I don't own Harry Potter. One can only wish...
"You're amazing, Harry Potter." Ginny smiled from the passenger's front seat in their rented SUV.
"Well, I've always known that," Harry smirked back. "What makes me so particularly amazing today? The half dozen orgasms I gave you last night?"
She smacked his arm.
"Watch it, witch, or I'll lose control!"
"Just like last night, huh?" Ginny laughed. "And it was only four, Harry. Not that I'm complaining. No, you actually stopped at a petrol station and asked for directions."
"We were lost." Harry stated simply.
"Hermione says Ron won't ask directions until they've ended up either at the Channel or in Scotland." Ginny snickered. "She says only two percent of men, magical or Muggle, will ever admit they're lost and ask for directions."
"Just one more reason I'm amazing, right?"
"Well, you were amazing enough to manage to snag me."
"Well, yeah, but I suppose I could have done better." He saw her glare. "But, I didn't want to." More glaring. "Actually, no one ever came close to being better than you, Gin, you know that."
It was August, and they were driving up to a lake in the Sierra Nevada mountains in California. Harry and Ron had been at an International Aurors Conference in San Francisco and Ginny and Hermione had warned them that if they didn't take them along, they'd find someone else in their place in their beds when they returned.
Ron and Harry knew they were bluffing, but took them anyway. Actually, they'd always planned to; none of them had ever been to the U.S.A. They even celebrated Ginny's twenty-second birthday while they were there.
Ginny and Hermione shopped and went sightseeing while Harry and Ron tried to stay awake during one boring talk after another. They did have lunch one day at a café that featured topless waitresses as well as an extremely erotic stage show. It was the only time Harry could ever remember Ron not eating all of a meal.
Then, in the middle of the week, Hermione had gotten a message from her parents informing her that her uncle, Henry Granger, whom they had been planning on visiting after the conference, had suddenly died and that her parents, Dan and Emma, were coming to San Francisco to settle his estate.
They arrived on Friday afternoon and since the attorneys, as Americans called solicitors and barristers, didn't do business on the weekend, they asked Harry and Ginny if they would mind driving up to the property simply to see that it was in good shape and basically 'house sit' it. They needed Hermione with them, since she was also mentioned in the will, and naturally Ron stayed with her. Dan expected the formalities would take most of next week, so would Harry and Ginny mind having a week's vacation basically free of charge.
They made token protests, of course, but the idea of being completely alone in a Muggle cabin in the mountains had them in a state of sexual euphoria. Ron simply asked that they be sure to wash all the linens before everyone else arrived. Hermione smacked him, then, made the same request, being sure to add a 'please.'
Harry knew how to drive quite well, which was handy as the roads became twistier and narrower as they climbed the mountains. Finally they crested a hill and gasped at the beautiful blue lake surrounded by snow-capped peaks and a forest of towering pines.
They made their way around the lake a short distance and saw a postal box with the name Granger and turned into the drive. The house appeared fine on the outside, but they were somewhat surprised to see another SUV with a large star and the word 'Sheriff' painted on the side doors.
They pulled up and parked and as they were getting out a rather large man in a khaki uniform and a star on his breast pocket came out of the house.
"May I help you folks?" His tone was friendly.
Harry wracked his brains to recall one of the few lectures he'd paid attention to, concerning dealing with Muggle police departments. Several forward-looking Auror departments studied Muggle police methods, sometimes finding their scientific approach superior to a purely magical one. Magical 'signatures' at crime scenes could fade quickly. DNA lasted a good deal longer, as did fingerprints.
"Well, I suppose," Harry started. "Was there a crime committed here? Has the house been burglarized?"
"Suppose you tell me why you're so interested first, and, of course, just who you are. Did you know Henry?" His tone was still polite but it was easy to tell the man wielded a great deal of authority.
"Not personally," Harry answered. "My wife and I are best friends with his niece and her parents, Dan and Emma Granger."
"You're Brits, aren't you?"
"Well, yes," Ginny said. "Mr. Granger, Henry, that is, was as well."
"Oh, I know that." The Sheriff smiled. "I always gave him a hard time about it. But, why are you here rather than his brother?"
"They have all the paperwork to settle with the solicitors, er, I mean attorneys, first. They said that could take all week. Since my wife and I were already in town for a conference, along with their son-in-law and their daughter, they asked if we'd be willing to, what was it, Gin?"
"House sit," Ginny said. "They should be here by next weekend with the solicitors and a real estate agent. They said they really had no interest in keeping the property, although I imagine there may be some of Mr. Granger's effects they might want as keepsakes."
"You have some sort of paperwork to back all this up?" The Sheriff asked.
Harry pulled out a letter from the law firm, as well as a notarized statement the Grangers had given him and the key to the house.
"Well, this all looks in order," the Sheriff agreed. "I'm Sheriff Taylor, by the way. And you are?"
"Oh, Potter, Harry Potter. My wife, Ginny." The Sheriff tipped his hat to her, which Ginny found charming, and giggled.
"Do you have a first name, Mr. Taylor?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, it's Sheriff," he deadpanned.
"Is there a problem with the house?" Harry inquired.
"No, everything inside seems fine. I'm just conducting a routine investigation."
"I understand Mr. Granger drowned. Right?" Harry asked.
"So it seems."
Harry sensed the man had some issues with this.
"You don't think that was the real cause?"
"You a cop?"
"Well, sort of," Harry temporized. "I do investigative work for a government agency in England, but I'm not authorized to do anything like that in the U.S."
Sheriff Taylor silently appraised Harry for a minute or so. "Probably a spook of some sort," he concluded.
"Henry loved the water," the Sheriff said. "Swam like a duck. Drowning just doesn't seem to make sense. Well, it's starting to get dark, so I'll let you folks get settled. I'll be back tomorrow or the next day at some point. There's some food in the fridge, but if you're staying a week you'll need to do some shopping. You come up the road from Route 88?"
Harry nodded.
"Turn left instead of right and that'll bring you into the village. My office is there, along with a gas station and a grocery store. Couple of camping and hunting stores, too. Bar and Grill, as well. That's about all."
"Thanks for the info." Harry said.
"Is the water alright to swim in?" Ginny asked.
"You can drink right from the lake if you want, but I warn you, Mrs. Potter, it's right cold. Snow fed, you know."
"I went to school in Scotland, I'm familiar with cold water, believe me. Thank you for all your help and attention, Sheriff. Can I call you 'Riff' for short?" Ginny asked with her snarkiest grin.
Sheriff Taylor couldn't help smiling at the beautiful redhead, thinking, "Her husband's one lucky son-of-a-bitch having a wife like her. She must be a real animal in the sack."
"I'd prefer you didn't, Miz Potter," he said. "First name's Andrew, Andy for short. Enjoy yourselves."
Harry and Ginny unloaded the SUV, not that they had all that much. They did a quick tour of the inside and chose the smallest of the three bedrooms, figuring the Grangers were entitled to the Master Suite. Further examination revealed a full kitchen, with a stairway down to a pantry which held a few canned goods.
Then they opened a door on the lake side of the house and stared in amazement at the glass-enclosed porch with a very large hot tub. Harry flicked a couple of switches on the wall and the tub began to steam and bubble.
"The hell with a shower," Ginny said, peeling off her tee shirt.
"Let me turn the lights down," Harry said, as her hands undid his belt.
They were soon naked and sank gratefully into the tub, luxuriating in the warmth and steam. They found some bath oils and added them and the scent of jasmine filled the air and the water seemed to soften, literally caressing their skin.
Ginny climbed into Harry's lap, straddling him and rubbing herself along his now hard length.
"Do you know what I want you to do, Harry Potter?" She asked as she nibbled his earlobe.
"Fuck you until you can't see straight?"
"Got it in one," she gasped as she raised her hips, grabbed his cock and slid herself down onto him.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes, Gin!"
"Gods, Harry! It...it's fucking amazing! Like fucking in baby oil or something!"
Harry held Ginny's hips as she drove herself up and down on her husband's long, hard cock. The bath oil added its own lubrication to her already slick channel, making her walls quiver with pleasurable sensations she'd hardly ever experienced before.
"Fuck, Gin! So hot! So tight! I...I don't know how long..." Harry groaned.
Ginny thrust her hand between them, finding her clit and began rubbing it vigorously.
"Only a little longer, please!"
Harry held on until he felt her contract around him, rippling erotically along his length.
"NOW! Harry! NOW!" She screamed as her orgasm washed over her.
Harry thrust up into her a couple more times, roaring as he spilled into her, his cock pulsing and throbbing deep inside her as he filled her.
They kissed and kissed as they continued to thrash together in the water, slopping it over the edge of the pool. Finally, they began to slow down and finally stopped.
Ginny laid her forehead on Harry's, then kissed him long, slow and sweet.
"Who needs a bed when we have this?" She gasped. "Oh, Harry, can we get one in our place?"
"As soon as we get back, I promise!"
They eventually got out, dried off and cleaned up. Harry looked at the instructions on the heating unit and drained the tub, then set it to refilling itself.
"Just making sure I know how to do it," he said at Ginny's questioning expression. "I'm sure Ron and Hermione, hell, Dan and Emma, too, would appreciate not having to bathe in our, umm, fluids."
Ginny fixed dinner, then they sat in front of the fireplace and drank some wine; the main room included a well-stocked bar. They finally made their way to the bedroom, undressed and despite their longing to do so, fell asleep without making love.
"In the morning, Harry, I promise," Ginny said as she nestled into his chest and fell right to sleep.
True to her word, Harry awoke to the always pleasant feeling of Ginny's lips around his morning wood. As he opened his eyes, her red-fringed slit hovered above his face, the earthy aroma of her arousal filling his nostrils. He pulled her hips towards him, his tongue tracing a leisurely path from her pink pucker, across her perineum, then her lips and finally spending several minutes circling the swollen nub of her clit.
All the while, her mouth was working its magic on him. She licked him up and down, paying especial attention to his very sensitive head. She bobbed up and down, taking him deeper every time until she actually swallowed his entire length and girth.
Harry groaned at this, wondering how in Circe's name she could take all of him; he was nearly nine inches erect. But, take him she did, nestling her nose in his raven black pubic hair.
Harry redoubled his assault on her nub, sucking it, licking it, nibbling on it. He spread her lips with his fingers and worked his tongue deeply inside her, reveling in her tangy juices.
His cock started to throb. "Gin, I...I, please!"
She slowly backed off his cock, then spun around and hovered above him. Holding her lips apart with one hand, she guided him inside her and slid down until she was fully seated on him, her fiery curls meshed with his black. She began her 'killer' routine as they called it - slowly rocking forward, then back, then left, then right, then up, then down, then a full squeeze of her muscles.
Harry lasted only three sets before spilling up into her, reaching out and squeezing the quivering bud of her clit.
"Harry! YES!" Ginny came hard, squeezing him inside her almost to the point of painfulness, but never quite. She continued her ride until he was drained, then collapsed on his chest.
"What are you going to do when I'm all old and grey, Gin?" Harry sighed. "And can't last past the first stroke?"
"There's a spell to prevent that, Harry." She grinned, kissing him deeply.
"Really?"
"Yes, really," she assured him. "If I ever think you need it, I'll use it. But, I hardly think you're over the hill at twenty-three, Harry."
They kissed a bit more, then, dressed and Ginny fixed breakfast, while Harry explored a bit more. He found another door in the pantry and upon opening it saw three racks of wine and several cases of Muggle beer and ale as well as half a dozen crates of various liquors. Apparently Henry did a fair amount of entertaining, or was a real lush.
Harry hoped it was the former.
"We're going to need to more food, Harry," Ginny said as she put his eggs and sausage in front of him and poured him a cup of coffee.
"Let's make a list. I'll go later today while you see just how cold the lake is."
"You're not swimming with me?" She looked affronted.
"It shrivels up in cold water, remember?" Now she just blushed.
"I'm sure I will one day. Remember, the Grangers asked us to do an inventory, at least a general one. One thing we won't need is any more booze. There must be a couple hundred bottles of wine and two dozen cases of beer and liquor in the pantry."
"I'd say let's have a party, but there's no one around we know, other than the Sheriff," Ginny said. "I'll make a list as I inventory the kitchen and dining room. Why don't you tackle the bedrooms?"
They did so, taking a couple of hours. Ginny then changed into her bikini, donned a robe and was walking over to the edge of the lake as Harry prepared to drive into town, when three men walked out of the woods.
The elder of them approached Harry, a rifle over his shoulder. The other two, both much younger, also had shouldered rifles and were watching Ginny as she doffed her robe and tested the water.
"Morning," the older man said. "You new around here?"
"Just arrived yesterday." Harry said neutrally.
"You friends of Henry?"
"Never met him, but he was my sister-in-law's uncle," Harry said. "She's in San Francisco right now with Henry's brother, her father, and his wife, settling the estate. You are?"
"Sam Burnett," he said, not offering to shake hands. "Them's my boys, Ike and Doug. You are?"
"Harry Potter."
"You sound foreign-like," Sam grunted.
"I'm British, that's hardly foreign. Henry was British too, you know."
"That there pretty little redhead? She your girl?" Sam asked, his eyes focused on Ginny.
Harry didn't like how Sam and his boys were looking at her.
"My wife, actually," Harry said, emphasizing wife. "Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Burnett?"
"What are you doing here in Henry's place?"
"House sitting," Harry replied. "His relatives have to handle all the paperwork in San Francisco, so they asked me and my wife to keep an eye on the place until they can get here next weekend. Did you know Henry?"
"We was good friends," Sam claimed, but Harry's instincts told him that was not the whole truth. "Damn shame, that accident and Henry drowning."
"Yes, I'm sure it was."
"You fixing to buy the place?" Sam suddenly asked.
"Me? No. What would I do with a house in the Sierra Nevadas when I live in London?" Harry said. "I'm fairly certain Henry's brother is going to put it on the market. He doesn't really have any use for it either. You interested? I'll let him know next time I talk to him."
From Sam Burnett's dress and manner, Harry doubted he could afford a place as nice as Henry's cabin.
"Nah," Sam said. "Henry and I'd just have a drink or two now and then. I'd show him the good places to fish. You fish?"
"Never," Harry said. "I prefer my fish with chips and wrapped in a newspaper."
Sam didn't get the reference and shrugged.
"Come on, boys, let's get back to our place. Nice meeting you, Mr. Potter." His sons reluctantly took their eyes off of Ginny and fell in behind their father. They then disappeared back into the woods.
Harry walked down to the lake shore, watching Ginny splashing and swimming. She saw him and started walking into shore, then kicked a large wave of water onto him, giggling as he sputtered and cursed.
He smirked. "Little girls who misbehave get a spanking, you know."
She grinned sexily. "Promises, promises. How about bent over the side of the hot tub later on today?"
Harry cursed as he became immediately erect. Ginny laughed and squeezed him gently.
"Want to do it right here?"
"Just a moment," Harry said. He surreptitiously drew his wand and cast a Hominum revelio towards the woods. Three figures were revealed less than a quarter mile away, just standing still.
"I think we're being watched," Harry said. "I did not like how those two apes were staring at you."
"Harry? You? Jealous?" She teased.
He pulled her close and kissed her. "No, I'm being an overprotective prat, again, but I don't trust that bunch. Those two never took their eyes off you."
"Well, I did notice them staring, but, well, I guess I was too far away to notice their expressions or anything. I'll be careful, Harry. I have my wand in my bag."
"Can I be a real prat and ask you to stay in the house while I'm gone?"
Ginny frowned, then, smiled. "You know I love you when you're being prattish. Why don't I come with you?"
"If you'd like. Maybe we can make out in the car?"
Back in the cabin, watching Ginny change out of her bikini led to Harry jumping her bones and shagging her senseless, so it was mid-afternoon before they made it into town.
"You didn't spank me, you know," she reminded him, her pointy, pink tongue circling her full lips.
"I like your idea of doing it while you're bent over the side of the hot tub. That way, after I've paddled that sweet, tight white arse of yours, I can have my wicked way with you right afterwards."
"You're a pervert, Harry Potter." She laughed. "Just the sort I like!"
Ginny went into the grocery store, while Harry decided to pay a visit to the Sheriff. He entered the small building and found Sheriff Taylor at his desk, his feet up on an extended drawer and throwing darts at a picture of some bearded, turbaned individual.
"Mr. Potter," he said, dropping his feet to the floor. "What can I do for you?"
"Do you know a Sam Burnett?"
"That scumbag?" The Sheriff spat. "How'd you meet him?"
"He just wandered up to the house with his two sons and simply asked what we were doing there. I told him we were house-sitting and that was about it. He claimed he and Henry were good friends, but I didn't get a good feeling about that."
"Henry was nice to everyone, even scumbags," Taylor said. "Sam and his boys were always mooching booze and food from Henry."
"They hardly look like they could afford to live in any of the houses I've seen near the lake," Harry said.
"They're squatters, Mr. Potter."
"Squatters?"
"Most of the land around here belongs to the Federal government," the Sheriff told him. "Old laws let people occupy it without any sort of payment as long as they're not doing anything else illegal. The Burnetts always make sure they have hunting and fishing licenses, but other than that they simply scrape a living out of the forest and hang around places asking for handouts."
"You can't evict them?" Harry asked.
"I'm just local law enforcement, Mr. Potter. I have no authority on Federal property. I have powers around the lake because those are easements. The lake was privately owned before most of the rest of the area was put under Federal control."
"Aren't there, oh, what are they? Oh, Park Rangers?"
"There are, but there aren't that many and the Federal land around here covers thousands of square miles. They're aware of the Burnetts, but they aren't the only squatters, believe me. But, as long as they don't do anything grossly illegal, they simply don't have to resources to chase them away. Even if they did, they'd just come back and settle somewhere else."
"They can't take them to court? Put them in jail?"
"Again, it's a question of resources, Mr. Potter. Surely the British government doesn't have all the resources it needs to do everything they'd like to, do they?"
"No, that's true," Harry agreed. Even the Ministry of Magic didn't have unlimited resources. Harry didn't understand the economics of the Wizarding world that well anyway. He wasn't sure even Hermione did.
"His sons were giving my wife the eye."
"Unfortunately, there's no law against staring at pretty women, Mr. Potter," the Sheriff said with a wry smile. "If there was, practically every man in this country would be in jail. If they threaten her in the least little way, though, let me know and I'll have their asses in jail before they can get their zippers down."
"Thank you," Harry said with real gratitude. "I can handle myself pretty well in a fight, but those two looked pretty big."
"The Burnetts are not ones to idly challenge, Mr. Potter, trust me," the Sheriff said very seriously. "If they touch her, though, that's assault and battery. Even if they just sort of corner her without touching her, I'll get the state's attorney to charge them with assault. I've been looking for ways to get them put away for more than 30 days, which is all that the D and Ds usually get them."
"D and Ds?" Harry inquired.
"Drunk and disorderly," the Sheriff explained. "You might want to put up some 'No Trespassing' signs; that should keep the Burnetts away from the house. Henry never bothered, since he liked company. Again, it wouldn't get them more than a fine or a few weeks in jail, but it guarantees your rights. Since you have permission to be on the property, you're considered the owner for legal purposes right now. Actually, I was planning on coming out tomorrow, anyway. I'll get the property plat from the county and bring some signs to post."
He looked at Harry. "You know how to use a gun, Mr. Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "Not really. Firearm laws are very strict in Britain. Basically you just point them at something and pull the trigger, right?"
"It's a bit more complicated, but that's the basic idea," the Sheriff said. "I'll show you tomorrow. Sam and his boys are at the bar, anyway. They'll be too drunk to bother you tonight."
As an afterthought, he added, "Don't let your wife go in there alone, Mr. Potter."
"Henry's place has a well-stocked wine cellar, so we hardly need to patronize a saloon," Harry said. "Thank you for all your help and advice, Sheriff. We'll see you tomorrow."
Ginny was just finishing up loading several bags into the SUV as Harry returned.
"How convenient," she snorted. "You return right after I finish all the hauling and packing."
"Tsk, tsk, Miss Weasley," Harry said. "You are much too cheeky. Your attitude needs a bit of correction, I believe. We'll see to that after supper."
Ginny shivered. Not only was she going to get spanked, but she would get to play Naughty Schoolgirl, as well.
"As you wish, Professor Potter."
They drove back and put all the groceries away. Harry fixed dinner; he and Ginny liked swapping off since they both were pretty decent cooks. They found a nice Cabernet in the cellar and were feeling quite mellow and amorous after dinner was done.
Harry levitated the dishes into the dishwasher and started it running, then wrapped his arms around his wife.
"I believe there's the issue of your detention this evening that we've yet to settle, Miss Weasley," he growled, nibbling at her neck.
"Yes, Professor," she smiled. "You said something about the hot tub?"
They went onto the porch and dimmed the lights. Harry stripped naked but Ginny transfigured her shorts into a micromini version of her Gryffindor school skirt. Harry hardened immediately as her ass cheeks teasingly peeked out from under the hem.
"What do you think would be a proper punishment for your behavior, Miss Weasley?" Harry asked.
"Lines, sir?"
"Hardly appropriate considering your behavior, Miss Weasley. Kindly bend over the side of the tub over there."
Ginny kept her face set in an innocent smile and walked across the tub. She noticed a small piece of loofah affixed to the side of the tub, which she assumed one could use to scratch one's back; so, she positioned her sex right on top of it as she bent over. The firm, scratchy material created a delicious, erotic pressure on her clit.
Harry waded over and lifted her skirt, softly stroking the pale, creamy globes of her bottom, spotted here and there with her delightful freckles. Harry had kissed every single one of them at some point over the last couple of years.
Without warning he smacked her cheeks with his wand, drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure.
"How many do you think you deserve, Miss Weasley, considering how cheeky you were today?"
"A dozen?"
"We'll see if that's enough once I've finished."
Harry used his hand now, smacking first her left cheek, then her right, then one right on her crack. Ginny hissed and moaned, rubbing herself against the loofah, shuddering at the erotic feeling combined with the sting as Harry continued to spank her.
Ginny's cheeks were a pleasing pink as Harry planted the twelfth stroke a little lower, smacking her puffy lips and driving her clit hard onto the loofah.
Ginny screamed and came. "Oh, Professor! More!"
Harry was surprised by her orgasm, normally she didn't come just from being spanked. He reached between her legs, sliding his hand up into her curls and found the loofah wedged into her slit.
"Hmm, using an artificial stimulant, Miss Weasley? That's going to cost you another dozen."
"Yes, please, Professor!" Ginny was close to coming again as she rubbed herself on the loofah.
Twelve more hard smacks and Ginny's arse was bright red and she'd come twice more.
"Please, Professor! More!" She begged.
Harry gave her half a dozen more, right on her protruding pudenda, forcing another orgasm from her.
Then he ordered her. "Spread your legs, Miss Weasley."
"No!"
She gasped as Harry's wand slashed across her pussy lips.
"Spread your legs, Miss Weasley," Harry ordered again, his cock leaking pre-come.
She spread them maybe an inch and Harry's wand smacked her labia again.
"Wider, Miss Weasley," he panted. "How do you expect me to fit into such a tiny space?"
She spread them another inch or so and that was all Harry needed as he plunged into her, driving himself inside her up to the base of his cock.
"HARRY!" Ginny came immediately. Harry groaned and almost lost it as she clenched him hard within her tight, slick sheath.
"Such familiarity is unacceptable, Miss Weasley," Harry said, driving into her harder and harder and giving her reddened cheeks a couple further slaps. "Oh, Fuck! Gin!"
She had come again. The combination of the loofah on her clit, Harry's cock plunging in and out of her sopping cunt, along with the additional lubrication from the bath oil and the erotic, stinging pain on her arse had simply ignited the basest desires of her libido.
"More! Harder!" She demanded, coming again.
Harry increased his speed and within a minute Ginny had come once more.
"More, more, more, more! MORE!"
Ginny rarely lost control like this, so Harry pounded into her almost brutally hard and was rewarded with another of her intense orgasms rippling up and down his length.
"More, more, more..." Ginny was panting. She felt her eyes rolling back into her head from the sheer overwhelming erotic bliss of their coupling.
Harry obliged, although he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back. Ginny pushed herself back and forth again and again, smacking into Harry's hips with wet splats, and grinding her clit onto the loofah.
"Fuck, Gin! I...I...I..." Harry couldn't stop himself and exploded inside her. Ginny shrieked as possibly the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced ripped through her body, radiating from her pulsing center and coursing through her entire body, right to the tips of her fingers and toes as fireworks of pleasure exploded behind her eyelids.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," she mumbled as she came down from her high. "Oh, fuck, Harry. Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Harry was bent over her, kissing her neck and shoulders as he whispered, "Merlin's balls and Morgana's pussy, Gin. That was...was..., I can't even find the words."
Ginny just purred and panted, then came again as Harry continued moving softly inside her, emptying himself into her.
Ginny opened her eyes and raised her head to look out over the lake. Then, through the steam on the glass she saw a face.
"HARRY!" She screamed, pushing them back into the water. "There's someone outside!"
Harry looked up and saw the face, too. Without thinking he raised his wand and shouted, "Reducto!"
The glass shattered and the figure took off. Harry got out, charmed his shoes and shorts on and ran onto the porch that fronted onto the hot tub. He saw a large figure heading off into the woods to his left. He was about to hurl a stun at it when he suddenly remembered where he was.
"Hominum revelio," Harry said, expecting the spell to expose one of the Burnetts, but nothing happened and the creature kept running.
Harry quickly cast another charm. "Innotesco bestia!"
Harry was stunned when the creature was bathed in a golden glow before it disappeared into the trees. The glow indicated that it was a magical creature.
"Harry!"
Hearing Ginny's cry, Harry quickly ran back into the porch and gathered his wife in his arms.
"It's alright, Gin. It's gone."
"But, what was it?" Ginny asked, still shivering with shock. Harry could feel her heart beating a mile a minute against his chest.
"I don't know, but it had a magical signature." Ginny's eyes widened.
"Magical? Here? What in Circe's name could it be?"
"Well, let's not worry any more tonight," Harry said, kissing her softly, hugging her and rocking her in his arms.
"Yes, Professor," she snickered. "Do I need more punishment for being such a wanton little witch?"
"Maybe tomorrow." Harry smiled. "I doubt if I could find the strength to punish you properly anyway. Merlin and Morgana, Gin! You must have come ten times."
"It was just unbelievably erotic, Harry," she sighed. "Yes, I think I'm ready for a long night's sleep."
Harry repaired the window and they retired to bed, Harry first rubbing some soothing oils onto Ginny's abused rear end. She was feeling the pain now.
"I think I'd like to be the Professor sometime, Harry," she said as she winced a bit.
"I think I'd like that," Harry agreed, softly kissing her cheeks, then casting a pain relieving charm.