The Inculcators

By

Snuffles4Eva

A/N: First shot at H/G, don't burn with flames, rather toast, and make sure it cooks all the way through. Thanks :)

Disclaimer: Yes, Harry Potter books would still be coming out if I were J.K. Are they? Answer that one yourselves.

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Harry Potter tiptoed into his kitchen, following the smell that had woken him. He spotted his wife, and leant against the doorframe, grinning appreciatively.

'Nice view, Mrs Potter'

Ginny internally sighed, but brushed off the compliment.

'Not for me'

'Then why don't you turn around?'

Ginny turned around to face her husband. Leaning against the door post with a handsome grin, his shirt barely reaching his hips as his jeans had ridden down, and his muscles subtly moving beneath her favourite shirt of his, Ginny thought he looked positively ravishing.

'So how's this view any better?' She replied, cheekily.

Harry smirked. 'Oh, come on love, you know you just can't stop staring at me when we're alone…'

'It's not just staring when we're alone' Ginny muttered under her breath

'… And, when we're not alone' He added, and Ginny could see the mischievous glint dance around his emerald eyes, the one he gets only when he teases her (and, sadly, she loves it).

'Oh, please enlighten me, but when have you ever caught me staring at you? I mean, if it were the other way around, I've got plenty of examples' She finished, without forgetting some of her old playful nature.

'Well, hmm, which one to choose…'

Ginny frowned at his gross exaggeration. The audacity of some folk these days.

'…there's just so many to choose from...'

Ginny feigned shock, and scoffed.

'… oh, yes, this one's perfect – Kingsley's party. Remember that?' Ginny frowned, as Harry smiled triumphantly, if not mixed with some of his familiar smirk.

'Ok, firstly, thickhead, I was merely searching for you in the crowd, and then stupid Romilda Vane asked about your dress robes, and I had to look at you for that, as painful as it was.'

'Oh, sure, that explains why it took you half an hour to peel your eyes off of my magnificent body.'

'… and then Hermione came and asked me if navy would suit you, and I was forced to turn my poor, abused eyeballs to your desperate form once again..'

'Desperate?! I will have you know that my fine figure is in perfect shape – although you would know that, wouldn't you' Harry winked cheekily at her to add effect.

'And then, would you believe it, KINGSLEY asked me where you had got your dress robes from, and I practically had to make my eyeballs look in your bleak direction'

'Bleak? That's the insult you're reduced to?'

'No, it's just the nicest thing I can bring myself to say about you. Anyway, after Hermione, and Kingsley, and then stupid, ugly Romilda Vane, I had to make myself look at you'

"Stupid, ugly Romilda Vane'? Still sore about that, love?'

'Oh, get that smug smile off of your face. Let me say 'Michael Corner''

'Smug bast-'

'-what about 'Dean Thomas'?'

'Argh!'

'Jealous, dear?' Ginny asked in a sickly sweet voice.

'Of course not. But you're mine now' He practically leapt from where he was leaning, to envelope her in a hug, and claim her lips with his. But she knew him too well, and could move too fast. Before he knew it, she was back at the Muggle hob they had installed, inspecting what she was cooking.

'I knew you were jealous'

'Were not'

'Were'

'Weren't'

'You're really gonna play that childish game?'

'Yes'

'Then being jealous wouldn't be beneath you'

'You couldn't really say you weren't jealous too'

'I was never!' she replied, indignantly

'Well, let's see, 5th year?'

'What about it?'

'A certain young lady, called Cho Chang'

'I wouldn't really put her in the same league as me'

Harry stood there, pretending to think it over.

'Well. Would you?' Ginny advanced menacingly on Harry, her wand pointed threateningly at him.

'Wait; let me think about that one for a minute…'

'Humph. Well, it's nice to know how much you love me' she replied, feigning a cold reply, and turned back to the sizzling food, which was, by now, rather well done.

'Oh come on Gin, you know I was just messing with you' came Harry's apologetic voice.

'Hmm' was all the reply he got.

'Gin, you know you love me' He teased

'Do I?' Came her curt reply.

'Yes, I know you do'

'Well, lots of people seem to know things that aren't true'

'I'll prove it'

'Will you?' She raised an eyebrow.

He moved towards her instead, and placed his hands on her hips. She stiffened, immediately knowing what was to follow, and the fact that she wouldn't be able to fight it. He grinned, already knowing why she had stiffened.

'Feeling stiff, love? I could help you with that' He whispered in her ear, before moving his hands from her hips to her shoulders, gently messaging them, whilst he left butterfly kisses along the nape of her neck, working his way up to her ear. Ginny bit back a moan, just as he nibbled on her ear. He smirked, knowing that soon she would cave. He gently moved his mouth from her ear, to her neck, to her jaw bone, teasing her, until she turned around, chocolate-brown eyes faux-angry, but slightly darker than usually. Her breathing seemed slightly shallower than usual. She stood face to face with him, he just a little taller than she. He took this opportunity to study her features; the features he had fallen in love with at the ripe age of 16. Her beautiful melted chocolate eyes staring up at him, her button nose with a light smatter of freckles that he could trace in his sleep, her beautiful lips, sometimes darkened from lipstick, but now looking light and inviting. She must have noticed his fascination with her lips, as she jumped forward, and smashed her lips against his.

He kissed her softly, their lips meshing together perfectly, a well-practiced art. Harry kissed her chastely, but just before she was about to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, and smiled smugly at her. Her eyes were still closed.

He left her standing there, in front of her burnt breakfast, before sauntering out of the kitchen.

Ginny stared down at her hands. She had lost that argument. To be truthful, she wasn't surprised. Turning around, she disposed of the remains of her breakfast, before concocting a plan.

….

Harry had barely made it to their lounge, before something fast, soft and ginger jumped on him. It wrestled with him, before finally forcing him and the ground, and kissed him fiercely. It then proceeded to… handcuff his right hand to the coffee table?

'I'm sorry Gin, but that's just kinky' he said, once she had paused for breath. She just smirked at him, and leant to kiss him fiercely once again.

'Not that way, you dolt. Not in our living room anyway' Harry pouted 'I'm just taking precautions'

'Against what?'

'Against you'

'What would I do to you?'

'What wouldn't you do to me?'

'I'm your husband; I'd do anything for you'

'Look!'

'What?'

Ginny promptly slapped him around the face.

'Ow! What was that for?'

'That was for leaving me in the kitchen'

'Well, I'm sorry for demonstrating my self-control, if that's what you mean'

She slapped him again.

'Ow! What was that one for?'

'Eh. Because I felt like it'

'Arghhh, come here!'

She jumped off of him. He moved to grab her, but his right hand was still hand-cuffed to the coffee table. She smiled, almost saucily, at him.

'And yet, you still asked why I hand-cuffed you to the table'

'You didn't know I was going to do that'

'Yes I did, otherwise I wouldn't have hand-cuffed you to the table, idiot'

'Well, I didn't know I was going to do that, so how did you know?'

'Guess I know you better than you know yourself'

'You do not! Anyway, if you know me better than I know myself, I must know you better than you know yourself!'

'That's not the way it works! It's just because I've known you since you were 11!'

'I've known you for just as long!'

'Well, you didn't anticipate my handcuff move, so you couldn't know me that well could- ahhh mmf'

Harry had leapt up from his place on the floor, and pushed Ginny onto the sofa next to them, before kissing her again.

'Didn't anticipate that now did ya?'

'How'd? How did you get out of that?'

'Are you a witch or not? He said, his arrogant smile gracing his face once again.

'But how'd you do it without my noticing?'

'Well, I got you talking about your favourite subject – me, of course – and then I just preformed the simple spell whilst you were monologue-ing and-'

'You are not my favourite subject!'

'I used to be in Hogwarts. And then you married me, a year after. How am I not you favourite subject?'

'You really have your father's temperament now you don't carry the weight of the Wizarding world on your shoulders. I, in fact, admire your mother. How she managed to live with him, if he was worse than you, I do not know'

'So now you think I'm arrogant?'

'Yes, you've become an arrogant toerag'

'Well, thank you very much! I-'

'Shut up'

'Yes Ma'am'

…

Ten minutes later, neither Harry nor Ginny had moved. They were enjoying the peace and quiet of their house in their own way before:

'MR POTTER, MISS WEASLEY!'

'I resent that remark!' Ginny shot back to McGonagall's head, which had just appeared in their living room fireplace ('Of all the fireplaces she had to choose' muttered Harry).

'Oh yes, I apologise. Mrs Potter, I forget' McGonagall shook her head in exasperation, eyes closed and pinching the bridge of her nose.

'Well-'

Harry cut across his wife before she could offend his old transfiguration professor.

'That's ok professor, everybody forgets sometimes'

Ginny punched her husband in the arm.

'You're in for it later, Potter' she whispered

'I'll be looking forward to it' he whispered back before once again addressing the head in the fireplace. 'What was it you wanted professor?'

'Thank you Mr Potter'

'Harry'

'Thank you Harry. Now I was wondering if you could come up and meet me at some point, here, at Hogwarts?'

'Sure professor, when would you like me to come?'

'Well, I'm not too particular, but I would like it to be this side of Christmas, if you don't mind. I know you're busy with your Auror work, but I hoped you wouldn't mind.'

'Of course not, anything for you professor'

McGonagall raised an eyebrow but carried on.

'So, I'll be seeing you soon, no doubt?'

'You can count on it, professor. Have a nice day, goodbye'

'Goodbye, Mr Potter'

Ginny coughed. McGonagall turned her head in her direction.

'Mrs Potter'

Her head disappeared from the fire. Harry turned to Ginny.

'You were rather quiet during that' he asked questioningly.

'Yeah, just a small tip, a little bit of advice'

'I don't need advice'

'Trust me, you do'

'I got you to marry me, didn't I? How do I need advice?'

'I was young, and stupid. Forgive my irrationality back then. But onto the advice'

'Which I don't need'

'Whatever. Just don't flirt with your ex-transfiguration teacher (who must be at least a 100), when your wife is sitting RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!'

'What? I wasn't flirting with McGonagall. You're mixing me up with Sirius'

'You were flirting with her. I sat here and watched the two of you flirt shamelessly'

'I know for one, I didn't flirt with McGonagall, and even if I did - which I didn't, just to make it clear – I highly doubt she would flirt back. You're just… Wait…Gin; were you just jealous of McGonagall?'

'No!' Ginny denied a bit too quickly

'I cannot BELIEVE you were just jealous of our old transfiguration teacher! That's the best!'

'I was not jealous of McGonagall!'

'You so were!'

'Argh, I hate you Potter!'

'No you don't'

'No, you're right, I don't. But I do dislike you enough to do this!'

'Gin!'

Ginny had whipped her wand out, and stuck her husband to the wall… Upside down.

She knelt down in front of him, and kissed him, never once taking her eyes off of his, which were currently occupied in a different area.

'Potter, if you weren't cute and married to me, I'd slap you for that look just now'

'You've slapped me for less'

'Are you asking for a slap?'

'Can I ask where this slap is? OW! Ok, question answered!'

Ginny smiled, and then sauntered out of the room, waggling her hips in the way she knew drove Harry crazy.

…

Not long later, the smell of bacon wafted up his nostrils. He moaned. Ginny was teasing him, his every sense on fire because of her. His only sense left untouched was his hearing.

'Harry'

There went the hearing, too.

….

A/N: I'm gonna make this into a multi-chaptered, but I doubt any of you can guess where this is going! Think you do? Review!

Thanks,

Snuffles4Eva