One Year & Twelve Days:

Ginny awoke. A beam of sunlight fell across her and about midway over the bed, so she knew that she had slept in a bit. It was her first day off in 12 days, and she had needed the rest. Ginny turned her head to look at her husband's side of the bed, which was unsurprisingly empty. She stretched, arching her arms up above her head, and considered trying to go back to sleep. But curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to see where Harry had scarpered off to.

Pulling on her old dressing gown, now mostly used out of habit and comfort, she wandered into the loo to comb her hair and brush her teeth. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and once she was finally satisfied that she looked reasonably human, she headed downstairs.

Ginny looked into their sitting room and saw the mess from the night before. Neither she nor Harry had been in the mood for a tidy up. They had basically said 'sod it' and left things as they were. Books, magazines, and random crumpled up pieces of paper from Harry's outline for work littered the floor. Her quidditch gear lay in a heap next to the chair. Ginny went into the room to try to straighten it up but only got as far as the pillows on the floor, and tossed them haphazardly onto the settee. She had just caught a whiff of what had to be her favorite meal of the day – breakfast.

Turning back around and making a fast track to the kitchen, Ginny smiled as she paused in the doorway. There stood her husband of precisely one year and 12 days, flipping pancakes and humming tunelessly along to the wireless radio they had sitting on the shelf next to the sink. She had to admire his skill as he flipped the paper-thin cakes into the air and back down again. She could see he'd been at it for a while – there were already bacon rashers and fried eggs being kept under a warming charm next to him.

"Is a starving Ron showing up soon?" She asked, startling him. He turned his head and grinned at her.

"Hey, sleepy-head. Nice of you to finally join the living. And no, this is all just for us. I know how my wife likes to eat. Especially on her days off."

Ginny snorted and went over to him, slipping her hands around his middle. She sighed as she rested her head against his back. Harry hummed back in reply and continued cooking.

"But why the pancakes? This looks like plenty," Ginny said, noticing he had also done tomatoes and mushrooms.

"I was hungry, too. Now go get some coffee and leave me be. It's almost ready."

Ginny swatted his behind playfully and did as she was told, pouring herself a rather large cup of coffee. She was using her favorite cup – it said Go! Go! Gryffindor and was large, red, and slightly chipped on the side. It had been a present from Luna for her last birthday.

Harry finished at the stove and floated the food over as Ginny decided to try a bit of cream in her coffee. Harry was always shaking his head at her when she drank it black. As he sat down, he leaned over and kissed her. Harry pulled away and then winked at her. They both attacked their food with enthusiasm and ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Ginny smiled gratefully at her husband and put her fork down. She patted her stomach.

"I am so glad I married you for your cooking talents," she said, smiling at him.

Harry snorted into his eggs and looked at her. "I thought you married me because of that thing I do with my tongue that you like so well?"

Ginny smirked at him. "That can be simulated, Harry, but a good, delicious fry-up? Impossible to put a value on."

Harry frowned. "You've tried to simulate what I do when we're together?"

Ginny rested her chin on her hand. "Well, a wife has to entertain herself somehow while she's away from home playing Quidditch. Or even sometimes when her husband is off making the world a better place."

Harry looked scandalized and then growled at her. "I'm not sure I really appreciate being replaced by a spell, Gin. It's nice to know my role in our sex life is perfunctory now."

Ginny tsked and got up, moving to his chair and lowering herself to his lap. Wrapping her arms around him, she shook her head as she lowered her mouth closer to his.

"I never said that you git."

Harry smirked at her briefly. "I know, but it was the quickest way I could get you into my lap."

"You could have just asked, my love," Ginny said, moving her mouth to the side of his neck. She felt his hands travel up along her side and then in between the flaps of her dressing gown. They kissed as Harry's hand covered her breast, and Ginny twisted so that she was straddling him and the chair. She let her head hang back as his mouth traced its way down her neck and sighed happily.

"First breakfast and now this," Ginny panted as Harry's mouth grew more insistent. "What did I do to deserve such a great day off?"

"Our anniversary was 12 days ago. And we've barely seen each other since. I reckoned it was time for a reminder of why you married me," Harry said, his voice muffled as his head moved further down. Ginny looked down at his dark, messy hair and smiled.

Things were progressing quite nicely, Ginny thought, when an Apparation alarm sounded through their house.

"Bugger," Harry swore, pulling his head up. Their eyes met, and Ginny sighed, climbing off of him. She closed her dressing gown, and Harry closed his eyes. Ginny was amused as he took in deep breaths, steadying himself. Judging by the tale-tell signs she'd felt on his lap, she was about to have been a fortunate wife indeed. Right there on the kitchen table.

A few moments later, a knock on the door had them both trying to return to normal as her brother came in through the hallway, heading towards the stairs.

"Harry! Ginny!" Ron was shouting as though they were both hard of hearing. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked pointedly at her husband, who could only grimace in response.

"We're in the kitchen, Ron," Harry called out, and Ginny poured more coffee into her cup, (this time without the cream) trying not to hex her brother into next week for interrupting their morning. She had always thought they should have made their house unplottable, right from the beginning. So no one could find them. Especially her daft brother, who had the worst timing in all of Great Britain. Ginny couldn't even count anymore how many times Ron had interrupted her and Harry when they had both rather been doing other things. Mostly each other.

Ron poked his head around the corner a moment later and smiled. "There you are! Wow, look at all the food, can I have some?"

Before either Ginny or Harry could answer, Ron was helping himself. Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother and picked up her coffee cup.

"I'll be upstairs, enjoying my first morning off in 12 days," Ginny said plainly, raising her eyebrow at Harry, who gave a slight nod of his head. Ron, of course, ignored her, starting to talk about work. As she passed her husband, she let her hand linger on his shoulder. His green eyes darkened as he looked up at her, and she smirked. Ginny was glad they understood each other. She was certain Ron would be gone and reasonably soon, if Harry had anything to say about it.

Once upstairs, Ginny decided to shower. It was as good a way as any to pass the time. Setting her coffee under a warming spell, she threw her dressing gone onto the bed and entered their shower. After a few turns of the different taps, she soon had a pleasant steam going. She and Harry had splurged on their shower when they had bought the house – there were two shower heads on either side, with a comfortable bench built into the middle. There were also miniature shower-heads placed strategically around the stall to hit all the critical areas. Ginny barely bothered with them when dashing out the door to practice, but today she thought she just might indulge herself.

She grabbed her body soap and shampoo and sighed as the warm water hit her shoulders. Oh, yeah, this is the stuff, she thought to herself. She washed her hair and let her mind wander, wondering how long Ron would monopolize her husband's time. Ginny had told all of her friends not to bother her today – and realized she should have extended that warning to her family as well.

She was just finishing when Harry opened the door.

"Damn," he said, as she turned the water off. "I missed shower time?"

Ginny smirked as his glasses started to fog up and removed them for him. "Yes, you did, but you still have a very clean wife who doesn't mind if you make her dirty again. My brother finally leave?"

Harry's eyes had drifted downward, his gaze hungry. He nodded absentmindedly at her question and reached out for her, his fingers gripping her tightly around the waist. Ginny chuckled and moved out of his grasp.

"Why don't you take a quick shower and meet me on the bed?"

"Er, no, I'm good, besides I thought you wanted me to make you dirty again?"

"I like you all wet and clean, dear husband. And I want to lie on the bed imagining you getting all hot and steamy in here."

Harry sighed but turned on the taps. "Don't get too carried away imagining, Gin. Save it for me."

"Of course, Harry."

She sauntered out into their bedroom, knowing that he was watching her walk away and that he would probably take a total of five whole minutes to shower. Shaking her head, Ginny went to her lingerie drawer at the bottom of their wardrobe and smiled. Hermione had given her a fantastic gift for their anniversary. It had been a gift certificate for Madam Celeste's Boudoir Adornments, and Harry had yet to know about it. Ginny figured today was the day to surprise him for a change.

She pulled the dark blue chemise out of the box it was still wrapped in and quickly slipped it over her head. It was silky and slinky and fit her like a glove. She used her wand to promptly dry her hair, not wanting it to get in the way. She grabbed the matching pair of crotch-less panties and smiled. She couldn't wait until Harry discovered those.

Ginny quickly made the bed with her wand and had just enough time to take another drink of her coffee before she heard the taps turn off. Smiling to herself, she climbed onto the bed and arranged herself in the middle. Realizing at the last minute that Harry not having his glasses on might ruin the effect, she called out to her husband.

"Put your glasses on, Harry."

"What?" He stuck his head around the door corner, squinting at her. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Glasses, please. You're missing my enticingly dramatic placement on our bed here."

Harry laughed, and a moment later, he came back around the door, glasses on and a towel around his middle. He stopped, staring at her, and Ginny felt the thrill of success.

"Um, yeah," Harry said, blinking owlishly at her. "That's new."

"It's a gift from Hermione, do you like it?" Ginny sat up and let her hand travel over her breasts and then downward. She gave her husband an innocent look.

"I don't think like enters into it, really," Harry said, his voice dropping an octave. "It's bloody brilliant."

"There's more," Ginny said, laying back against the pillows. Harry had moved to stand at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving her body. At her words, he glanced up at her.

"More?"

Ginny nodded and then slowly opened her legs. Harry's skin blushed a bright pink as he took in the view, and he was on the bed and crawling towards her before she could even speak. He kissed her fiercely, his wet body colliding with hers. She giggled as she felt him harden against the side of her leg.

"My, my, Mr Potter," she said as they broke apart. "I reckon you like it then."

"I reckon I do, Mrs Potter," Harry said, his voice low. It made Ginny's stomach swoop in reaction.

His eyes were dark green, and he was staring at her, full of hunger. Ginny felt excited at the promise of what that meant. Harry's parted her legs more as he sat back and lightly tickled her, causing her to laugh. He lowered himself down, flinging his glasses off over his shoulder. Ginny smirked at the clunk they made as they hit the ground, but soon all feeling of amusement left her as Harry's face drew closer to her body. He opened her briefly with his hand, and then she felt his mouth claim her, and stars appeared behind her eyes as she closed them. Harry loving her always made her see stars – and her first moan of the morning sounded brash and wanton in their bedroom. Ginny had a feeling that she definitely wasn't going to be quiet today. Maybe she could convince her slightly aural-reticent husband to do the same.

Harry slipped a finger into her as his mouth continued to make love to her. Ginny was writhing against the back of the bed, feeling white-hot with sensation. He hummed against her, the vibration making her quiver, and she answered with another moan. She felt her body traveling the distance between pleasure and release and whispered Harry's name as his fingers rubbed against that spot within in her that made her shake. Before too long, she was bucking against his face, swearing and calling out his name as she came.

Eventually, Harry removed himself and traveled up her body to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him, letting her fingers run through his still-wet hair. She tasted herself on his face and pushed herself up against him, wanting more. Harry chuckled as he pulled back and rested his head against hers.

"Liked that, did you?" Harry whispered.

"Uh-huh, very much, but now I need something else, Harry."

Ginny moved her hands and mouth down the broad expanse of his chest, loving her husband's body. She nipped at his nipples and then moved her hand through the trail of hair that started mid-way down. Harry moved so that he was lying back against the pillows, and Ginny continued her downward trek. She removed the towel, unsurprised to find him ready for her. She loved Harry's body, especially this part of him, and looked up at him to tell him.

"Seeing you like this makes me so wet, husband. It's a shame you can't walk around like this all the time."

Harry smirked lazily at her. "It'd be a bit painful, I think, Gin."

Ginny smiled as she took him in hand, her wrist closing around the head. He sucked in a deep breath as she started to stroke her way up and down. She licked her lips and then moved her mouth over him, slowly heading downward. She was rewarded by a naughty word and winked back up at her husband.

"No, but soon," she said in reply, and Harry's face blushed. Ginny loved that she could still make him do that.

She squeezed him lightly as she continued to suck at him, loving the way he sighed and not-so-quietly moaned her name. It had taken almost an entire year of having sex for Harry to develop his vocal skills while they made love, and Ginny was delighted each and every time he let go of another inhibition.

"God, Gin, please…." His voice was full of need, and she knew she had teased him enough. She removed her mouth and then sat up, straddling him. She waited until she had his eyes before she lowered herself down. They both moaned in pleasure as their bodies joined, and Ginny closed her eyes as she adjusted to Harry filling her completely.

He let her set the pace, his hands on her hips, sometimes straying under the chemise to cup her breasts. They gazed at each other, and Ginny shivered at what she saw on his face. His eyes were full of emotion as he watched her, and she hoped he knew that she felt the same. She pulled herself up and sat back, so she could thrust and angle herself on top of him better. Harry swore softly at the feeling and pushed up off the bed, meeting her half-way.

"Oh, Harry, I love you," she said, biting her lip. He reached up and pulled her towards him, his lips crushing hers into a heated kiss.

"And I love you," he whispered back, holding her tightly around the waist. They moved quicker now, each reaching that peak of release. Ginny tightened herself around him as he grabbed her, holding her close. Their breathing was loud as their bodies met again and again, and she felt Harry push roughly upwards, and then he was crying out, his voice ragged but brilliantly loud in her ear. She moaned as her body let go a moment later, holding on to Harry, knowing that he had her. Completely.

As they came down together from their respective highs, Harry nuzzled his mouth against her, kissing her.

"Happy one year and 12-day Anniversary, wife of mine," Harry said, chuckling.

Ginny smiled as they collapsed onto the bed together. She remained on top of him, still joined together. She lifted her head and let her finger caress his cheek. Her finger then traced the side of his face, up to his forehead, lingering on his scar. His green eyes gazed at her, full of love.

"What should we do with the rest of our day?" Ginny asked lightly.

"Give me twenty minutes, and I'll show you?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow.

Ginny laughed out loud and then removed her self from him, rolling to the side. She propped herself up on her hand and gazed at him. "So, shagging all day again, then?"

Harry laughed and moved next to her. "Can't think of a better use of our time, to be honest."

"I thought you had to go into work this afternoon?"

Harry shook his head, running his hand through her hair and watching the strands fall through his fingers. "Nope, that's why Ron showed up. I called off, told them I had pressing business at home. He just wanted to go over some details for a case we're working on."

"I'm pressing business?" Ginny asked, kissing his shoulder.

"Definitely. See? It's starting already."

Ginny glanced down at her husband's body and laughed in pleasure. "Well, then, husband, press away."

Harry laughed and rolled them over so that he was looking down at her. "I think I'll pay better attention to these this time." He nodded at her breasts, and Ginny smirked as his head started moving down her body. His hands pushed the chemise upwards and she shivered as the rough pads of his fingers teased her. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed happily. Maybe they would make this a new anniversary – something for just the two of them to enjoy. Ginny lost her train of thought as Harry's mouth became more demanding and felt herself let go into all they had together.

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