Reason for the Rating

Totally M rating for this chapter.

Just to warn you.

Chapter 14

Challenge

"Jamie and Albie get your arses out my room!" Teddy yelled, stomping his foot.

"Theodore Potter! If I hear that word come out of your mouth one more time I am going to scorgify it!" Ginny yelled as she walked down the hall towards his room.

"Get out!" he whined, obviously trying to coral both the three year old James and one and a half year old Albus. She could hear Victoire giggling at his attempts. "You know the two of you could help." He huffed as Ginny entered the room.

James was standing on a chair pulling Teddy's comics off the shelf while Teddy was trying his best to stop Albus from chewing on one. She picked James up by the back of his overalls and reached for Albus, whom Teddy handed her gratefully.

"You had better never let me here you talk like that again. Am I understood?" she said firmly.

Teddy nodded his head "Sorry mum." He muttered.

"I better not hear it from neither of you two either." She said firmly, looking at Ollie and Victoire who were both sitting on the floor playing a game of Gobstones.

"Yes ma'am." Oliver replied.

"Of course not Auntie." Victoire chimed.

"Right, Well, unfortunately my hands are full Ted, so you are going to have to pick those up. You and Ollie are staying with Gramma Andromeda tonight." She said as she hoisted Al farther onto her hip, James was still hanging belly down from the strap on his overalls, giggling the whole time.

"We aren't staying here?" Oliver said nervously, he had never stayed with Teddy anywhere else. They might be nine now but he hadn't been away from home much. Only here and at his own grandparent's a few times.

"Nope, you two are staying with Gramma Andromeda, these two are staying with Nana Weasley."

"What about Vic?" Teddy protested, seeing her dejected face.

"I think Vic is staying at home. Uncle Bill didn't say, but he is picking her up in two hours. Please straighten this before you leave, understood?"

"I will." Teddy said as Ginny left the room, pushing her hair from her face.

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Harry walked through the front door, having apparated to the cemetery after work. It was later than usual but the house was strangely quiet. He hadn't ever heard it that quiet. Not since he and Ginny found their first place in Hogsmede, before they actually moved in.

"Gin?" He called from the front door. He unbuttoned his silvery shirt and undid his tie, leaving it hanging over his shoulders, around his neck. Ginny came down the stairs, wiping her hands on a pair of well fitting jeans, her hair laying sleek and straight. Even in his dampened mood he smiled at her, she walked into his arms, he kissed her temple and laid his hands on the small of her back after stowing his wand.

"You look incredible. I missed you today." He muttered as he breathed in the scent that was 100% Ginny. "It is awfully quiet around here, did you lock them all in their rooms or something?" he asked as he followed her up the stairs to the sitting family room.

She chuckled in response, "No, I thought I would ship them off to their grandparents for the day. Mum has the little ones and Andromeda has Teddy and Ollie, they are all gone for the night." She said taking in his appearance. His eyes were darkened underneath, his hair stood on end, suggesting he had been running his hands through it, an unconscious nervous habit he had. His face was pale, reminding her of a much younger Harry. "You didn't sleep last night did you?"

He shook his head and dropped his face into his palms, his elbows on his knees. "Not at all, I tried but it was just too much you know. It is 11 years today Gin. That is absurd. Eleven years ago I made the stupidest decision of my life. It has been eleven years since we walked into the ministry." He muttered. She heard the waiver in his voice.

"I know love. And it wasn't your fault. You have to forgive yourself." She said softly. "Did you go to the cemetery after work I take it?"

He nodded solemnly.

"You realize he has been gone three times the time that he was actually in my life?" he ignored her plea of forgiveness.

"I do."

He shook his head and stood, she glanced up at his watery eyes. "How is it that on days like today, even with you and the boys in my life, I still feel like that 15 year old that lost his Godfather and is all alone?" he asked, watching her stand and wrap her arms around his waist.

She pressed her lips firmly against his, trying to remind him of everything that he had. "You are not alone Harry. You weren't then and you aren't now." She said against his lips.

Intense need filled him, a need to be held, to be touched. A need to be wanted and accepted and not to be alone. He wasn't sure he had ever felt something that intense grip him that suddenly. He grasped her thighs and pulled her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. He squeezed her buttocks through the tight denim, kissing her harder as he threw her onto the couch, falling on top of her and began to undo her button and zip. Pulling the jeans and knickers off in one swift motion he quickly unzipped his own slacks and pushed his boxerbriefs with them low on his hips, not even bothering to take them completely off before holding her in place and pushing into her.

She gasped at the boldness of it all. They were rarely quite so rough with each other, but knowing what he needed, she let herself go in the moment with him. His raw desire was infectious as she met him thrust for thrust, she dug her nails into his back and bit his shoulder, his ragged breaths sending her into near as much of a sex crazed frenzy as him. They set a blistering pace over the next twenty minutes. She screamed against the hard, auror trained muscle of his shoulder blade as she felt herself climax. He threw himself into her harder as she tightened around him gasping for breath, barely breathing her name as she felt him spill into her.

He could barely hold himself off of her, his arms shaking. He leaned on one elbow using the other hand to push her now sweaty hair from her face as he wiped his own sweat from his forehead and eyes.

"I'm sorry." He muttered guiltily, kissing her hairline.

"Whatever for?" she asked bemused.

"Using you like that. To forget." He said honestly, meeting her eyes. His still held sadness within them.

"Hmmm, well if that was in the name of forgetting then I think we need to go for giving you a good case of amnesia. Believe me no apologies are necessary." She said in a husky voice, causing him to laugh slightly, making her squirm against him. "I say we continue this for the rest of the night."

He smiled and pulled away from her, lifting her so that her legs wrapped around his waist once more. He flung his shoes off and shook his legs one at a time to get his trousers all the way off whilst kissing her deeply.

"Shirt. Off." He said brokenly through their passionate kisses as he kicked their bedroom door open, her still in his arms.

She let go of his neck and pulled away long enough to rip the fitted Tshirt over her head. He sat her gently on their bed and reached to undo her bra, burying his face into her cleavage.

"Hmmmmm." He sighed, kissing the top of each breast. "I do love you." He murmured and he lay her back and reclaimed her lips, letting his hands wander.

Hours later they lay on the bed, completely nude, all of the covers thrown onto the floor in a pile. Her head rested in the crook of his arm, he trailed his fingers down her side.

"You are amazing, have I ever told you that?" he asked in a soft voice, his eyes sparkling as he watched her breathe in and out.

"I think you may have mentioned it a time or two." She sighed, kissing his bicep, making him shiver.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, her stomach growling in response, he laughed and placed his hand over her flat midriff. "Why don't we just run out and grab something quick? Since it is just the two of us."

"Does it involve us putting on clothes?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Unfortunately, yes." He replied, his face lit up with repressed laughter.

She climbed on top of him, sitting directly on top of his groin. She felt him harden in response. "Well that Thai restaurant in London is open until 2 in the morning on the weekends so I say we wait." She said barely concealed mischief reverberating through her voice.

He groaned in delight and lust. "Are you trying to kill your husband? I am not as young as I once was." He joked.

She shook her head as she nipped at his neck. "Hmmm, well, it is only the second week of June, you won't be 27 for another 6 weeks. I don't think I can wear you out yet." She said, delightedly.

"Maybe not, but I give you permission to try your hardest." He hissed as she took him in her hand and encased him within herself. Her eyes twinkled.

"I accept that Challenge."

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It was midnight when Harry slipped into a pair of loose jeans and an old faded gold cotton t shirt, emblazoned with the Gryffindor crest. He watched Ginny shimmy into a pair of cottony purple Yoga pants and a purple and white sleeveless shirt.

"So Thai?" he said, trying to cover his yawn.

She nodded her head as she pulled her unruly hair into a hairtie.

"Yup, Thai. And I think I won the challenge." She said lightly, heading for the door.