AUTHOR'S NOTE: My sincere apologies for taking so long for this chapter. I got completely swamped with school work. I was going to include Ginny's birthday here but decided to make it its own chapter. This does contain explicit sexual content, you have been warned. I will mark that section off with a line at beginning and end. Please R&R!

Chapter Seven: Birthday Magic

July found the residents of the Burrow anxious to get on with their lives. Hermione had returned to live with her parents, at least temporarily, and as a result Ron was spending a lot more time in London. Harry and Ginny often found themselves taking long walks through the grounds, just enjoying each others company. They would walk and talk for hours, and occasionally return to their favorite spot in the woods.

When they returned to the Burrow on the third Monday of the month Mrs. Weasley greeted them in the kitchen.

"Harry dear, your birthday is next week, did you want to invite anyone down?"

He stopped for a brief moment, thinking about those he wished could join him. "maybe just Hagrid . . . . and, Andromeda, Mrs. Weasley."

"Of course dear."

Harry and Ginny continued up the stairs to Ginny's room. They sat together on the bed and Ginny turned to face Harry. "You didn't think she'd forget did you?"

Harry laughed, "no, just hoped."

"and you didn't think I'd forget did you?"

Harry just looked at her, nonplussed. He didn't know what she meant and so he just sat there, looking into her eyes. She leaned over and kissed him. As Mrs. Weasley called them for dinner she broke the kiss and gave Harry a deeply mischievous look. She rushed to the door, turned and said, "you'll love your present."

Harry was left to ponder those tantalizing words for the next week. Midnight of the 31st Harry was awoken by Ginny's soft lips on his. He opened his eyes, and in the blur he could make out her smiling face hovering above him. He sat up and grabbed his glasses. She came into focus and his jaw dropped. She was sitting on his bed, wearing only a bra and matching lace panties.

"Happy Birthday, Harry, part 1 of 3."

"P . . .p . . . part 1?" Harry stammered.


And she attacked. Her lips met his as she bowled him over back into the bed. Their was a burning ferocity in Ginny's movements as she crushed her lips against Harry's. Her tongue forced its way between his teeth and immediately took control. She pressed herself hard into his bare stomach and stroked her hands down his sides. Harry was still laying there, slightly in shock. Slowly the reality dawned on him, and he began to press back against his love. Their tongues danced and Harry knew he was truly happy. His arms wrapped around Ginny and his hands came to rest on her backside. He squeezed gently and continued to run his hands down her thighs. She broke the kiss and straddled him. She reached up and removed her bra. She lowered herself onto Harry's chest, and pulled herself slowly downward. She grazed her breasts across his pyjamas and her head stopped just over the prominent bulge. Her hungry eyes rested on Harry's bright green, loving ones. Ginny reached up and ripped his pants down, exposing Harry's erection. She hesitated for a brief moment, her eyes locked on Harry's. And then, she plunged herself downward and engulfed Harry inside her mouth.

It was pleasure like he had never known before and he threw his head backward as he felt Ginny's tongue against his hard flesh. He lay there in peaceful bliss while Ginny worked her magic. Harry was jerked back to reality as Ginny suddenly released him from her warm mouth. She stood up and swiftly removed her now rather wet underwear. Harry gaped in absolute amazement. They had never been completely naked in front of each other before and he marveled in her stunning beauty.

"I take it you're enjoying part 1?" Ginny giggled at him.

He could only nod as she leaned into his ear, "part 3 is my birthday . . ."

The sudden realization of what she meant left Harry wishing it was August. This thought didn't last long however, as Ginny had placed herself atop him. Harry had of course heard the jokes centered around the number, but now he was living it. He was in totally unfamiliar territory and so hesitantly he raised a hand to the soft wet folds of skin between Ginny's legs. The sound that escaped Ginny as his first finger entered was soft and encouraged Harry onward. Emboldened by her soft coo, he pressed his finger deeper. Ginny again let out a soft gasp, and then silenced herself around Harry's penis. They continued for several minutes until at last Harry could no longer hold back. Removing his tongue from inside Ginny, he groaned out her name . . .


"Oi!" Harry and Ginny woke with a start. Ron was standing in the doorway with an expression of mild horror on his face. Harry and Ginny had fallen asleep atop each other, and in their sleep the covers had come slightly askew, revealing, to the disgruntled Ron, precisely how much Harry and Ginny loved each other. Harry blinked wearily at Ron and then, realizing the nature of the circumstance, swore loudly.

"Well, I guess I'll just go . . . breakfast is almost ready. . ." Ron turned and close the door behind him. As the door clicked shut, Ginny burst into laughter. Grinning, Harry pushed her off of him.

"Thank you for part 1, my love." Harry said, staring into her eyes.

"The next two will be even better . . ." and with that, Ginny leaped out of bed and headed for the shower.

Mrs. Weasley bustled over as Harry sat at the table for breakfast. "Happy Birthday dear. The rest of the family will be here for dinner. Also, they arrived for you earlier this morning." she indicated two large barn owls perched at the windowsill.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." As he turned to face the birds, they took flight and landed on the table in front of Harry. Harry removed the two letters, and the owls took off into the daylight. The letters were quite heavy, and Harry let out a soft whistle as he turned them both over. On the back of the heavier envelope, was the seal of Gringotts Bank, and on the other the seal of the Ministry.

He opened the Gringotts letter first:

Mr. Harry J. Potter,

Due to recent events at Gringotts Bank, the Ministry of Magic ordered a review of all accounts. The following is the accounting of your vault(s) at Gringotts.

Respectfully,

Goruk. President Gringotts Bank

Harry opened the next sheaf of parchment.

Vault 687:

Owner: Harry James Potter

Galleons: 400,000

Sickles: 300,000

Knuts: 450,000

Total: 418,000 Galleons

Vault 157:

Owner: Peverell Estate

Coins: 2.3 million Galleons

Property: Estimated Value 4.0 million Galleons

Vault 235:

Owner: Black Estate

Coins: 5.5 million Galleons

Property: 500,000 Galleons

Potter Estate:

Property: 1.5 million Galleons

Total Account Holdings:

Coins: 8.218 million Galleons

Property: 6.0 million Galleons

Harry fell out of his chair. There had to be some mistake, how could he have inherited both the Peverell Estate and the Black estate? He roused himself from the floor as Mrs. Weasley came hurrying over.

"Are you alright dear?" Harry just nodded, and opened the second letter.

Harry,

I do hope this letter reaches you before the letter from Gringotts. You deserve an explanation. When Sirius died, he left you as his sole benefactor. Sirius was the last blood line descendant of the Black Estate and as a result, you have inherited their fortune. Your father, was the sole blood descendant of Ignotus Peverell and you are now the last link to the family. Both Estates are yours to do with as you please. I expect I will see you shortly,

Kingsley.

Harry was dumbfounded. He sat staring at the Gringotts ledgers, unable to move. He felt Ginny's arms wrap around his neck. She bent her face down, level with his and let out a small shriek.

"Harry! Is that, is all that . . . yours?" He just nodded, still in shock. They both jumped from their silent gaping stares as Mrs. Weasley placed a heaping plate of bacon and eggs in front of Harry.

"Eat up dear. Ginny, it is rude to read other people's mail." She tsked slightly at her daughter and turned back to the stove.

"It's alright Mrs. Weasley, I think this is information she should know. And you and Mr. Weasley as well."

"Is everything alright dear?"

"More than alright Mum, Harry is a millionaire!" Ginny practically shouted the last word.

"Bloody hell mate!" Ron had snatched the letter out of Harry's hands. "I want a Firebolt"

Ginny punched Ron. Mrs. Weasley let out an exasperated, "Ronald!" and Harry just laughed.

They spent their time until lunch discussing exactly how many wonderful things Harry could buy with his new found wealth. Lunch was punctuated with the occasional arrival of members of the Weasley clan. They spent the afternoon setting up a large table, and several chairs, out on the lawn. Mrs. Weasley worked tirelessly in the kitchen, despite Harry's objections. Around 5:00pm Mr. Weasley arrived with a soft pop in the backyard. Almost immediately after, Kingsley Schacklebolt appeared behind hm.

Hagird and Andromeda Tonks arrived not long after. Teddy was barely 3 months old and so slept most of the time. Harry spent a large portion of his birthday evening just watching the small child as his hair turned colors uncontrollably. Eventually, Mrs. Weasley dragged him outside for cake and presents. Harry was 18 years old, and looking back on his life he was surprised to find himself a day older than 11. The party lasted well into the night with a fantastic Weasley feast, and the best group of friends since the Marauders. Part 2 of Harry's gift turned out to be a whole collection of books written by aurors throughout the years. As the night drew to a close Ginny fell asleep on Harry's lap as they rested on an armchair by the fire. Noticing her daughter resting peacefully on Harry's lap Mrs. Weasley quietly hurried the guests from the house, and sent Harry and Ginny to bed.

Harry carried Ginny up to her bed and laid her gently against the pillow. When Ginny woke up she was fully clothed and had her arms wrapped tightly around Harry Potter. She woke him with a kiss to begin August, their last month together before school.


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