I'm sorry... sorry sorry sorry... that I took so long to update... I had a really heavy writersblock these last few weeks... though I have ideas enough for future chapters, I have a hard time getting there...
I hope you'll enjoy this... be careful... there is something lemony in this chapter!
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50. Hermione's birthday!
To our relieve Arn survived. The day after I got back from the camp I visited the hospital with Harry. Although I was happy to see that Arn was still alive it was still really scary to see him like that, he was still in a bad shape, his breathing was aided and there was a healer constantly muttering spells. It was shocking to see his whole body covered in bruises, cuts and blood bandages.
The first evening I was there, Harry and I spoke to the department's head healer for a while. He was a old and wise man that reminded me greatly of Dumbledore. The healer was hopeful that Arn would completely recover but it would take at least until Christmas before he would be ready to work again, if he would ever recover enough to work again.
The next evening I spend some time to talk with Evelin and Lauri. Evelin was a sweet woman, wise and the hands-on approach type of woman. She felt completely helpless now that she couldn't do anything for her husband. She had been very shocked when Kingsley brought her the news of her badly wounded husband. She and her daughter had left everything behind and traveled to London with out even packing clothes.
She didn't want to leave her husband and go home, not even to get some clean clothes. Harry and I offered her and Lauri to stay at Grimmauld place, to have a shower, food and Kreacher was sure he had some fitting clothes for them. Grimmauld place was close by enough for them to walk to the hospital when ever they wanted but than at least they would have the comfort of a home and an elf to take care of them.
Dudley was there as well. It was the first time I met him and was horrified by the big guy. I didn't like him at all, though he was friendly and he was there to support Lauri, I couldn't get over the things he had done to Harry. Harry wasn't too happy with Dudley staying in his house either. We followed him closely when he was first brought to Grimmauld place. Guarded by Kingsley, Dudley was pulled into the Fidelus charm. According to Harry, Dudley was behaving much better but he thought that it was because he was in a dark wizards house and according to Harry, Dudley was still afraid of what Harry could do to him. To our relieve Dudley didn't say or do anything wrong during their stay.
With Arn in the hospital and the Auror office in a uproar, Harry, being Harry, took over and picked up the hunt for the Death Eaters and the Hag.
He had completely taken over the Auror office and together with Kingsley he reorganized the search for every dark wizard and creature that wanted to do harm to our world. He worked with a small team of people he trusted most to look for the Hag, while he had created three small teams to do gain intelligence, check tips and search and arrest the most wanted. He worked long days at the ministry, doing raids, interviewing possible witnesses, holding meetings and scouting lands with possible hiding places.
A few times they got close to her, a few times they almost cornered Umbridge but somehow she always got away. It was one of the main reasons why Harry worked with such a small team. He, and Kingsley agreed, was still considering there was still a leak with in the auror office. It was the only explanation why Umbridge was always able to get away on time.
But Harry was out for revenge, I knew it the moment he left that toyshop, I had seen it in his eyes. He wanted her, he wanted her locked up or death and nothing with stop him. Not, even a leak in his own department.
I was scared. Really scared that he would end up next to Arn. I had spend enough hours with Evelin in the hospital to realize that I had a reason to be afraid. Though I trusted Harry in his judgment and skills, I couldn't stop the fear that lingered in my body every time he left the house. Harry still had a thing for doing something rash and I knew he was getting impatient with this leak and with the Hag getting away from him all the time.
Every morning when he left I saw that fire in his eyes, the anger and the need to make things right. Every day I was afraid Kingsley would show up on the pitch during practice with bad news.
It was always a relieve when he got home in the evening unscratched and I was happy that he came home every evening, I dare say.
When I left for camp the day after Arn was hurt so badly I was really afraid that Harry would leave home as well, that he would go camping again and scout the land for the Hag. Especially after seeing Arn so broken and in pain he was fuming. That evening he was so ready to destroy her and forget everything until he got what he wanted. I was afraid that I would come back home to an empty house but I didn't. Harry was waiting for me at the gate.
I couldn't be more relieved to see him there, I nearly cried. I asked Harry if he had lived at the ministry for the week but he promised had slept at home every day during my absence. Though I knew this was mainly thanks to Kingsley, I knew he was the one kicking Harry out of the office every evening and maybe thanks to my dad because he had invited Harry over to the Burrow two times so that Harry had some company while I was away. Still I was grateful and relieved to see that Harry was learning to let go of things for an evening
After we had a small birthday party, we weren't in the mood to do anything big, life settled in a normal rhythm, well as normal it can be with me being a Quidditch player and Harry the most famous auror ever.
Yet a daily routine started to form, a normal happy routine.
A normal day over the last two and a half months was great but stressful. Great was waking up next to Harry every morning, great was having morning sex before grabbing a quick bite of breakfast together, great were the hours I spend with my new extended family on the Quidditch pitch, great were the evenings with friends we had when we would meet up at Grimmauld place, great were the hours spend on the sofa together.
Stressful were the hours Harry was away, stressful was my training schedule, stressful was the approaching match I had to play two days after Hermione's birthday, stressful were the fans and reporters that started to demand so much of me, stressful was the realization that there were still werewolves and Death Eaters on the loose, stressful was my mom complaining that she didn't see us often enough.
I really was happy that Harry and I started our lives together in a secluded house, in a quiet area. It wasn't that I was getting shy but we had so much to get used to that it was nice to be able to disappear from the earth. Though I knew that soon we would move to Godric's Hollow as Harry's project had really started three weeks ago, I was happy in the Summer house.
Anyway, life was starting to be as I had dreamed off. I just hoped that I wouldn't be so scared every day. That some day I would get used to it.
"Ginny!"
I sighed in relieve as I heard his voice call from the porch door.
"In here, Harry." I called back from the kitchen. I was busy wrapping our gift for Hermione's birthday when I got lost in my thoughts. I listened to his footsteps moving down the hall towards me, for a second I said a silent prayer in the hope he wouldn't be injured.
When the door opened I looked up and slumped against the back of the chair with a relieved sigh.
"You really need to trust me more." Harry said with a careful smile.
"I know. I just can't help it."
Harry walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me.
"I know." He whispered gently. "I know, love but I'm not going to leave you and I have promised you a thousand times that I will try not to get hurt."
"I know, Harry. I really know but I can't help worrying, especially after what happened to Arn. That woman is dangerous, maybe even more than Riddle was. At least somebody knew how to get rid of him."
Harry released me a bit and looked down at me. He looked a bit surprised to be honest. His eyes were wide and there was a deep frown between his eyes.
"You think Umbridge is more dangerous than Riddle?" He asked, slightly skeptical.
"Maybe… At least you know all about Riddle."
"Yes, but we are working hard to learn about her as well. I won't go after her again before I know everything. That what the raids are for."
I nodded, I knew he was taking his job seriously but I'm his girl, I was allowed to worry anyway.
"How was your day?" Harry asked me as he let me sit down again.
"Crazy. Seriously, I know they warned me about it but Gwen gets insane when the match gets close. She had us fly all morning, drilling, yelling, cursing and screaming at us like an insane person and after lunch she had us do stamina exercises until it was time to go home. I swear, we won't be able to fly Sunday because Gwen killed us all."
"Do you know if you'll be playing the first match?"
"No, not yet. Tomorrow we have a day off, thanks to Elly. She was the only one brave enough to tell Gwen that she was over-doing it. So tomorrow we have the day off and than Sunday we have to report at ten back at the pitch for a team meeting and the preparation for the match."
"How did Elly get Gwen to give you all a day off?" Harry asked incredulous. Over the last two months Harry and I had come to know Gwen as a very good friend, we had met up for dinner a few times and even spend a day out at the cinema with her and her boyfriend. Harry knew how obsessed Gwen was with winning and badly she wanted to win the cup this year.
"Rather funny. She asked Gwen if she know who would play Sunday already. When Gwen answered negative, Elly asked when she would think about that. Gwen said, 'whenIshouldbesleeping'. After ten minutes Elly had convinced Gwen that she needed sleep to be able to play at all and that she time to think tactics and team. So we were excused until the match."
Harry laughed loudly as he could imagine the overenthusiastic Gwen giving in to Elly. I tried to laugh as well but my muscles were all sore from practice.
"Sore?" Harry asked as he noticed I clutched my body against the pain.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you let me finish this and you take a warm bath. It will do you good."
I glanced down at the half wrapped present and than at the clock. We still had an hour before we had to be at Hermione's place for dinner.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, you go and have a moment to relax."
I kissed him deeply in appreciation and raced as fast as possible up the stairs, which wasn't really that fast, still I felt like an old lady by the time I reached the top of the stair. I silently cursed Gwen while dragging myself further to the bathroom.
Drooble is really the perfect house-elf, when I entered the bathroom he had already laid out a towel and drawn a bath with soothing potion.
"Everything is ready, miss Ginny." He whispered. "There's a potion for your pain over there, you can take it while you are taking your bath, it will make you feel better."
"Thank you, Drooble. You are a life-saver."
The elf bowed and disappeared, probably he went to help Harry out with Hermione's present.
I stripped down and carefully lowered myself into the hot bath. It felt so good. The soothing potion tingled around my body, focusing on the areas that hurt most. My legs and arms but also my back, it felt like a good massage.
After a few minutes I remembered the potion Drooble left for me. It tasted bad but the effects were immediate. I groaned softly as I felt the muscles in my body relax. I should have asked Drooble for help sooner.
I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the water take over. My mind forgot all worries for a while and came up with ideas for Hermione's hen-party. I found out two weeks ago that Harry, Neville and George were planning a stag party for Ron. I wasn't completely sure what they had in mind but from what Harry was willingly to tell me it would grand and special but still he wouldn't tell me everything.
So I wanted to do something for Hermione as well. I had send a few letters around to the girls asking for ideas and all. I had just sorted through them and together with Luna, I was planning a nice evening of booze, men and food. In the muggle world, of course. So that Hermione's mom could join us as well.
The date was already set, it would be two weeks before the wedding, the same day of Ron's stag party. Also the first part for the entertainment was planned. We were going to have a dildo party Hermione's parents home, it would be fun, maybe even educational but it was going to embarrass Hermione but I was sure not as much as when she would ever find out that it was actually her mother's idea.
"Gin?" Harry called, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Come in, Harry." I called as I opened my eyes and pulled myself up right.
"Did you fall asleep?" he asked as he walked in.
"No, why?"
"I called up twice but you didn't respond." He was half dressed, his dress pants on already but naked torso. I watched his body move as he sat down on the edge of the bath. His soft skin moving over the hard muscles, the stroke of hair outlining the route to a place of pleasure. I had to swallow the burning need away before I could answer.
"I was lost in my thoughts."
"About?"
"About planning Hermione's hen-night."
"Ah, yes… what do you have planned already?" He asked casually.
"Nice try Harry, I am not going to tell you. Not if you aren't willing to tell about what you are planning for Ron."
"Besides that I swore an oath of secrecy… I'm not sure you as his sister wants to know." Harry chuckled.
I sighed and shook my head, maybe Harry was right, maybe I didn't want to know what they were going to do to Ron. It could be something very wrong… more wrong than we had in mind for Hermione.
"What are you planning for Hermione?" Harry asked as he grabbed a towel for me.
"For the last time, I am not going to tell you." I said as I got out the bath and grabbed the towel from him. He turned towards me and smirked.
"Not even when I do this."
He pulled my body against his and attacked my neck with his lips.
"No." I said, I was proud that my voice didn't quiver. Harry's lips were doing sinful things with my sensitive skin.
"No?" Harry asked, I felt him smile against my skin. His hands moved down my shoulders and over my breast. I couldn't help but moan. "Please tell me?"
"No." I moaned. "Harry stop."
He didn't, his fingers trailed down lower over my still wet skin. He pressed himself again me, his dress pants leaving very little to the imagination. My legs were shaking to the point of almost collapse.
"Harry, don't start what you can't finish." I hissed.
"Hmmm. Maybe I'm planning on finishing it." He growled in my ear.
"You only want information." I whimpered.
"That's harsh." He said like he was insulted. Still I could hear the humor in his voice. I stepped aside so that I could look at him, he was trying very hard to look innocent but having grown up with Fred and George it isn't hard to see through that.
"Harry Potter!" I yelped. "You evil man."
He laughed and attacked my neck with his lips again. Trying to continue what he had been doing. This time I wasn't going to give in, I suddenly realized that this was all premeditated. He had planned this, getting me to relax so he could easily rally me up, having me beg and only give in when I handed him the information he has been asking for, for days now.
"Why am I suddenly sure that Luna and Ange are experiencing the same torture today. Torture for information." I said as I turned to glare at him.
He laughed loudly and pulled me in for a playful kiss.
"I'm sorry but I promised George I would try. He said that I would be dead if I tried."
I still glared at him, I should have known George was behind this, Harry wasn't that curious about Hermione's hen-party but still using seduction to gain information that was evil of him, he knew how much I wanted him.
"I'm still thinking about that but first I'm going to have a word with my dear brother tonight."
"Be easy on him, we are all very curious about what you have planned for Hermione."
"As am I about the stag party."
I had been asking Harry about it ever since I found out about their plans, I had hoped that I could combine the parties at the end of the evening but the boys weren't giving in. I knew now that I had been playing this game all wrong.
I made up my mind that I was going to win this game tonight, I could play lot more dirty than that. Harry didn't react to my comment but magically dried his clothes and fixed his hair. The smirk on his face told enough. I worked hard to hide mine, I would have him spill all his secrets tonight without using magic.
"I'm going to get dressed." I told Harry as I left the bathroom. I walked into the closet in search for the new stack of lingerie I had asked Drooble to get me but I couldn't find it.
"Drooble!" I called the house-elf.
"Yes, miss Ginny." The elf appeared next to me with a deep bow.
"Where did you put the new lingerie I asked you to get for me?"
"In the back closet, miss."
The elf walked bouncingly towards the back of the too big walk-in closet. He stopped by the last door and pulled it open. "What were you looking for, Miss Ginny?"
"Something sexy." I murmured with a glance towards the bedroom where I heard Harry walk around. "Something special."
Drooble nodded and reached into the stack of clothes and in the drawer.
"Maybe you is wanting this?" He asked excitingly. He held up a midnight blue negligee with push-up cups and something that would fit tight around my body, nothing loose, it had a matching g-string that covered very little.
"That's perfect." I said with a smile.
"Do you want me to select a dress for you, miss Ginny."
"Not a dress, a short skirt, preferably leather with a blouse. The look has to be very sexy and playful."
Drooble smiled and ran off to the other side of the closet. I was sure that I wouldn't know what to do without the elf. He really was a blessing, with fashion sense.
I dropped my towel and pulled on the lingerie set, with a quick glance in the mirror I realized that I looked really good in it. The whole thing did wonders for my boobs.
Drooble came back with the perfect look for the evening. It wasn't really decent enough for a birthday party where mother's and brother's would attend but I really didn't care, it would fulfill the purpose.
I pulled on the leather skirt, it was tight but a little longer, it reached the middle of my thigh, so it could be considered decent. Drooble handed me matching heeled boots and a dark blue blouse which had lacy see-through sides and sleeves. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if my mom would have kittens if she saw me like this but yet again I couldn't find it in me that I cared.
To finish the look off I pulled my hair in a simple ponytail with a few loose strands on the side of my face.
"Harry will have a heart-attack." I whispered. "Thank you, Drooble. You really are a life-saver."
"Thank you, miss Ginny. You need to hurry, it's almost seven. You have to be at the London house at seven." Drooble reminded me.
"I know." I said and walking into the bedroom where Harry was pacing.
"Fina…ly" He started but stuttered as he saw me. His eyes flew wide open and I saw him swallow. I turned around in a twirl to show him my outfit.
"And?" I asked innocently. He licked his lips and swallowed again before taking a breath to answer.
"Beautiful." He whispered.
"Thanks. Shall we go, we are late already."
He nodded but his eyes didn't move away from me. I stopped next to him to kiss him deeply, making sure that he had a good look down my blouse before I skipped past him with a sly smile, I ran down before he could get up with me. I grabbed Hermione's present from the table and ran back to the living room.
"You are going to give your mother a heart attack." Harry said as he stood waiting next to the fire place.
"She isn't the target." I chuckled.
"You are a very dangerous creature, miss Ginny Weasley." Harry growled as he understood my hint.
"and you love me for that." I said as I silenced his growl with a kiss.
"That I do. Now lets go."
It was exactly seven when I stepped out of the fire place at the London house. There were only a handful of houses connected to the Summer House, out of safety reasons mainly, all the other connections were only opened with a pass word. The London house, Grimmauld place, the Head of Hogwarts office and the Shell Cottage were the only places that had a direct connection. Not even the Burrow, on my request, had that, I didn't want mom popping in every day, we had her think that it was standard for all connections to have the need for a password.
Trinkle came to meet us at the fire place telling us that the others were just getting seated at the table.
"Please follow me." the Elf squeaked.
Over the last few month Ron and Hermione had redecorated the house completely. Though it was big enough for the two of them, they had magically enlarged the dining room so that they could give dinner parties. It now seated easily twenty people. Which was very useful for the Weasley family.
"Finally!" Ron yelped as we entered the beautiful decorated room. Hermione had changed it from a simple cream colored room to something a bit more dramatic and Gryffindor. Two walls were maroon, the other two still cream the curtains were a darker yellow, almost golden. It was perfectly Gryffindor.
"Sorry we are a bit late." I said quickly. "Gwen nearly killed me today and I couldn't move until I had a hot bath."
"Sure it was hot." George joked.
"George!" Hermione growled playfully. "It's okay Gin. We were just seated but George and Ron are hungry."
"Happy Birthday Hermione." I said as I kissed her cheeks.
"Yeah, Happy Birthday, Hermione." Harry said as he handed her our present.
"Thanks but I thought I said I didn't want any presents from you two. This house will suffice for a hundredth years of presents."
"Yes, you did but how boring would that be." Harry said as he released her from a hug. "Just get used to the fact that we like to give you things."
Hermione glared at him but didn't reply. Apparently she decided it was better not to argue.
I sat down next to Luna and Angelina, leaving the seat next to my mom and Ron open for Harry. When I looked around the large table I noticed that my mother was clearly not approving of my outfit, she was shooting draggers with her eyes at me.
"I see Harry survived and is unscratched." Charlie commented.
"Of course." Harry shrugged.
"Why would Harry be hurt?" My mom asked nosy.
"They have tried to bribe us for information." Angelina growled. She glared at George who hung is head shamefully.
"What kind of information?"
"What we are planning for Hermione's hen-party."
"Hen party?" Hermione yelped.
"Don't even try, Hermione." I sighed. "You are only getting married once and you will have a hen party. The boys are taking Ron out as well."
"But… but…"
"Hermione, it's no use." Luna said. "Your mother is coming along as well, everybody is excited about it and you will be as well."
There was absolutely no arguing with Luna, not when she said things like that in her own dreamy way. Hermione knew this but was still sputtering, until her mother sighed and glared at her daughter.
"Hermione, stop being such a wuss. You'll have fun, we promise you." Her mother said sternly. Hermione looked properly shock at her mother but I don't think she understood the glint in her mother's eyes. Mrs. Granger was looking forward to the party a lot.
Hermione didn't get time to reply, Trinkle snapped her little fingers and food appeared on the table.
"Finally." George and Ron sighed in union.
Everybody laughed and dived into the delicious smelling food. There was very little chatter through the first two courses. It was all a statement to Trinkle's cooking skills. The food was so good. She had made four different kind of curry's because they were Hermione's favorite.
Harry and I had it a few times before when we stayed with Ron and Hermione for dinner but to Bill, Fleur, mom, dad, Luna and Charlie it was something new and after a hesitant start they all enjoyed it.
"So, Harry, care to explain how you survived this afternoon or did you get the information?" George said as we were waiting for dessert.
"No, Harry didn't get any information." I said lightly.
"And you let him live?" Charlie asked in surprise.
"The day isn't over yet." I smiled sweetly.
The boys glanced mischievously at each other before a big smirk started to form on each of their faces.
"Harry, is in serious trouble." Charlie sighed.
"Boys, please." Mom chided them. Harry nodded but he looked at me to see my reaction. Mom and I generally get along well, after our big fight a lot had changed and after doing some serious thinking about everything that had happened I had realized that it was my mother's smothering that I really disliked.
It was the thing that usually got to me. I really hated when mom tried to correct us like that, especially when it was about innocent things that she considered not proper but tonight I didn't even really hear it I was rather focused on my little game with Harry. I smirked at him and leaned a bit forward to show some cleavage. I was elated to see him swallow, he knew he was toast tonight.
"What about you two, Luna, Ange? The boys must have been onto you for information as well?" I commented.
"Oh, George has tried." Angelina giggled.
"Charlie as well."Luna said quite happily. "It seems like they all have tried…but miserably failed."
We all broke into laughter at the faces of our men. George was pouting and Charlie looked really ashamed of himself. It made me wonder if both men had gone for the same tactics as Harry but then I realized that I didn't want to know things like that about my brothers.
I hated to admit but Harry did neither, he didn't look ashamed or playing the victim, it was like he wasn't even ashamed of what he had tried, that it didn't do anything to him. I would teach him.
Trinkle brought in a big cake for dessert, it was strawberry and chocolate covered. It held a lot of candles. Which had George laughing loudly.
"Wow, Hermione, how old have you become anyway." It earned him a hard tap against his head from Angelina.
Hermione didn't react to George but stared at the cake for a while.
"I think you still need to explain the meaning behind the candles to Trinkle, honey." Her mother said with a chuckle.
"I did but she wouldn't listen. She said it was more decorative with all the candles." Hermione squeaked.
"Perhaps you didn't explain the theory clearly." Harry suggested, it was clear that he had a hard time trying to conceal his laughter.
"Perhaps." Hermione nodded as she continued to stare at the cake. She closed her eyes and tried to blew out the candles all at once and make the wish. She didn't make it through half the candles but thanks to Harry's rather quick thinking and spell work all the candles were out by the time Hermione opened her eyes. For a second she looked surprised, everybody was clapping so she smiled but the quick glance towards Harry made it clear she knew what had happened. Harry just played innocent but we both knew that his magical signature had a very specific feel.
"Open your presents first, Hermione." Her mother said as Trinkle cut the cake into pieces.
In the middle of the table sat a decent pile of gifts, it seemed that we all had chosen for the smaller gifts.
Harry and I had discussed for weeks what we should get for her. Ideas had differed from a trip to the Caribbean to a stack of books Harry knew she wanted. In the end it was Kingsley who came up with the best idea. In the wizarding world there are a lot of personal libraries, public libraries but there are five really famous libraries, the Hogwarts library, the library of the ministry's, one at a school in South America, one at Drumstrang which was grand on dark magic and one in London. Not many knew about it but the national library in London held a department for magical books. It was grand and topped the collection of Hogwarts, the national library held rare items on rare subjects. It was only accessible for those with special permission.
We were sure that Hermione didn't know about this library or she would have done everything by now to get a membership and Kingsley informed us that she hadn't because only the minister for magic was allowed to hand out memberships. The books in that library held a lot of secrets and only those who could be trusted would get a membership. Harry got one when he joined the auror's office, for the auror's it was free but for all the other hopefuls it costs a lot and ensured a lot of paperwork to fill in to become a member. After talking it all through we had decided that Harry and Kingsley would arrange the paperwork for her and we would pay for it. Kingsley didn't make any fuss over approving the request for Hermione.
"Now the one from us." Harry said after Hermione opened two presents with books on magical creatures from my parents. Her own parents had given her a collection of a special edition of her favorite muggle stories.
"Harry, I really meant it when I said you didn't have to get me anything. This house has been enough." Hermione argued as glared at the package.
"I haven't been through all the trouble of wrapping this for nothing, have I? Not to mention all the trouble we went through to get you this." Harry played the guilt card. It was evil of him but it always worked with Hermione. She glared one more time at Harry and picked up the small package. We watched excited as she carefully unwrapped our artwork.
It was silent for a while, she opened the small box and took the small card out. It held her picture, which I had stolen from Ron's wallet a few days ago. She looked at it carefully, turned it around a few times, as if she was looking for something to be wrong with it.
"What is it?" George asked impatiently.
"A library card." Hermione whispered. "But this has to be fake. I don't know a magical library in London."
Harry and I chuckled, at least we were right about that. Before one of us could answer, Bill leaned forward to take a look at the card. After a second he reached in his pocket for his Gringotts special money bag and pulled out a similar card and showed it to Hermione.
"I'm not surprised that you don't know about it, Hermione. It's a well kept secret."
"So this is real?" She asked a bit doubtful.
"Oh yes, that card gives you access to the biggest collection of rare magical books. I got my card when I started to work for Gringotts as curse-breaker. They have so much useful information."
Hermione's eyes lit up as he spoke.
"Only a select view has access to that library, Aurors, teachers of Hogwarts, certain ministry officials, the minister for Magic and some other lucky few. So this is really special." Bill continued to explain to Hermione.
"I'll take you there the day after Ginny's match." Harry said.
"You take me there?" Hermione gasped. Harry smiled at her and held up his card playfully between his fingers. "Auror." He said as he pointed the card to himself.
Hermione took a few seconds to let it all sink in. She looked between the card in her hands, Bill and Harry for a while.
"Harry Potter!" She just half growled, half screamed. "You complete ass! You know about this library for two months already and never told ME about it!"
The whole table fell silent and looked at Harry, surprisingly he seemed unfazed, like he expected something like this. Harry just smiled at her, not even replying. For a minute or so Hermione looked like she was ready to breath fire. It was quite scary. Still Harry just looked at her and waited for her to cool down.
Softly the others murmured around the table about Hermione's outburst. Ron rubbed her back to calm her down but Hermione continued to glare at Harry.
It was like that for an additional minute or so, maybe a bit longer. I was wondering if I should speak up and defend Harry or give an explanation but I didn't know why Harry hadn't told her about something that was so special to her.
Suddenly Hermione got up and raced towards Harry. He was ready when she clashed with him, wrapping her arms strongly around him and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, thank you." She whispered repeatedly. Everybody relax and smiled. Harry held her close and kissed the top of her head, his eyes on me, they were shining with fun and happiness.
I knew than that I would never really understand the kind of relationship Hermione and Harry had, it came close to that of mine and George but it ran deeper, it was more close. I don't know how to explain it but I was happy to realized that it didn't bother me one bit. I knew Harry was in love with me, he wanted me, I knew he never saw Hermione in any other way than a sister, a friend and his best confidant.
I guess it wasn't surprising when you considered what they had been through.
Of course, Hermione, got a lot of gifts related to books and studying. Ron had even bought her a stack of journals in which she could write down all het study notes. All journals were leather bound and very beautiful. Ron had gone through a lot of effort.
Only Luna and George had been very creative. George had given her a whole box of his new wonder witch collection. Including body lotions, oils, candles which would really relax you and his favorite, glamour potion, it gave you a whole new look for an hour or so.
Luna, had made a scrapbook for her, just like she had done for Harry last year with her memories of him, Luna had written down all sorts of small personal messages for Hermione. Each page of the scrapbook held either something personal for Hermione or a picture of something that meant something to her, some held Luna's artwork. It was really beautiful.
"Wow, you are really creative, Luna." Fleur said as she was looking through the book.
"It's nothing, it's something I like to do in my free time."
"Charlie is giving you free time?" George yelped. "Brother do we need to explain some things to you?"
Charlie glared at George, he looked like he was thinking about a wicked remark but Luna got there first.
"No, George, I don't think you explanation will do much good but maybe we can teach you a few things. I'm sure Angelina will appreciate it." Luna said with a playful smile. "but on the former topic. I just love making these books, I make for one person I love and than make an other for somebody else, or I keep them just for me."
"Well, it is really beautiful. Thank you so much, Luna. I will read everything you have written tomorrow." Hermione said with a smile.
Dinner ended with a delicious cake and some more chatter about Luna's hobbies. She was really creative, doing the books, drawing, and painting. She told us some great news. She was asked to work on the reservation for a while, drawing very detailed pictures of each dragon so they could have a good database of all the dragons. Normally they would take pictures but they found out that Luna's drawings were much more detailed and gained much easier as the dragons didn't attack her as often. It was only a temporary job but it gave her time to think about what she really wanted to do with her life.
"Hermione, we really have to go back to the Burrow." My mom said after the table was cleared. "Arthur has a meeting very early tomorrow."
"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley. I didn't expect you all to stay all night really." Hermione said sweetly as she got up.
"I know, sweetheart but I still feel awful to leave so early."
"Don't worry about it, mom. You know you will only get annoyed by us young people as the fire-whiskey starts to flow." Ron said as he steered mom to the door.
As Ron let out mom and dad, Luna and I helped Hermione with getting the party to the living room. Trinkle was carrying in a tray with glasses, a bottle fire-whiskey and a bottle of Elven wine to the living room and we went to the kitchen to get the snacks.
"Ginny, Luna, about the hen party…" Hermione started.
"Hermione, you know you can't talk us out of it." I warned her.
"I know." She sighed. "and to be honest I expected you all to do something so I'm kind of prepared." She admitted with a smirk. "I just don't want anything extreme. Please, no strippers, no stripclub, no drag queen, no crazy things."
"I am appalled that you feel the need to tell us this. We are your friends we know you." I said in fake shock.
"But you do give us some excellent idea." Luna sighed, making Hermione's eyes bulge and a strange squeak coming from her mouth.
"Forget that I said that." She quickly snipped.
"No, but will you please explain what a Drag-Queen is?" Luna said happily as she lifted up a tray of snacks.
"Oh no." Hermione moaned.
"You better explain it to her now or George will do it." I warned her.
Hermione didn't took my advise, so after two rounds of Fire-Whiskey, Elven wine and the arrival of Neville, who couldn't come earlier due to teaching duties, Luna asked what a Drag-Queen was. Hermione hid her face behind a pillow and muttered something about giving ideas.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I waited for George to start he recollection of his unfortunate meeting with a muggle Drag-Queen. I took a sip of wine as I watched George open his mouth but Hermione's dad was quicker.
"A drag-queen? You have never seen a drag-queen?" He asked Luna surprised.
"No, what is it?" Luna asked excitedly. Hermione's father laughed, sure he was happy that he could finally tell about something the wizards didn't know about.
"It a man, generally a gay man, that dresses up like a woman. A real Drag-Queen has a habit to over-do it. Too much make up, too big fake boobs, not shaven legs…you probably get the picture… it's a hobby for some men for others it's a life style, like a get-away from reality and it is used as entertainment."
Luna nodded and stared in front of her, I could clearly see a thinking line in her forehead.
"Dad, why do you know so much about Drag-Queens?" Hermione asked her father.
"One of my patients is one, he showed up a few years ago after he had a bar fight with severely damaged teeth, he was still dress up."
Hermione nodded but she couldn't take her eyes of her father.
"Don't worry, honey, we won't get a Drag-Queen for your hen-party. We have better, more creative ideas." Hermione's mom promised her. Hermione looked completely shocked at her mother. I knew she would be more shocked if she heard about her mother's more creative ideas.
"Oh, Hermione, before I forget it, I brought you a small gift." Neville broke the weird tensions that had started to grow in the remaining silence. He held out a small book like package.
"That's really sweet of you." Hermione said with a smile.
"It's nothing, it isn't even new." Neville said with a blush. We watched as Hermione carefully unwrapped the package, it wasn't a surprise that it was a book but it looked old. Hermione carefully lifted up the cover, the inside looked really old, I couldn't even recognize the language.
"This is really old." Hermione breathed.
"It's from the Longbottom library." Neville explained. "Gran and I found it when we were cleaning out the house. There are a lot of old books in the dark part of the library, I don't need them and Gran doesn't want them so we are donating most to Hogwarts but I saw this and thought of you."
"Thank you." Hermione breathed.
"What is it about?" I asked her.
"It's about the house-elves, their history and how they came to take care of wizards." Neville answered for Hermione. "When I saw what it was about I thought that Hermione should read it, gran agreed."
"How old is it?" Harry asked.
"Probably a hundredth years, a bit more."
The books was passed around for everybody to view, I was surprised that Luna, Bill and Fleur were able to read it. According to Bill it was old English, I believed him because I had never seen anything like it before. To be honest it was a complete mystery to me why Hermione and Fleur could read it as well.
Whiskey and wine was passed around and the evening got later and later. The boys were getting loud and us girls hurdled together.
"How is Arn doing?" Hermione asked me.
"Better, he is at home now. The healer released him last Monday but he still can't do much. Poor Evelin, she gets the full blow now." I sighed with a chuckled.
"How come?" Angelina asked.
"Arn wants to get back to work, do things, Harry says Arn feels quite helpless at the moment but he can't do much physically and vent his frustration on Evelin."
"That so sad." Hermione's mom sighed. We had told her what had happened shortly after the incident. Hermione's parents became more and more involved in our world now that the wedding was getting closer. We considered it only fair to let them in on major happenings and as the attack on Arn had been a major blow to the wizarding world we told them.
"He'll be alright, will he not?" Fleur asked.
"Yeah, the healer thinks Arn will be up and running after the New Year. That's why they send him home. Arn needs to regain his stamina and strength, it will be better for him to do that at home."
"What about Umbridge?" Hermione asked.
"Still looking for her." I shrugged.
"How can she still be missing?" Angelina asked frustrated. "I mean the whole world knows that she is responsible for all this, also for the people that had been send to the Island but nobody is reporting her."
"According to Harry she is surrounded by werewolves and the remaining Death Eaters. It makes her hard to find if she is that protected."
"Why would they protect her, anyway." Fleur sighed.
"They don't know, that's the big question."
"She is definitely evil enough to pick up where Riddle left." Hermione sighed. "I don't know if she really cares about purity of blood but she does have something for power."
"But why werewolves?" Fleur asked. "According to the things I have heard she hates half-breed being, magical creatures and werewolves."
"You forgot children." Luna said gloomy.
"That's what is causing Harry a lot of headache as well. He told me that he heard from Sirius in his fifth year that Umbridge was all for eliminating werewolves."
We fell silent for a while, everybody was thinking about Umbridge and where she could be hiding. Nobody came up with a good idea or any helpful thoughts.
"Pass me the wine again, will you." Angelina sighed as she took up her glass. It broke the silence.
"Ginny, how is Harry doing with the rebuild in Godric's Hollow?" Fleur asked as Hermione and Luna dived into wedding plans again.
"It's going well. Not as fast as Harry was hoping. The structure was more damaged by the blast than they originally thought, so they had to do a lot of extra work but if everything goes well the windows will be places back into the house at the end of next week."
"Bill took me to Godric's Hollow, two weeks ago for dinner. It's a really lovely place. We walked to the house but most of it was covered up with a glamour spell."
"Yeah, Harry wants to keep the press away from the building site, the glamour will stay up for a while."
"How are you going to explain to the muggles in town that the house is suddenly restored?"
"Easy, this glamour only works on the magical beings. Muggles can see the rebuild but never realizes that there is something off."
"Let me guess, Kingsley's work?"
"Yeah." I chuckled.
Bill and Fleur left shortly after eleven, followed shortly by Hermione's parents.
"Ginny, good luck with your match Sunday!" Hermione's father yelled from the door. I nodded and waved at him. Hermione's dad was a real sports guy, muggle or magical. He had been begging Hermione to take him to a Quidditch match but muggles weren't allowed and though Kingsley was making great new legislations about the treatment of muggle parents, going as far as attending a Quidditch match wasn't possible. Harry had promised him to film it, though I had no idea what they meant my dad was really excited about it.
When the parents left the group sat together again and the talk was again about the stag and hen party. Mainly about ideas.
"Stripclub."
"Stripper."
"Male stripper."
"Muggle bars."
"Horror movie."
"Dress up as a drag queen."
"Getting drunk."
"Buying lingerie."
It went on and on.
"Boys, you won't win in originality." I laughed.
"Oh yeah. How can you be so sure." George challenged.
"Because we had the best idea, thanks to Hermione's mom!"
"And it will be brilliant." Luna nodded.
Hermione and Ron had gone awfully quiet. Both were sitting in the corner, looking pale and staring at us.
"Don't worry, Hermione, you'll enjoy it." I said with a smile.
"I don't trust that smile." She said.
"That's harsh, Hermione. I'm your favorite future sister in law and besides that, the maid of honor should plan the hen-party." I gasped in mock hurt. It made the whole group laugh.
"You know, we should plan something together." George suddenly said.
"No!" Luna yelped. "We won't tell you our plans. No way! Not after what you men tried to do tonight."
"I agree totally." I said loudly. "I suggested the idea of planning things together to Harry a long time ago and he didn't want to and now that you know we have planned something grand you want to be a part. No way!"
"Wow, easy. It was only a suggestion." George said quickly.
"You guys are taking this too serious." Hermione sighed. Now the whole group gasped in mock horror. The boys started to rant to her about why it was necessary for Ron to have a stag-party, they were loud and upset that Hermione didn't seem to take it serious.
"Gin." Luna whispered.
"Yeah."
"I take it you will know tomorrow what the boys have planned?"
"Of course." I said with a smile.
It was well after midnight Harry and left for the Summer house, taking the floo-network back I landed a bit unsteady in the kitchen a few seconds before Harry arrived. The elven wine was buzzing in my head as I turned around to see Harry step out of the fireplace.
Remembering my plan for tonight I smiled at him and pulled my wand. I softly whispered a spell to cover his eyes and bind his arms together.
"Ginny?" He asked in shock.
"Yes, Harry."
"What are you doing?"
"I thought we played a little game." I said sweetly. With him blindfolded and bound I slowly stepped towards him and pushed him against the wall.
"A game?"
"Yes, do you trust me?"
"Always."
"Good." I whispered. I kissed him lightly, first his lips, than lower to his neck and collar bone. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Making sure my fingers brushed very bit of skin I exposed. I was delighted to feel him whimper.
I carefully played with his sensitive spots on his torso, brushing his nipples with my nails and following them with my lips. A soft groan escaped his lips.
"Follow me." I breathed. I pulled him up the stairs towards our bedroom. Behind him I shut the door and pushed him against it rather roughly. He groaned softly as he hit the wood. I knelt down in front of him and undid his belt and buttons of his trousers and pulled it down. Leaving him in his boxer.
I let my hands brush up his legs, I honestly can say I enjoyed the feeling of his strong muscled legs under my hands. They are real men-legs, strong, solid, hairy and muscled.
When I was done feeling his legs I got up and conjured up a chair in the middle of the room, making sure it faced the bed.
"Come." I whispered as I pulled Harry towards the chair. I placed him so that he felt the chair with his legs. "Sit." I ordered. When he sat down I bound him to the chair, his hands behind his back and I vanished the remaining of his clothes.
"Gin!" He hissed as he felt himself being naked. His rock hard cock saluting the ceiling told me that he really trusted me. I couldn't help but giving in to a momentarily weakness in my need and licked it, just to enjoy the taste of him. "Gods." Harry moaned.
After just tasting him for a second I pulled myself away and removed the skirt and blouse.
"I'm going to remove the blindfold, Harry." I whispered in his ear.
"Hmmmm."
"You can only watch. The binds make sure you can touch." I whispered as I pulled the blindfold from his head. "Let us see how much you enjoy being tortured." I hissed as I stepped away from him.
I stood in front of him, in my heeled leather boots, g-string and negligee. He inspected my look with lusty hooded eyes.
He swallowed and licked his lips. "Beautiful." Escaped from him.
"Hmmm…" I smirked.
I knelt down in front of him again. My eyes locked with his as I lowered my head over his cock and wrapped my lips around him. I fought to keep a clear head and keep eyes contact as I slowly sucked him. I listened to the sounds he made, I wanted to drive him towards the edge but not let him fall over it.
I racked my teeth along his length and licked up eagerly the small drops he released.
"Merlin… Gin…" He moaned, I felt his muscles under my hands lock up and I knew he was close. I pulled back and quickly stepped away. His eyes found focus again and looked at me accusingly. I couldn't help but smirk.
"What?" I asked playfully. "at least I started something I can and will finish. When you beg for it."
"Ah." He said.
"Yes, ah." I growled.
I looked at him as he sat there, defenseless and in desperate need of release. He looked so sexy, so much like the hot hero many young girls thought him to be and he was all mine to play with.
"You see I was very put off with your behavior this afternoon. You don't start something you don't finish."
"I can still finish it for you." He breathed.
"Oh, I'm sure you can but to be honest you don't deserve to do that. I think I better do it myself."
I walked over to the bedside cabinet where we held our play-toys. I dug through it until I found something we hadn't used yet. Mainly because we didn't need it, I usually had enough enjoyment with Harry's cock but today I was going to use it. The big long and thick dildo.
I need to add, it was bought by Harry, he thought we could have some fun with it.
I placed it besides the propped up pillows and walked back towards Harry.
"I hope you enjoy watching." I growled before kissing him deeply.
I took a few steps back, racking my hands over my body, imagining it were Harry's hands. I couldn't help but imagining it was him, I only ever really wanted it to be him, I always imagined it to be him. It was like a life-line to my pleasure.
Quickly I found myself shivering against the pressure my hands created on my nipples. Through the lace fabric of the negligee I pinched and pulled them. They were hard…
I laid myself down on the edge of the bed. Making sure Harry was able to see everything clearly.
Slowly I let my hands roaming down my body.
"Harry, I can almost feel your hands on me." I breathed. "Can you feel it too?"
"Yes." He whispered.
One of my hands found the hem of my g-string. I let it slid underneath it and brush the already very wet flesh. I saw Harry shift a bit in his chair and draw a shaky breath.
"Do you know, how much I like the feeling of your fingers here?" I breathed as I let one finger trace the outside of my core. Before he could answer I removed my excuse for a panty and showed my wet pussy to him in all it's glory.
"Can you imagine how it would feel, pushing your finger in." I asked him as I pushed my own finger in, I needed to stretch myself a bit before I used that big thing.
"Gin…" He hissed.
"Yes, Harry?"
But he didn't answer, I saw him fight against his need for friction, I watch for a few seconds as he tried to regain his composure.
I continued playing with myself, always watching Harry for signs of weakness but after the initial moan he stayed silent. Sometimes I saw him trying to move a bit and every now and then he took a deep breath but he didn't say anything.
I on the other hand was moaning. I was writhing under my own hands as I imagined Harry playing with me. Once I realized I had to up my game I reached over head and grabbed the dildo. It felt huge in my hands.
I let it brush over my breast, softly moaning as something foreign touched them. I leaned up a bit to show Harry how I was playing with it. Brushing the thick thing between my breast I looked directly at Harry.
"Can you imagine how it would feel fucking my breast?" I groaned.
A soft whimper escaped from his lips.
"I'm sure you would be coming all over me. spraying that… hot… wet… released over me." I couldn't help but moan between the words. I clearly could imagine how it would feel, I imagined that I would lean in to catch it with my mouth.
"Merlin!" Harry breathed. I could hear in his voice he was about to die without a release.
"I could release you, you know." I whispered. "I could let you go and take me. hard, roughly, wild like an animal. Maybe even submissive. I could do that…"
Harry's eyes wideness, the lust was burning with in them was almost painful to stay away from him. I had to hold on to the blanket not to do just that.
"But, you have to tell me something first."
That cleared his mind a bit, I could see some sort of reason return in his eyes.
"What?" He asked.
"The stag-party. I really want it to finish with our hen-party. I've got some brilliant ideas but you have to tell me about your party to make sure it fits."
"I won't. George and Neville will kill me." Harry moaned.
"So will I." I smiled.
I focused on the dildo again. It was much bigger than Harry and though I was sure it would fit I had a hard time imagining it was Harry. I brushed it between my legs a few times. It felt better than my own fingers but nowhere near as good as Harry.
"hmmm… I can imagine you doing this to me, Harry. Do you want to?"
I carefully slid the tip of the dildo in. my feet were resting on the edge of the bed giving Harry a good view.
"Please." He whispered.
"Tell me first."
"I can't." He moaned.
I sighed and continued playing. I pulled the dildo back a bit before pushing it back it a little further, the thing stretched me widely. I moaned in pleasure. I heard Harry groan as well. I repeated the movement a few times, every time pushing it in a bit deeper.
"Please, Gin," Harry moaned.
"Tell me first." I said stubbornly.
"Can't"
"Too bad."
The dildo was now halfway into my core, I felt it hit that sweet spot that Harry always managed to find. "Merlin." I groaned as I felt the heat building up quickly.
"Do you want to see me come, Harry." I hoarsely whispered. "Or do you want to make me come?"
He didn't answer.
"It almost feels as good as you." I moaned as I pushed the dildo in again. "it stretches me. it hits that spot. You know, that one spot that makes me scream. I feel my own wetness dripping off it." I continued my stream of words. Moaning, groaning and fighting against the building pressure in my body. I didn't want to come yet.
"Ginny!" Harry groaned. "Please!"
"What do you want?" I moaned.
"Please let me touch you."
"No."
I pulled out the dildo and threw it to the side. I got up and walked towards Harry. I was proud that my legs were still able to carry my weight around without much shaking.
"Ginny." Harry breathed. I looked at him, taking in his whole body. He was sweating, breathing heavy and his cock looked painfully hard. "Ginny please." He shifted in his seat. I kissed him softly on his lips.
"You know what to do to get it." I breathed.
"Please, Gin. I want you."
"I want you too, but I want something else first."
"I can't."
I leaned down and for a few seconds sucked the tip of his leaking cock.
"Please…."
"Just tell me."
I straddled him a bit, widening my legs in front of him and slid one finger in my pussy, coating it with my juices. I pulled it out and brush the wetness over Harry's lips.
"You can have it, you just have to tell me." I breathed. I watched as he licked his lips. He closed his eyes and moaned. When his eyes open something had changed. His eyes showed only want, he wanted me badly. I knew from the look in his eyes that when I released him he would take me. Hard, roughly and probably against the wall.
"We…" He breathed. "We haven't planned much yet…" He groaned when the words escaped his mouth. I quivered in anticipation and took his cock in my hand. "Neville has arranged for us to have dinner somewhere. He got the tip from Seamus, so it is in some dirty, sex-infested place I'm sure."
"Go on." I said as I took his nipple between my teeth and nibbled it.
"George wants to take him to a stripper club." Harry groaned. I slowly started to move my hand that was around his cock. "I'm not for that, too cheap… fight with you… Ron and Hermione too…"
His breath started to become really heavy.
"What do you have planned?" I pressed.
He just moaned.
"Say it, Harry." I ordered as I squeezed a bit. "Say it and I'll release you."
"A horror night." Harry breathed. "Muggles do it often… Ron has to complete tasks while the whole environment is scary, spiders, people killing… "
That wasn't as good as I thought it was. To be honest I was a bit disappointed by their lack of ideas. I hoped for them that Seamus's tip would be good but knowing the Irish man it would be.
Still Harry told me and I whispered the words that released him and braced myself for his need.
As soon as he was free, he grabbed me and as I expected he grabbed me roughly. He lifted my up and threw me onto the bed. He came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I couldn't even count to two before he slammed his cock into to me.
"Harry!" I screamed.
Than he did something he had never done before without me knowing it, he hit me. his hand came down rather hard on my ass. I couldn't help but yelp. It didn't stop him pounding into me, hitting that sweet spot every time.
"You… are… evil…" Harry growled. His hand came down again bit this time I loved it.
After a few times he stopped spanking me and reached for my breast. When he found them he kneaded them, his fingers were persistent and rough. I was sure they would be a bit bruised afterwards but I greatly enjoyed the feeling.
"Gods, Ginny." Harry moaned. "So slick."
He started to talk dirty, moaning words in my ear. It brought me to the edge. I leaned forward to create a new angle in which Harry could enter me more deeply. It only took him three more deep hits before he send me screaming over the edge.
I felt him following me down, I felt his cock pulsing and his hot seed spilling inside me. I felt it all but I didn't hear his roar, waves of pleasure were pounding in my ears, drowning out all other sound.
We both crashed down in utter bliss.
Harry wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer to him.
"George is going to kill me." he sighed.
"Nah…not when I come up with something good where we could end the party." I chuckled.
"You talk like you have something in mind already." Harry said as he kissed my neck.
"I have."
"Tell me, please."
"Take them blindfolded to Grimmauld place, created a setting that looks like a strip club. We tell Hermione we will get a stripper course, you tell Ron he is in a strip club. We will try to get Hermione stripping for Ron."
Harry was silent for a while, thinking it all through.
"That's bloody brilliant." He breathed.
