A/N: Heinously short but I had real issues with how to write this; I wanted to continue it from where I left off but then the ending I wanted would've been horribly rushed and I haven't the time for a ten parter!

So I give you this woefully short chapter, followed by a longer ending!

Edited: 2019

"Ginny." The voice was low, a hoarse whisper, but as it was said from between her legs, Ginny couldn't work out what turned her on more. She moaned in appreciation and rolled her hips, feeling the owner of the husky voice press his mouth to her body once more. She whimpered and her fingers tangled in jet black locks.

She spread her legs further as her beau climbed her body, peppering her skin with kisses as he rose above her.

"Oh Harry." She whispered and took his face between her hands.

She woke with a start.

Harry!? The bashful groom was now invading her dreams?! Not only that, but very wicked dreams. She glanced to her left, not expecting to see her husband there and thankfully he wasn't because Ginny couldn't fathom whether she was moaning out loud now or not. Blushing scarlet, Ginny hopped out of bed and called for her maid, Luna.

The one woman she could count on as a friend in this shallow court; Luna saw life from an entirely different perspective and it soothed Ginny's frazzled nerves.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news my ladyship?" Luna came in bearing a dark blue gown.

Astoria Goyle's belly had begun to swell. Ginny's was still undeniably flat and every time the smug little cow walked past, the woman's eyes would drift pointedly to the empty stomach of the princess. Ginny would have the last laugh, now Astoria's fertility had been proven the Court balance was hardly upset by the news. Cormac had moved onto to another, and while her husband was not the cleverest of men, he pointedly knew that the child was not his. As Astoria tried to lord it over Ginny, she found herself cut down firmly by Cormac, who had no intentions of making her his Mistress officially, and so Astoria would find her confinement to be lonely and dull.

Ginny was surveying the palace while she sat atop Arnold and felt the wind whip at her hair. There was a sense of something on the horizon, only she wasn't sure what it was. After riding past the Rose Garden, and seeing her husband's narrow hips thrusting away at another woman of the court, she returned back to her stables and slid from the saddle deep in thought. She realised Harry was holding Arnold's bridle and for a moment she avoided his gaze, as she had done for the past week. Flashes of her recurring dreams ran through her head every time she so much as glanced at the man before her. Especially when the real Harry smiled at her; the dream Harry would grin at her with wickedness that made her whine his name. But now inspiration threw aside all of her torturous dreams and she turned to stare at the men with undisguised glee in her eyes.

"That's a dangerous looking expression." He remarked drily, barely looking up from his book.

"Oh it will be." She smirked and with a sudden forwardness pressed a kiss to his forehead before vanishing out of the door.