Author's Note: I did not mean to take such a large sabbatical from this fanfic! Shortly after I posted the last chapter I got pregnant in which I spent every spare moment of free time taking naps (growing a human exhausted me). My little boy was born last May. He now goes to preschool part-time so that means Mummy can write again for the summer!

Previously in Chapter 10:

The dessert arrived, decorated with edible flowers. Harry and I took turns savoring the sweet flavors. After dessert was cleared, our wine was finished, and the bill was paid, we slipped out into the night.

Harry put his arm across my back and pulled me into his side. "Ready to go home?"

I smiled at that. His use of the word "home" was sweet and natural. Hopefully we would someday have one home together and wouldn't have to pop back and forth between flats. "Sure." I replied.

Chapter 11

The next few days were spent in a haze of languid lovemaking at Grimmauld Place. I would awaken in Harry's comforting arms as the daylight began to filter in through the curtains. Sometimes we would make love then, sometimes we would share breakfast in the kitchen. I spent my mornings working out in Holyhead (our restrictions were lifted since the aurors had the suspects in custody). I would pop by the Burrow for lunch and help mum with various things while listening to a steady stream of happy babble about my newest relationship. The evenings I would usually spend back at Harry's, reading and helping Kreacher with chores when he wasn't looking.

The evenings were filled with different types of love making. Some slow and unhurried, a few passionate trysts against a wall, some on a transfigured rug in front of the hearth, and one time on the kitchen table.

Thursday morning was a little less joyful. The weather seemed to reflect the mood, the clouds thick and grey letting no light through the curtains at all. Harry and I got ready for the trial quietly. I think we both had a lot on our minds.

I dressed in a dark grey dress to match the weather. It was modestly cut and went past my knees. I paired it with a pink belt and thick black stockings. I charmed my hair into a french twist and applied my make-up carefully while Harry got dressed in a black suit with a green shirt and blue tie.

"That colour makes your eyes look really amazing, you know."

Harry smirked. "Yeah, like a fresh pickled toad even."

I blushed, "Shut it."

After a quick breakfast of tea and toast we flooed to the ministry into a sea of press. Harry pasted a smile on his face but let out a low soft growl of annoyance. He took my hand and I smiled as well. We made it through the throng of photographers without going blind from the flashbulbs and into the lifts.

We arrived at the courtroom and were ushered into the witness area. The room was a bit like an amphitheatre. There were benches in a circle in several levels. The walls were old stone and large sconces held enchanted flames that were the only light source in the room. The press were seated across the way while Wizengamot were seated to our immediate left. I was thankful Harry was seated next to me. I was glad for the company and reassuring glances we exchanged every few minutes.

A witch old enough to be my grandmother entered the room. Everyone rose to their feet quickly. She had on a large important looking hat and severely dark robes. After she shuffled to her pulpit and balanced on her stool, she cleared her throat and ordered everyone to sit back down.

"We are gathered here today to give a trial to accused death eater, Tiberius Hadrian Jugson. Witnesses for the prosecution are Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley."

Ginny glanced toward the center of the room. In chains with an auror on either side of him with their wands drawn was her attacker. Her heart started to speed up. Beads of sweat broke out upon her forehead and back. She gave Harry's hand a tight squeeze. Harry squeezed back.

The elderly head witch spoke again, "Mr. Jugson, do you deny that you are a death eater and assisted in assaulting Miss Weasley and Mr. Potter?"

Jugson pierced the witch with a glare but said nothing.

"Right then, Mr. Potter we will begin with your testimony."

Harry gave my hand a final squeeze before carefully climbing down the stairs to the witness chair in the center.

"Mr. Potter, in your own words, describe the events of the evening."

Harry squared his shoulders and began, "I was escorting Miss Weasley the night of the Quidditch Awards to accept her award. We went backstage and were knocked out. When I gained consciousness, Jugson was trying to drown Miss Weasley in a bucket of water. My hands were tied behind my back and my wand was missing. Then Jugson came over to me and started to physically attack me. Ginny somehow freed herself and attacked Jugson. She stole his wand and freed me.

She was having trouble walking so I carried her out. A few others tried to stop us with curses but we luckily made it outside. I alerted the aurors and apparated us to Saint Mungo's."

The head witch nodded once, writing something down on a spare bit of parchment. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. Miss Weasley, give us your account, if you please."

I picked my way through the crowd to switch places with Harry. I folded my hands in my lap before I began my testimony. "I had just accepted an award and was hit with something backstage that knocked me out. When I awoke we were in the death eater's dungeon. My shoes and wand were missing and my hands were tied behind my back. Jugson came in with an omniocular and two buckets. He filmed torturing Harry and I. He pulled me by my hair to the buckets and started dunking my head into a bucket of hot water, then cold. I vomited at some point. He kicked me. That's when he started to attack Mr. Potter.

'I managed to loosen my ropes wandlessly and snuck up on Jugson. He was focused on beating him and filming it. I brought my hands down over his ears, damaging his equilibrium. When he went to the ground, he kicked my legs out from under me. His wand rolled away and I punched him in the genitals and kicked out his knee cap to get the wand.

'I then freed Mr. Potter. He picked me up and managed to carry me to the exit, narrowly escaping some curses from other death eaters. He apparated us to Saint Mungo's."

The witch raised her eyebrows when I described attacking Jugson back. If she was impressed though, she hid it fairly well. "Very well, Miss Weasley. You may resume your seat. We will now view the film that Jugson made with his omniocular."

A wizard walked to the center and tapped his wand twice on the omniocular and set it down on the witness chair. A series of images sprang forth. If talking about the attack was bad, reliving it with a room full of people was ten times worse. I saw myself in my evening gown, I saw myself getting dragged by my beautiful hair to the buckets, and that's when I turned away. I couldn't watch anymore. Harry placed a supportive arm around me. I nestled into his shoulder and breathed in the comforting smells of Harry. He smelled like soap, broomsticks, and the woods after a rain.

He squeezed my shoulder gently, "Do you want to watch you beat him up? It's about to happen I think."

I lifted my eyes to see the omniocular clatter to the ground and film Jugson. I saw my fist connect with his groin and watched with satisfaction as my foot ruined his knee cap. The courtroom broke out in a frenzy of whispered comments during this last scene.

The elderly witch motioned to the rest of wizengamot and announced, "We shall deliberate."

A mass of crimson and ebony robes rustled about as a chorus of hushed voices conversed amongst each other.

I exchanged glances with Harry. He had an admiring grin on his face. He leaned closer to my ear, "You know you could definitely be an auror if this whole international Quidditch star thing doesn't work out for you."

I smiled back. "It's always good to have a backup plan."

The head elderly witch called the room to order a moment later. "Tiberius Hadrian Jugson, the Wizengamot hereby decrees that you are a threat to wizards and witches of our society. You are a danger to others and our freedoms. You may live out the rest of your miserable existence in Azkaban. You are dismissed."

Harry squeezed my hand. "Good. I've already talked to one of the guards there and they said they would have no trouble finding a dementor for his cell. Hey, Ginny, what do you want your statement to be?"

I exhaled loudly and shrugged. "I'm glad he won't hurt anyone else...how do you make that more official sounding?"

Harry thought for a moment as the courtroom emptied around us. "How about, 'We are glad justice was served today. There is one less death eater off the streets who will lose the chance to hurt anyone else.' "

"That sounds fine. So I give my statement and then we can leave?"

"Unless you would like to answer a bunch of inane questions, yes. I took the day off."

I smiled at him and threaded my fingers through his. "Right then, let's get this over with."

We met a barrage of reporters outside the room. I felt Harry's magic wash over me as he cast a shield charm silently. I suppose to keep the reporters and photographers a distance away.

"MISS WEASLEY! WHAT HAPPENED?"

"MISS WEASLEY ARE YOU SATISFIED?"

"AZKABAN? WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS?"

"MISS WEASLEY, DID YOU SEE THE FILM?"

I spoke up in a loud voice, "Thank you. I am happy to see justice served here today. I am relieved that we now have one less death eater in the world to attack innocent people."

Harry guided me forward through the crowd to the lifts.

"IS MR. POTTER GOING TO PROPOSE?"

"MISS WEASLEY, IS IT TRUE YOU STRUCK THE ATTACKER LIKE A MUGGLE?"

"MISS WEASLEY, ARE YOU STILL HURT?"

I sighed in relief as the lift doors closed and silence washed over us.

After a few floors Harry spoke, "That went well, really. Your place or mine?"

"I'm running out of clothes at your place, let's go to mine."

We crossed to the floos quickly and stepped into my flat a moment later. I threw my handbag to my couch gracelessly, and watched as a few things tumbled to the floor. I kicked off my heels, "I'll get that later, I'm going to change. Make yourself at home."

I took off my stockings and let down my hair. I poked my head out of the bedroom to ask Harry a question, "What do you fancy for lunch?"

That's when I noticed Harry staring at something in his hand, standing by the sofa. He looked totally focused and didn't seem to hear me. "Harry?"

He jumped a bit when I said his name. "Ginny, sorry, these fell out of your hand bag," he waved my photographs in the air. My boudoir photographs! I walked over and looked at them with him. "This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" His eyes were a dark green as they drank the image of me in my corset and knickers posing on the bed.

"Honestly, I sort of forgot about that stuff with all that's happened recently."

He flipped to the next one. I was giving a seductive look to the camera while clutching a white sheet to my bare chest. "Fuck," he softly swore under his breath. "Can I have you now? Please?" His tore his eyes from the photograph to look into mine.

I smirked. "You know I still have those knickers. Want me to pose for you?"

"You will be the death of me, Ginny. I'm so hard already."

"Good. Wait right there." I scurried into my bedroom and slipped into my fancy knickers. I threw my dress over my head and unhooked my boring bra. I slid my corset over my head and used my wand to tie the stays. I grabbed stockings and rolled those back over my legs, hooking them to my garter and found my high heels from my wardrobe (not the sensible ones, the ones that cried out 'Shag me!'). I flicked my wand at the candles around the room and banished my clothes littering the floor to my wardrobe. I perched atop my duvet, crossing my legs and tossing my hair over my shoulders.

I opened the door with my wand to find Harry already there in his boxer shorts waiting. He was already hard, as advertised. He sauntered into the room and dropped the photographs on my bedside table. "I don't need these when the real thing is so much better."

He pulled me gently to my feet. He tipped my chin up and claimed my lips as his own. His hands brushed down my shoulders, down the back of my corset, and cupped my lace clad bum as he roughly pushed my hips against his body. I felt his erection through the fabric separating us. He moaned softly into my mouth as his tongue danced with mine.

I let my hands trail up and down his strong arms. I then felt the sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach. I began to tease his erection through his shorts but he grabbed my wrist to stop me. "None of that, witch. I'm more than ready for you. Now I have to return the favor."

He gently pushed me down to the bed so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. He knelt between my legs. He kissed me softly on my lips, then set a trail of kisses exploring my neck and breasts. He grabbed my wand from the bed and untied my stays to my corset, slipping it over my head before he resumed his attentions to my breasts. My knickers grew wet as he took my nipples one by one into his mouth. He laid me down, still kneeling before me on the floor and rolled my knickers down my stocking covered legs. He left my stockings and heels on as he tasted me. I bucked my hips into his face when his tongue hit my clit. My hands made fists of the duvet when he finally put his tongue inside of me.

"You taste so good. Are you ready for me?" He asked as he pushed his shorts to the floor. I nodded emphatically. He took my wand and pointed it at the bed. Suddenly the bed began to rise. It stopped when it was high enough for him to thrust into me while he stood on the floor beside the bed.

The first thrust was good but the second was so much better. I felt myself open up and take all of him. It wasn't long before I could feel his balls slapping me as he picked up the pace. He thrust into me again and again. I didn't climax until he started to play with my clit between thrusts. He came immediately after I did.

We were both covered with sweat, Harry more so than I. I shed my stockings and heels and took a shower with Harry. It wasn't a sexual shower, it was more of a comforting one. We took turns washing each other, just caring for and appreciating one another's bodies.

As Harry massaged shampoo into my scalp he said, "Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?"

My eyes opened to find his, full of love and emotion. "Why's that?"

"Not many wizards are as lucky to have such a strong witch. What you did to that death eater was really impressive, Ginny. Most people tend to give up without their wands. You simply wouldn't admit defeat. You are so brave."

I smiled and felt the words sink into my soul. "Thank you, Harry. I knew I had to get him off of you. I was focused on saving you."

He pulled me into a tight embrace. "We are both so lucky to have made it out of there. I don't know what I would do without you."

I returned the embrace, tightening my arms around his naked body. "Nor I, Harry."

Author's Note: Thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoyed it. I'm taking suggestions for plot bunnies/ideas for a new one-shot (private message me or review). A big thank you to my beta reader - StephanieO! She helped me after two years of radio silence.