The war was over. Well, the war as far as Voldemort and Death Eaters were concerned was most definitely over. Harry Potter had driven Godric Gryffindor's sword straight old Voldie's heart, resulting in a magical discharge that was felt by witches and wizards worldwide.
However, a different sort of war was taking place in the bed of the newly-weds Harry and Ginerva Potter. Neither had ever been so happy, but it was all that poor Harry could do to keep up with his new wife. Strategy was failing; thinking of other things wasn't stopping that most pleasuring feeling in the least. Still, strategy had never been Harry's strong point. He had always been a tactical decision kind of guy; Voldemort's end was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing... and this would be too.
The pleasure was intense, but Harry held his ground (among other things). He dipped his head down, giving his red-headed bride a lust filled kiss before pulling back and looking into her eyes. Ginny Potter knew that Harry wanted her to say something, but she had no idea her next few words would be the signal he had waited for.
"I love you, Harry.."
Harry could see her love for him nearly sparkle in her eyes, making him almost sorry for what he was about to do. Almost.
"I love you too, Mum.."
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Even as Harry laid on the floor clutching his genitals an hour later, all he could think was..
'Mischief Managed.'
So ends the short tale of 'A Marauder At Last.'
It's likely that some people will call me a sick bastard. They're right.
However, the resemblance references between Ginny and Lily are in the books, along with the physical resemblances between their movie counterparts. That has nothing to do with how little I care for Ginny as a character, but I still find it entertaining.
-Aoi-Tabibito