for a short sleep," she read out loud.

"Ginny, please," he begged.

Ginny laughed, "Oh all right, fine, but Harry, I'm a little..."

"Are you being shy?" he asked, incredulous. Ginny couldn't blame him. It had been a long time since she'd felt any amount of self-consciousness in front of Harry.

She shrugged, her face burning.

"Oh God, this just makes it better," Harry said in the tone of a zealot. He sat back, his green eyes gleaming. "Do it, Ginny."

Ginny started over. This time, she did it the way she knew he wanted: with the cool, clipped tones she reserved for interviews. She also put her hand between her legs, and used the tip of her finger to tickle her clit.

Remember what you made him do yesterday, she ordered.

It took a few minutes to do it without blushing, but Ginny began to enjoy it. Harry had his robes open and was stroking himself as he watched and listened. It was his uninhibited enjoyment that made it easier.

It was pure exhibition, this, which Ginny found she liked. Her accent took on a hint of posh as she continued to read. She floated the article so she didn't have to hold it, used one hand to open herself fully, and the other to tease herself.

"Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Potter?" she asked.

He was close. He had one arm leaning on his desk, and the other was on his penis, moving up and down almost frantically.

"Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Potter?" she repeated sharply.

"Yes, yes, I agree. I totally agree," he said with great effort. With one final grunt, he came, spurting onto a pile of papers on his desk.

Ginny's mouth gaped open. "Harry! Don't tell me you just came on something important!"

"Your articles," he said after he'd recovered a bit.

Ginny doubled over with laughter. "Oh, Harry," she said. "Harry, I love you."

He smiled at her sheepishly. "I love you too." He tugged on his robes, cleaned up his mess, and undid the privacy charms around his office. "You have no idea how happy you just made me."

Ginny just shook her head, still chortling.

"—so funny?" said Kingsley.

"Harry was telling me a funny story about the kids," said Ginny. She adjusted the mirror so whoever was on the other end could only see her upper half.

"Yeah," said Harry.

"Oh, give me a chance to say hi to Kingsley, Harry," said Ginny, who knew her husband was not a very good liar in these situations.

Ginny chatted with the Minister of Magic, telling him all about the matches. "But you'll be here next week, won't you?"

"I will," he said. "In fact, I came down here to see if Harry wanted to be one of the Aurors to accompany me — not the entire time, just that first night—"

"Yes!" Harry and Ginny chorused together.

Kingsley's face appeared in the mirror. He gave Ginny a rather sly smile. "I thought that might be the case. But I did wonder about the kids..."

"Oh, anyone can take them," Ginny said flippantly. She blushed for the second time that night when she realized what she'd said. "I don't mean just anyone anyone. I meant anyone we know and trust."

Harry and Kingsley were laughing.

"We'll send them off on the Knight's Bus," said Harry. "They can just ride around Britain until I get home."

"Plenty of beds," laughed Kingsley.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

Ginny was finally warm.

She was in a crowded room, at the type of meet and greet she usually didn't like. This one was different. This time, she got to watch her handsome husband at work. Every time she caught a glance at him, he was patrolling the perimeter, keeping an eye out for danger, and looking very fit as he did it.

She talked her way through the crowd, almost unnaturally gregarious, knowing that she was going to get what she'd craved these last few weeks.

The party was winding down when Ginny wandered too close to a hidden alcove, and an arm snaked out and pulled her behind a curtain. There was a small door, and she was yanked into a dark, empty closet. "Mmph!" she said. And then Harry's lips were on hers, his tongue was in her mouth, and Ginny found herself pushed up against the stone wall. His hands were jerking her robes up.

"You're not wearing underwear!"

"Of course not, I knew you'd try this."

"Oh God, you're so wet."

"I've been thinking about this all night—"

"Ahhh, right there, Ginny."

"You like that?"

"Careful, or I'll like it all over your hand."

"You better not."

"Ungh."

"Yessssssss," Ginny hissed as he finally slid into her. Harry immediately began thrusting: short, jerky movements that had her on the edge in about three minutes. He had her tight up against the wall. Ginny was pinned there, nearly helpless.

She ground herself against him as he thrust.

"Oh God. Oh God. Just like that."

"Fuck, Ginny. You feel so fucking good."

"Harder. Harder. Ungh."

Her orgasm hit her. Hard. It started at her clit and radiated outward in waves. Ginny buried her face against his chest and cried out. She squeezed his ass with her hands, keeping him against her as tight as she could, frantically moving her hips, trying to ride it out— and then he came, too, with a strangled shout of her name.

"God, I missed that."

"What, sex in a closet?"

"That, too."

They kissed each other, slow and deep. He slid out of her, and Ginny felt wetness between her thighs — evidence of her desire and his. Ginny smiled.

"I hope you took some Wideye Potion. I am not nearly done with you."

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

The matches were over, the World Cup was won. Ginny Potter sat on her husband's lap, enjoying the company of family and friends. Dumbledore's Army had all trooped out to South America, and had enjoyed the exciting final. It was late at night, all the kids had gone to bed, and the adults were quietly chatting. Ginny was enjoying the feel of Harry's arms around her, and the way his hands wandered. Nothing too serious, just enough to pique her interest.

Ginny was drinking a gin and tonic – and it was her own private brand of gin; Harry'd commissioned the label "The Unstoppable Gin" as one of her birthday gifts years ago, when she'd been playing for the Harpies, and she still drank it. She pressed a kiss to his brow.

"—just not used to Victoire being old enough for all that," said Bill.

George chortled. "I think you had to spend more time watching her and Teddy than you did the match."

"You're not lying," said Bill.

Ginny shifted against Harry, and felt him twitch with interest.

"Should I have a talk with him?" Harry asked suddenly. He shifted Ginny in his lap, pressing her tighter against his growing erection.

"A talk with Teddy?" George said.

"About what?" Bill asked suspiciously.

"You know. Victoire. And snogging," said Harry.

"And tell him what, exactly?" Bill asked exasperatedly. "How to get away with it without any of us knowing?"

"Teddy doesn't need any pointers," said George.

"I wasn't going to give him pointers!" said Harry, with feigned outrage. "If he really is being inappropriate—"

"You're sitting there with our sister on your lap, and doing only God knows what under her robes, but you're going to put Teddy on the straight and narrow, eh?"

"George!" Ginny said sharply.

Then they were all laughing. Other voices joined in, and Ginny realized their conversation had drifted over the campfire. Only Ron and Hermione were giving them sympathetic glances.

"I'm not doing anything inappropriate," Harry said with great dignity.

"Yeah, right now," said Bill.

"Maybe you'll just convince him he and Victoire need to get married so no one can track them," Neville piped up from across the fire.

"For the last time, that was Hermione's idea!"

"Even old Lucius Malfoy knew you just wanted to f—"

"Hey!" Ron interjected loudly. "Those were desperate times!"

"My point is that if anyone is going to talk to Teddy about Victoire, it is not going to be Harry," said Bill.

But everyone was laughing too hard to continue the conversation. It devolved, then, into taking pot-shots at each other's sex lives, with Luna and Rolf somehow managing to show them all up. "And you two have little twins at home!" Hermione said, outraged.

It was late by the time Harry and Ginny found themselves in their own room, in their own tent.

"Get naked," she told him.

And he did.