Flirting And Misbehavior

"Can I hold my baby?" Ginny asked with a wink.

"Ginny, my love, since when could I ever deny you anything. Here hold her," Harry slipped the broad cloth carrier off his shoulder and handed both carrier and baby to Ginny. "It fits over your shoulder like this." Harry the father adjusted the fit so that his baby (and hers Ginny thought shyly), nestled closely by her breast.

"You look just like my cousin Adeline." Ginny cooed as the baby began to cry.

"I'd better take her back." Harry the father suggested.

"No not yet, tell me how to calm her."

"Well you can bounce on your toes a bit. Or rock from side to side. Perhaps she will go back to sleep, but if she doesn't she may be hungry, or she may need to be changed. She will cry before she pees, so if you are quick you can get her to a sink before she soils herself. It is an art as much as anything."

"What was your Ginny like," Ginny asked as she walked into the nearest bathroom. "How did you get married? What happened to bring you together?"

Harry the father looked uncomfortable. "After Bellatrix killed your mother we were just driven together, you know? You wouldn't let me out of your sight, even when I got very cross with you. I'm sorry about that by the way; I never got a chance to apologize to the real you. Anyway, being with you helped me to heal from all of the deaths that Voldemort caused. You loved me unconditionally, and that more than anything was what turned me away from remorse toward hopefulness. Ginny, I never loved you enough to repay that debt. Now I live for you, to be the parent to our child that you would have been." Harry finished with tears in his eyes.

Ginny looked away. Almost she wished she were that Ginny that this Harry loved so dearly, mother of this child. Even if it meant that she were dead now, it might be worth it for this. After changing their baby daughter Ginny returned her to her Harry, and kissed him. "That is for you from your Ginny, wherever she is now, for being such a loving husband and caring father."

Harry pulled out his wand and pulling a bath towel from the wall, transformed it into a crib, then with a whispered spell placed a now sleeping baby girl carefully within. Ginny noted with a little surprise that this Harry's wand was Dumbledore's elder wand, the same one that her Harry had returned to Dumbledore's grave rather than have it attract ever more death in the future.

Harry turned to Ginny, "Come with me. After all of this is over I mean, come back with me. I deserve you Ginny, your baby deserves you. We need you," as he spoke he drew nearer until they were standing only inches apart. Harry looked pained, "it isn't fair how much you look like her, smell like her, kiss like her. I want you back."

Ginny reached out to touch his face and Harry kissed her on the wrist, then on the lips. "We were married two years, Ginny. For two years you were my textbook, the map of my desires. And I know you inside and out. You know I know you. I know what you love, what you need."

"I do dream about you, sometimes," Ginny smiled wondering if it was cheating to kiss your boyfriend if your boyfriend was in two bodies. The thrill of being this close to him felt electric, a rush of sensation in her fingers every time she touched him.

"I dream about nothing else." Harry reached behind her and lifted her off the floor and sat her on the sink. Desperately, like a starving man given food, he kissed her. Deep and long he held her mouth captive while with his hands he unknotted the bath robe that she had almost forgotten putting on that morning, pulling her body to him as the robe fell away.

Without warning her body remembered the excitement of the previous evening, Ginny moaned into Harry's mouth as his hands played expertly over her body. One hand pulled her thick mane of hair over her shoulders, sensually pulling through her hair like her favorite brush. The other traced patterns down her spine pulling her into him and then sending waves of desire through her as he kneaded his palms into her.

She tried to pull back, to think, but there was too much sensation, too many things happening at once, and before she could object he too was naked, his body pressing against hers as fueled by love and desire her body began to blossom open.

Too close and too forcefully, she felt him there. Ginny pivoted her hips to move him away from this dangerous contact but instead captured him with her body. There she paused for a moment in fear as Harry pushed himself inward hardly noticing the slight wince of pain she gave as her innocence gave way to his desire.

"Oh, no, she sobbed unheard into his mouth, while Harry steered their bodies ever forward on a rising tide of shared euphoria. When their climax came, it came with wings that seemed to lift Ginny out of her body. Her legs shook, then her whole body shook as with her feet she pulled him into her with as much strength as she could bring to bear.

If was minutes later when sweaty and exhausted Harry leaned down for one more kiss. "I don't care about your world or your Harry, and if he cared for you half as much as I do he would have found you two years ago like I found my Ginny. Come back with me and you will be my world."

A tear fell from Ginny's right eye to trickle down her cheek, as Harry picked up his baby, then turned and left.