This one is for Breanie, thanks for the reminder early this morning. The art was posted back in March...and I'm picturing the brilliant Octavia Spencer as Harry's personal assistant.

Ginny Potter sighed in relief as she returned home from dropping her two sons to her parent's home, the Burrow, so she could clean up the house following the epic party they'd had the day before to celebrate her birthday. Her parents loved having any of the grandkids over, and with the expansive grounds, Ginny hoped her rambunctious boys would tire themselves out and go to bed early tonight, so she and Harry could have some alone time.

But when she looked around at all the mess, she didn't know where to start, even with magic. So she was pleased for the distraction of her husband's head in the fireplace.

"Hey love," she greeted.

"Hey Gin. Listen, we're heading out for a few days, that tip I've been hoping for has come through. Can you bring my bag over for me, please?" Harry kept a bag packed ready to go on any assignment, packed with the basic toiletries, potions and changes of clothes.

"Sure love, how long do I have?" she asked.

"We leave in an hour," he told her.

"I'll see you soon," she told him, and he nodded and closed the connection.

Pleased of a respite from the housework, Ginny went upstairs to grab Harry's bag. She was about to leave when she saw a particular gift bag on their dressing table. With a grin, Ginny changed her clothes.

Her husband deserved a decent send off, after all.

Harry was doing a last minute check to ensure he had everything he needed, and had left instructions with his personal assistant, Bree, of things he needed done during his absence. He barely glanced up as his door opened, but when he did, he was relieved to see his beautiful wife.

"Potter delivery service," she quipped, holding up his bag.

"Thanks, love," he said. "I really wanted to see you before we go."

"How long till you and the team are leaving?" she asked.

Harry checked his old watch, the same one Molly and Arthur had gifted him for his seventeenth birthday. "In about thirty minutes."

"Good, then we have plenty of time," said Ginny, removing her shirt.

"Plenty of time for – Gin, what are you doing? Merlin, is that the lingerie I gave you for your birthday?" he asked, eyes wide as she continued to disrobe.

"Yes, you like?" She gave him a shimmy.

He reached for her, pulling her into his arms. "I more than like. Fuck, that looks so hot on you."

"Thought I'd give you a good send off, and a reminder of what's waiting for you when you get back," she smirked, her hands unzipping his pants and lowering them. She then started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Are you serious?" he asked, amused.

"You look so sexy when you're getting ready to go out on an assignment. Get on the desk," she ordered.

Harry knew he should be preparing to talk to his team before they set off, but fuck it. Ginny was more important than anything, and besides, there had to be some perks to going out on assignment!

Bree, Harry's personal assistant, looked up as the deputy head auror strode in to Harry's outer office. He barely spared her a glance; Bree wasn't impressed with the man and she considered it her duty to spare her boss from idiots and sycophants.

"Is he in?"

Bree looked up. "Good morning, deputy head auror," she said pointedly. " If you are referring to head auror Potter, yes he is in, but he is unavailable at this time."

The man flushed. "We leave in ten minutes. I need to confer with him." He went to knock on Harry's door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said dryly.

The man ignored her, and knocked hard on Harry's door, looking back at her when there was no immediate reply.

"Did I mention Mrs Potter stopped by to see him off?" asked Bree. She smirked as the man paled. He'd had a run in with Ginny Potter before, and wasn't keen on having a second.

"Tell Potter I'll see him at the portkey station," he said gruffly, hurriedly leaving.

"Have a nice day," she called sarcastically, then muttered under her breath,"jackass."

She glanced at the door, then her watch. It was getting close to the time the aurors needed to leave, but she hated to be the one to cut into the Potters time together.

"He's the damn head of the department, if he's late, it's on him, not me," she muttered to herself. But still, she kept glancing between the door and the watch every minute.

Harry was laying on his desk, his head resting on several books as Ginny straddled him, her hands on his chest.

He started when someone knocked on his door but Ginny never stopped, not for a second.

"Fuck, Ginny, someone's knocking," he hissed, as she clenched her inner walls around him. He gripped her thighs.

"Ignore it," she panted, grazing her nails over his chest. She threw her head back as her orgasm built. "Fuuuuccccckkkkk."

Watching her was the biggest turn on, and Harry came right after her, pulsing into her.

"I fucking love you," he breathed, as they both came down.

She leaned over and kissed him softly. "Then fucking come back to me in one piece."

Four days Later

With their boys both finally asleep, Harry and Ginny retreated to their bedroom for some much needed alone time. They hadn't even bothered to remove all their clothes, and now, sated for the moment, Harry lay on his side, head on hand as he looked down at her. Smiling softly, she gently placed his glasses back on his face.

He stared down at her; how beautiful she was in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Any new scars?" she asked softly.

"I was careful," he told her.

She reached up to caress his jaw. "That's even sexier," she assured him.

Six weeks later, they found out they were expecting their third child.