Author's Note:
So, this is the piece that I wrote for the Harry and Ginuary event held by The Ginny Lover's Discord. I received Luke as my submission recipient and the prompt that inspired this story was:
Harry and Ginny go fishing (Tina gave me this prompt months ago and I never wrote it, could be fun to work smut into it too if that's your thing)
And so, this AU story was born. This one-shot is set in an alternative universe of Harry's sixth year where Sirius lives and Harry and Ginny started dating during Harry's fifth-year/Ginny's fourth-year. Also, this was my first time writing smut. I hope you all enjoy!
The Frozen Lake's Bounty
The shifting of the mattress underneath him and the feel of a warm, soft body curing itself into his left side was what woke Harry Potter from his deep sleep. Blinking sleepily and reaching for his glasses on the nightstand next to his bed, he could make out that his girlfriend of over a year, Ginny Weasley, had crawled into his bed at the Burrow.
"Mmm, not that I'm complaining one bit, but don't you think it's a little risky to be doing this with your entire family and our friends here?" Harry drowsily asked Ginny as he pulled closer to him, face burring into her silky, sweet smelling hair.
"Everyone's asleep right now, so I thought, what better time to spend with my boyfriend without interruption for a few hours?" Ginny whispered before kissing him. "We haven't been able to be together in a while, and I miss you."
"I miss you too." Harry replied.
"Well then, what are you going to do about it then?" Ginny asked, a seductive gleam in her eye. Harry rolled them to the side so Ginny was pinned underneath his body and he had to bite back a moan at the feel of her body pressed firmly against his. He purposely lowered his hips to hers so she could feel his hardening erection nestle against her centre and saw her eyes roll back at the sensation.
"I think I'm going to make you call out my name as I bring you to orgasm." Harry whispered huskily in her ear before he placed a searing kiss to her lips. He felt more than heard Ginny moan as she got turned on even more by his words and actions.
It felt like it had been too long since they'd been able to be intimate like this. The last time he'd truly been with Ginny was after Slughorn's Christmas party over a week ago now. They had sequestered themselves away for hours in the Room of Requirement, teasing and touching each other before they finally made love to each other. Harry had taken gratification in the thought that he had been able to get Ginny to cum twice with his mouth and fingers alone before he slowly entered her and brought her to a third orgasm. He was lucky that Ron had been distracted by Lavender that night to not notice that his friend never slept in his bed and had only made it back to Gryffindor Tower hand in hand with Ginny at around five in the morning underneath the invisibility cloak.
He pulled her thin bed shirt off to reveal the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen. They were just so beautiful with the way they were so round and full, and they fit so perfectly in his hands. The dark areolas and hardened nipples that graced the tips of her breasts just always seemed to beg him to suck on them whenever they were revealed to him. And they never failed to make him harden just at the sight of them.
Unable to resist them anymore and thinking it was a crying shame to ignore such beauty, he dipped his head down to take the taut nipple of her right breast into his mouth, sucking on it. Ginny arched her back in pleasure as his tongue proceeded to lazily swirl tight circles around the increasingly hardening nub.
"Oh Harry," Ginny moaned as he continued to lavish attention to her right breast before moving his mouth over to her neglected left breast. One simply couldn't play favourites when it came to their girlfriend's wonderful breasts, and Harry wanted to make sure that the other one knew it was equally appreciated and loved. Her hands were tangled in his hair to hold him to her heaving breast, and the feel of her fingers gripping his hair and lightly scratching at his scalp sent shivers down his spine.
He continued with his worshiping of her breasts while his right hand slowly blazed a path from where it rested on her waist and downwards into the tiny cotton pyjama shorts she was wearing. He let out a moan as his fingers found her centre already dripping wet for him. The fact that he also realized that she wasn't wearing knickers only added more fuel to his arousal and the fire burning inside of him. He slipped two fingers into her and slowly started thrusting shallowly for a few minutes before he started thrusting them as deep as they would go. She cried out as he crooked his fingers upwards and rubbed against the rough, spongy piece of tissue on the front of her inner walls. The move never failed to leave her withering in pleasure whenever he touched it.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." Hearing her chant his name into his ear as she got closer to climaxing only encouraged him to speed up the thrusting of his fingers inside of her. He felt her walls suddenly grip his fingers in an impossibly tight, vice-like grip and her body arched up into his as her orgasm broke and washed over her. He heard her cry out…
"Harry, wake up!"
Harry woke up startled and breathing heavy as he realized that Ginny wasn't with him and that he was in his own bed alone. And unfortunately, he had woken up hard and very much aroused from his dirty dream. Which made the fact that Remus Lupin was shaking him awake even more awkward and embarrassing. He just hoped the other man couldn't see the obvious tenting of his covers that had to be clearly visible. Or the fact that his heart was beating wildly in his chest and he was sweating profusely. But if Remus noticed, he was polite enough to not draw attention to anything.
"What are you doing here? What time is it anyway?" Harry asked, hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky and high-pitched as he thought it sounded in his own head.
"Don't you remember? I said I wanted to go ice fishing two days ago, and you and Ginny agreed to come with me. Sirius agreed too. We're heading out in about thirty minutes." Remus gently reminded him.
The conversation Remus had brought up at dinner two nights ago came flooding back to Harry.
Remus had said that he had found out about a lake near the Burrow that was well stocked with fish that he would like to go try to go ice fishing at, and if anyone would want to join him. Arthur had seemed excited at the chance to do something muggle like ice fishing, but with the increased amount of tips and reports his new department was getting at work, he couldn't go. The twins politely declined. Ron outright said he didn't want to sit outside in the cold to go fishing, but thanks for asking him to go anyway (adding the last part when his mother gave him a withering look at his tone from across the table). Tonks was on duty that day or she would have joined him. Fleur simply replied with, "I do not like feeshing, I vent with my papa once and eet did not end vell." Bill had to work as well. Mrs. Weasley offered to cook any fish that he might catch and bring back for dinner.
Ginny was the only one that sounded interested in what ice fishing would involve so she agreed to go. And Harry was quick to agree to go simply because his girlfriend wanted to go. With a packed house full of Weasleys and guests for Christmas, Harry and Ginny hadn't had much time to be alone together, much less do anything other than have a quick snog in the kitchen pantry or exchange chaste kisses when everyone was busy preparing the house for the holidays or not looking. He figured this would at least give them some time to be together, even if Remus would be there with them as well. Sirius agreed to go too, but Harry felt the man was only going because he was going and wanted to make sure he was safe.
And so that's how Harry found himself bundled up against the frigid cold and trudging through calf-deep snow walking towards the frozen lake they were to go ice fishing on with Ginny, Sirius, and Remus at six in the morning on a Thursday. It was early enough that the sun was just starting to make its presence seen at the edge of the horizon.
"So why did you drag us all out here at six thirty in the morning again?" Sirius whined for the umpteenth time in thirty minutes as Remus lead his companions down onto the small, frozen lake and towards two tiny huts about two hundred metres away from the shore.
"I told you, I wanted to go ice fishing sometime during the holiday, and I thought it would be a good way to get out of the house for a bit. Unless you'd rather remain stuck inside of either the Burrow or your own house all day?" Remus reasoned. Sirius didn't have a counter argument for that.
Harry felt his boot wanting to slide out from underneath him and had to focus on his foot placement. He could see that Ginny was doing about as well as he was as he skidded forward a couple inches and almost collided into her backside.
"Well, please tell me then that you brought alcohol, okay? Because sitting around waiting for a fish to just swim up and take our bait sounds like hours of endless boredom. In which time, I could be pleasantly buzzed."
"Not everything has to be done with alcohol, Pads." Remus argued.
"Now see, I beg to differ. Lots of situations can be made better with booze. And if booze and or a good strong reparo can't fix the situation, then it's a situation you don't want to be in!" Remus just rolled his eyes at his best friend's dramatics.
The four continued their slippery walk until they finally reached the two structures on the ice.
"Alright, we're here!" Remus exclaimed, removing the rucksack he carried and dropped it to the ground in front of the two houses. There was about a twenty-yard distance between the two structures.
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Harry asked as he watched Remus start pulling equipment out from the rucksack.
"Well, I scoped out the lake yesterday, and I was able to find out what kind of fish are stocked in this lake. It looks like it's mostly perch and some pike, so I brought traps along with a couple rods if anyone wants to just fish over the holes. We have two bob houses between the four of us to use, and there's already a hole cut into the ice in each house. They might have frozen over overnight, so they might need to be reopened with the ice chisels I brought with us. Molly was also kind enough to send us along with some sandwiches and crisps, so we have lunch for later."
"Wait, lunch? Just how long do you plan on being out here for?" Sirius cried.
"Well, it's almost seven now, so I'd say about five, six hours at most." Remus answered. Sirius just groaned and wandered over towards the bob house on the right without bothering to take any of the equipment on the ice with him.
Remus just shook his head as they watched Sirius go inside. He turned to Harry and Ginny and asked, "What do you two want, a trap or the rods?" The couple shared a look and Ginny gave a nod of her head.
"Trap." Harry and Ginny answered together.
Harry took the trap and bait bag offered to him by Remus who quickly explained to them how it worked. When a fish latched onto the hook, the fish would trigger movement of the spool of line, and the orange flag on top of the trap would spring up to call attention to there being a fish on the line. Remus had spelled the flag with an alert charm to go off when it went up as well, just in case one fell asleep while waiting for a fish to come along. After that it was simply pulling the line up by hand between the wooden cross beams of the trap to bring the fish to the surface. Ginny took a bucket to hold any fish they might catch along with a few blankets and an ice chisel.
The couple then made their way over to the bob house on the left.
The bob house was small, only a ten by ten-foot square wooden structure. There was a piece of plywood down over the ice that Harry assumed covered the hole to fish and prevent anyone falling through by accident. On the right side of the house was a camp cot. A little kerosene heater sat in the left-hand corner of the bob house to keep one from fully freezing their bits off. A small, square window on the back wall allowed the brightening sunlight to filter in.
Putting the trap down, Harry removed the plywood to see the hole was full of hardened slush that would need to be broken up first before he could put the line into the water. He picked up the ice chisel and gave the shush a few good blows to break it up. Satisfied, he carefully dropped the hook and line into the water and positioned the trap over the hole.
"And now we wait," he said as he sat down beside Ginny on the cot.
They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes leaning against each other before Ginny started to shiver.
"I'll try and get the heater going," Harry suggested as he got up and went over to the little heater. It didn't look too complicated to operate; one just had to push the knob down and wait for the pilot light to come on before selecting the desired temperature. Unfortunately, after a few minutes of failing to get the pilot light to spark into existence, he realized that the heater was out of kerosene. And there looked to not be any more inside of the bob house either.
"Shit!" Harry swore.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked. She had unfolded the blankets during this time and had tucked them around her body for warmth.
"The heater's out of kerosene and there's no more to refill it," Harry said bitterly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Well… you know there are other ways to warm up." Ginny suggested. It only took Harry a couple seconds to cotton onto what she was hinting at. He swallowed thickly at the meaning of her words. They were alone for the first time in over a week with hours ahead of them. Her hard, blazing look burning bright in her eyes as she took him in told him the full story of what she wanted. He swore that he could feel her desire and need for him, and he tried not to just tackle her to the cot and ravish her until she screamed his name to the world as she came undone around him.
"Really? I didn't realize you were that cold after being outside for as long as we have." Harry said, trying to keep his voice nonchalant sounding as he sat back down next to his girlfriend on the cot. He tugged some of the blankets over, draping them over his lap as well. Their faces were only a couple inches away from each other.
"Mmhmm, I am feeling rather chilled. I could really use a way to warm up," Ginny purred into Harry's ear, leaning back into his side. Shivers that had nothing to do with the cold ran down his spine when her lips started moving tantalizingly along the side of his neck. A moan escaped his lips while she nipped and sucked at the racing pulse point there knowing that a love bite would blossom over the area later. He loved it when she'd mark him like that.
"Well we can't have you getting too cold, can we? It would be a terrible thing if you came down sick for Christmas." Harry teased, his hand reaching for the zipper of her winter coat and pulling it down ever so slowly until it fell open around her.
"Yeah, that would be the absolute worst," she breathlessly replied against his lips before capturing them in a heated kiss. He moaned into her mouth before breaking away to trail hot kisses over to her ear.
"How do you suggest we warm up then? We'll be out here for hours from the sounds of it." Harry sucked her earlobe into his mouth and this time it was Ginny's turn to let out a moan.
"I think I can think of something," Ginny said coquettishly. Her hands moved to the front of his chest and started to unbutton the buttons of his winter jacket.
"Oh yeah?" Harry challenged, finally pushing her coat down her arms and off her body to reveal a blue, thick woolly jumper.
"Yeah." Ginny's hand moved under the blankets to brush over the increasingly hardening bulge in his jeans. He groaned as she rubbed against it for a few seconds before pulling back slightly. Ginny smiled and said coyly, "I think I might have just found what I need to warm up with."
Harry couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Ginny into his lap before resuming their heated kiss, the blankets bunched up around their waists. Her legs straddled his hips, nestling him between them. Her clothed centre rested slightly above his bulge and he let out another moan when she moved down against it.
His hands reached for the hem of her jumper and he started to push the heavy material up her torso. They broke their kiss long enough for Harry to push the jumper up and over her head and arms. Ginny mirrored Harry's actions with his own jumper, pushing it up his body and over his head. It found the same resting place on the ice next to Ginny's as they resumed their passionate embrace. He was now bare chested while she only remained in a bra.
Ginny's tongue teased at his lower lip, eagerly seeking entrance into his mouth. Harry drew her in, savouring the feel of her tongue in his mouth while it explored and swirled around his own. His hands splayed across the smooth skin of her almost bare back and slowly caressed upwards until his fingers brushed against the three hooks of the bra that was keeping her breasts hidden from him.
With deft fingers, he focused on unhooking the first hook. The second one soon followed the first, and then the third to leave the last obstacle in his pathway gone. He broke away from her again to pull the straps down her arms.
Harry's breath hitched when her round, full breasts were exposed to him as the obtrusive garment fell away from her body. He tossed it to the side.
"Beautiful," Harry sighed. His hands moved to cup her heaving breasts, thumbs brushing and teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. He still couldn't believe how they always felt so soft, so sinuous under his hands, filling them up perfectly with their weight every time he'd hold them. Or the way that he would watch in utter amazement as her nipples would go from flat buttons to tight, harden peaks; the skin surrounding them going from smooth to wrinkly and rippled. Ginny threw her head back as he gave them a gentle squeeze and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
He dipped his head down and took her taut right nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with a loud moan from Ginny. He sucked and drew circles with the tip of his tongue over it while his thumb rubbed rough circles against the left one. After a few minutes, he switched his attention to her left breast to show it the same love and attention as the right one. All the while, one of Ginny's hands tightly held his head to her breasts while the other played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
He continued his ministrations with his hands and mouth for another few minutes before he decided it was time for his hands to move to another intimate part of Ginny's body. One that was still inconveniently covered by her trousers. Well that was just going to have to change. Those offensive trousers needed to go now.
His right hand trailed down from where it rested on the side of her ribs, over her quacking abdomen muscles, and played with the waistband of her trousers. He popped the button open and pulled the zipper down to expose the front of her tiny knickers to him.
"Lie down," Harry said huskily, guiding Ginny to lie down on her back on the cot. Working his fingers into the waistband of her trousers, he tugged them down her legs, taking along with them her knickers. He untied and removed her heavy boots, tossing them aside. Finally, he pulled her trousers and knickers fully off her and discarded them.
Ginny was now gloriously naked before him wearing nothing but a captivating smile and a pair of knee-high socks. He groaned lowly at the site before kicking off his own boots and pulling the blankets over his backside. He laid down over her, covering and warming Ginny's body with the blankets and himself.
His jean-clad erection was perfectly nuzzled against the wet heat of Ginny's centre, and Ginny let out a squeal as the denim rubbed roughly against her clit. She brought her lips hungrily back to his.
"Fuck, Ginny," Harry cursed, his left hand holding onto her waist while the right trailed down to her centre. His fingers dipped in between her lower lips to find her oh so wet and warm for him, because of him.
And then Harry started to recreate the movements that Dream Harry had performed on Dream Ginny from that morning. He slowly teased Ginny's wet folds first, then her dripping entrance with one finger before barely dipping inside. Then he proceeded to add a second finger, but this time pushed them in a fraction of an inch further into her.
"Harry, please." Ginny pleaded as he kept up with the shallow thrusts of his fingers into her for a few minutes. After she started moving her hips to try and drive his fingers in further, Harry finally gave her what she desired. He plunged the two fingers into her as far as they could go without hurting her.
"Yes!" Ginny hissed in ecstasy as Harry's fingers finally stated thrusting in earnest in and out of her. His thumb soon found her clit and he watched as she threw her head back in delight at the added stimulation.
"Oh, right there, please!" Ginny cried out when Harry curled his fingers upwards inside of her so that they hit that rough, spongy piece of tissue on the front of her walls every time they thrusted back in. He rubbed her clit in rougher circles and pressed down harder on it, adding more pressure. She started wildly bucking her hips up to meet his hand as she chased the climax building up inside of her.
It only took another couple of minutes of Harry's ministrations with his hand and Ginny's thrusts before he stated to feel her walls tighten and clamp down around his fingers in a vice-like grip. Harry watched in delight as her body stiffened and arched up into the air, her orgasm crashing intensely over her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands gripped his upper arms while she cried out her release.
Harry never thought he'd ever seen something so wonderous and beautiful as Ginny cuming because of him. The first time he'd ever brought her to climax he was in awe and disbelief that he had really caused her such gratification, that she had very much liked what he'd done to her, with her. It was something he knew no matter how old he got, he'd never get tired of seeing or not feel a bit prideful at knowing it was him and him alone that caused her such pleasure and satisfaction. That he was the reason she would come undone so spectacularly and go glossy-eyed as she'd revel in the sensations coursing through her.
"Oh Harry, oh fuck," Ginny whispered breathlessly as she lay on the cot panting. Harry couldn't resist bringing his mouth back to her, their breath mingling together between leisurely kisses.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!
The sound of the alert charm on the trap going off drew swears from the couple at the interruption of Ginny's post-orgasm bliss.
"Stupid thing," Ginny cursed through ragged breaths as she finally came down from her high.
Harry reluctantly withdrew his fingers from their warm, wet surroundings and got up from the cot to reset the trap like Remus had shown him how to do. Reeling the fish in by hand took a couple long, tedious minutes, but a large perch soon emerged from the ice. He held the wriggling fish up for Ginny to see.
"Well we caught one at least." Harry half-joked. He put it in the bucket where after a few more seconds the fish finally stopped moving.
He walked back over to the cot and pulled the blankets up with the full intent of crawling underneath them with his naked girlfriend and continue where they'd left off.
"Wait," Ginny ordered. Standing up on her knees to face him, she reached out and undid the belt buckle of his jeans. She then popped the button open and dragged the zip down slowly so she could tease him with her fingers. Warm hands rested on both sides of his waistband, and with a quick yank, his jeans and boxer briefs were pulled down to leave him exposed to the cold and Ginny's hot touch. He kicked them off and to the side, leaving him in the same state of undress as her: wearing nothing but a pair of socks.
"Much better," Ginny whispered, wrapping her arms around him to pull him into her embrace and kiss him. He groaned at the way her nipples rubbed ever so deliciously against his and felt himself returning to full hardness.
They eventually crawled back under the blankets with Ginny back underneath Harry. He shivered as he felt Ginny's hand wrap fully around him and guide him between her slick folds, rubbing enticingly along his erection.
"I love you," Harry uttered against her lips.
"I love you too," Ginny crooned back.
Harry slowly entered her, trying to relish in the feel of how tight Ginny felt around him. He was positive that no matter how many times they'd make love, he would never not marvel in the way Ginny's hot, velvety walls seemed to cling, grip, and surround him so fully as he entered her. And while it might sound rather cheesy, he felt like he was truly home when he was inside her, even if they'd only had sex a total of three times before now.
He held still to give her time to adjust to him inside of her and to steady his breathing. He started pulling back out when he felt Ginny start to wiggle and roll her hips underneath him.
With having already brought her to orgasm, he knew Ginny would be more sensitive to stimulation now. Ginny's legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist with her feet resting on his bum to bring him as deep into her as he could get. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head back down to hers.
They started slow and gentle, each wanting to savour the feelings of how the other felt around them. Harry broke away from their unhurried kisses to trail hot, wet kisses down her neck and then over the swells of her sensitive breasts. He resumed his earlier worship of her nipples while he worked to keep his thrusts slow and even paced.
After a bit of time, Ginny started urging him to go faster with her legs and feet, trusting and rolling her hips upwards with more urgency behind her motions.
"Fuck, Ginny," Harry growled and picked up the pace of his thrusts, raising himself up onto his elbows to allow himself to trust harder into her. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and sucked and nipped at the skin there as he focused on his movements and the angle of his thrusts. Ginny's heavy breathing, moans, and sighs were a loud symphony in his ears encouraging him on.
"Oh, right there, fuck, Harry!" Ginny cried ecstatically as he hit that oh so lovely spongy spot with a particularly hard thrust followed by a roll of his hips. Wanting to hear that sound again, he repeated the motions and was rewarded with a second ecstatic cry.
She started thrusting harder and faster upwards to meet his, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Their movements were hard, fast, and desperate, both chasing their building orgasms. The tight band-like feeling in his lower back build up and up, and he hoped he would hold on long enough to bring Ginny to a second orgasm.
"Oh Harry, I'm so close, please!" Ginny pleaded.
Harry could feel Ginny's walls start to slowly contract in around him and his thrusts started to become erratic. He brought his thumb to her swollen clit and ferociously rubbed the tiny nub.
And then Ginny's walls suddenly became impossibly tight around him, holding him inside of body and refusing to let him go as she tipped over the edge.
"Oh fuck, yes, yes! Harry!" Ginny screamed out, her body bowing upwards as her orgasm rocketed through her. Harry lost it as she came undone under him. With a few final rough, sharp thrusts into her, the tightness in his lower spine finally snapped like a rubber band.
"Fuck, Ginny!" Harry shouted, his orgasm ripping through his body and setting every nerve on fire. He felt himself empty inside of her, spilling what felt like pure heat and fire into her. Her walls still had a tight hold on him, and he could feel every fluttery contraction as her body came down from her climax. And it was absolute blissful oblivion. He jerkily thrusted a few more times into a quivering Ginny before his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!
He could just hear the ringing of the alert charm through the blood pounding throughout his ears as he slowly came back to himself. Cursing and summoning up the last reserves of strength he had left, Harry shakily pulled out of Ginny who whimpered at the loss of him. He knelt on the ice and quickly tried to pull the struggling fish out of the water and reset the flag. It felt like a Herculaneum effort just to get the damn fish out of the ice, off the hook, and then throw it into the bucket with the other one.
Finally done with his task, Harry stumbled back to the cot and threw himself under the warm blankets to curl up next to Ginny.
"Shit, your legs are cold!" Ginny yelped as his legs entwined with hers.
"Sorry." Harry apologized.
"Well now I'm feeling cold again. I think I need you to warm me back up again." The bite of her words might have had him thinking she was truly upset with him if it wasn't for the lustful gleam in her eyes. That and her right hand was luxuriously trailing up and down his torso.
"Is that so now?" Harry asked darky.
"Mmhmm." He could feel her fingertips graze over his lower abdomen and through the trail of dark hair that lead to his semi-flaccid penis.
"Sadly, for you, your heater has a cool-down period before it can be used again." Harry moaned as Ginny's small, warm hand wrapped firmly around him and started slowly stroking him up and down, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip every few strokes.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered, his hips involuntarily bucking into her hand. He could see the predatory grin form on her face as she felt him start to harden and come back to life underneath her.
"Lucky for me then, because I know just how to get my heater started back up," she purred and with her free hand she pulled him in for a fervent kiss.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!
The sun was directly above their bob house when Harry and Ginny were woken up from their lovely postcoital nap by the alert charm going off on the trap. Letting out a groan as he once again left the warm cocoon of Ginny and the blankets, Harry swore as the cold hit him in full force and he quickly redressed. He moved over to the trap and reset the flag before pulling the line up to bring up the caught fish. He tossed it into their bucket with the others before the sight of a nude Ginny languidly stretching as she woke up caught his attention.
"Hey, where did my heater go?" Ginny pouted playfully and he couldn't help but lay back down on the cot and pull her closer to him before kissing her.
"Sorry, a fish was selfishly demanding my attention," he replied as their lips broke apart.
"Stupid fish," she muttered.
"Well his punishment will be that he'll be fried up and eaten tonight." Harry joked.
"That's actually rather dark, Harry."
"Well we did catch these fish with the intent they'd be dinner tonight." Harry pointed out.
"Good point." Ginny conceded. She reached for Harry's hand and he revelled in the feeling of their fingers entwining together.
The couple laid together on the cot for a while longer. Both were reluctant for their time alone together to end. With the war going on, the burden of a prophecy that rested squarely on Harry's shoulders, their school work, worry about their friends and family on an almost daily basis, and training, it wasn't often that they had gotten to be carefree like this. And Ginny loved to see Harry looking at peace, happy, and content. The earlier part of the year only gave her a few glimpses at this Harry, and it was only whenever they managed to sneak away to be alone together for an hour here or there. She had gotten to see this Harry more and more as they were able to spend more time alone over the summer when the pressures put upon them weren't as demanding.
Ginny was torn though at the realization that he was only ever this happy and relaxed when he was with her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry for the way fate had so cruelly pinned an entire country's burdens and hopes of ridding them of a monster onto this wonderful boy that was forced to grow up way too soon, or feel honoured that he felt he could let his guard down around her and be open with her.
She knew that Riddle would eventually ratchet up the Death Eater attacks and that it would at some point get worse before it got better. But she had vowed to herself that no matter what happened, she would be there for Harry to be that shelter from the storm, to fight for and with him, to be that light in the dark, to remind him that he was loved, and that he had so much to live and fight for.
And until it was all over with, until Riddle was dead, she was going to take every opportunity given to her to love him.
"What time do you think it is?" Ginny reluctantly asked after what felt like ages, moving away to reach for her discarded clothes and outerwear.
"I think it's just after noon. Remus and Sirius will probably want to leave soon, especially if Sirius is driving him up a wall." Harry replied while he sat up and leaned his back against the wall of the bob house.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'd better get dressed then." Ginny conceded and climbed out from under the blankets. Harry watched her as she redressed, taking in her form as she slipped each article of clothing he'd removed from her back on. She sat back down to put her boots back on and stood up to finally pull on her winter coat.
The zipper of her coat got stuck when she tried to pull it up. Harry watched her struggle with it in frustration for a few moments before gently moving her hands away. She gave him a pointed look.
"Let me," he offered, silently pleading with her to let him to this for her. Her face softened and she gave him a small smile to proceed. He was able to pull the coat material out of the way of the stuck zipper's teeth and pull it up smoothly the rest of the way.
Harry pulled her in close to him before lowering his head to kiss her once again. Unlike earlier in the morning, where their kisses were passionate and full of need, these ones were more tender and carried the full weight of their feelings for each other behind them.
Harry pulled away just enough to whisper against her mouth, "I love you."
He felt rather than saw Ginny smile brightly at his words. "I love you too," she replied and proceeded to continue their leisurely snog.
"Hey, you two ready to go?!" A slurred, drunken voice demanded from outside of the bob house.
Harry sighed sadly as he pulled away from Ginny. "Well, looks like our alone time's up."
"Well, the good news at least is that the Burrow should clear out after Boxing Day at least. And when we get back to school, we can look for every possible place Hogwarts has to offer a couple to be alone." Ginny consoled him, that hard, blazing look he loved so much gracing her face at her last suggestion.
Harry had to bite back a moan as her words conjured up images in his mind of him and Ginny finding new places to be alone together. Like Ginny slipping into his bath in the Prefect's bathroom late one night after a rough day and proceeding to ride him as he easily held her up the water. Her breasts would be right in front of his face at the perfect level to lavish attention on and the soap he'd used in the bath would make it so his release was delayed but allowed for her to cum hard multiple times. Or Ginny would be bent at the waist completely naked over his desk in his Captain's Office at the Quidditch pitch; the globes of flesh that made up her delicious bum just begging to be kneaded and fondled as he entered her from behind. And they'd both moan at the sensation of this new position as he hit her differently inside…
"Hey, you two, come on! I want to leave before Remus starts tossing his lunch!" Sirius shouted.
The images vanished as quick as they came, but he wouldn't be soon forgetting them. With a final kiss to satisfy them till the next time they could find another chance for a moment alone, Harry and Ginny broke apart. The couple left the bob house dragging their equipment and bucket of fish out only to find a drunk looking Remus and a smirking Sirius making their way over to them.
"Hey, it's Hinny! Get it because it's Harry and Ginny? Hinny? Haha!" Remus slurred happily as he stumbled on the ice the rest of the way to them. The only reason he didn't fall flat on his face was because Sirius grabbed him under the arm to steady his drunk friend.
"You got him drunk, didn't you?" Harry asked in disbelief. Sirius let out a bark of laughter.
"Yep! Mooney needs to lighten up sometimes and learn to just have fun. Can't be serious all the time you know." Sirius howled at his own pun.
"I didn't think you brought any alcohol." Harry questioned.
"Well I didn't, it's not my fault I found the full bottle of Ogden's best firewhiskey in Mooney's rucksack."
"You know Tonks is going to kill you if she sees Remus smashed like this, right?" A flicker of fear crossed his godfather's face for a second.
"She wouldn't do that." Sirius said full of bravado, although it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more so than Harry and Ginny.
"Are you really sure about that?" Ginny chimed in.
"Well we should be going then! I'll apparate Happy Pants here back first and I'll be back for you and the supplies in a minute." And with a loud crack!, Sirius and Remus disappeared.
Harry and Ginny turned to look at each other.
"So, what are the odds that Tonks hexes Sirius by the end of the night?" Harry speculated.
Ginny wrapped an arm around his waist, giving him a shrewd smile. "Oh, pretty high I would think, especially if he ends up throwing up at the dinner table."
Dinner that night was an interesting affair. Between the four of them, Harry, Ginny, Sirius, and Remus caught seven big perches to present to a delighted Mrs. Weasley when they returned. With the large amount of fish, she decided to cook up a proper English fish fry that consisted of the fresh fish coated and fried in a secret Prewitt family beer batter recipe, homemade chips, and mashed peas. Ginny helped her mum make a treacle tart to serve for pudding. Everyone complimented Mrs. Weasley on how good the food was as they dug into full plates.
Conversations broke out around the table. Fleur was talking to Bill about wedding preparations she had made that day. "I think zat the flowerz for ze bridesmaids should be small bouquets of peonies, zey would look pearfect against ze pale gold colour of zeir gowns."
Sirius was talking with the twins about their proposed expansion of their joke shop into Hogsmeade.
"Well with Zonko's now out of business, the timing's right to get an edge on the joke market before someone else buys up that space." George explained. "Not to mention the students need a good laugh now a days. Can't be doom and gloom all the time, right, Fred?"
Ron was more interested in eating than talking, but Mrs. Weasley did drag him into a discussion about what still needed to be done around the house to get ready for Christmas.
"I don't care if it is just Harry and yourself in your room, I didn't raise you to live like a pig in a pig stye." Mrs. Weasley scolded her son when he complained loudly about why he had to clean up his room.
Harry was really wishing Ginny hadn't decided to sit next to her father at the table that night. Since he hadn't been able to go ice fishing with the group, Mr. Weasley had started peppering Ginny and himself with questions about what it had been like.
"So, how was it? Was it hard?" Mr. Weasley asked in excitement. Harry choked on the chip he had been eating. Ginny thumped him on the back a couple times before he finally got his coughing under control.
"It was a lot of sitting around just waiting for a fish to come. It was also cold just sitting there at times." Ginny answered with a straight face. Harry didn't know how she could do it. But then again, she was the sister of the twins, she clearly learned from the best on how to keep a poker face and not reveal a single thing. He, however, knew his face was bright red at this point, but he at least had the cover of just choking to hide the real reason for his flushed face.
"Oh really? that's sounds quite dull. I take it you two found a way to pass the time and keep warm then?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Mmhmm, Harry made sure I stayed nice and warm. He also just has this amazing ability to make boring things fun when you're with him," Ginny boldly replied. Harry felt her place her hand on his upper thigh under the table and give it a squeeze. He felt his face grow hotter.
"Good lad," Mr. Weasley applauded Harry, reaching around Ginny to clap him on the back in appreciation. He didn't think the older man would be so happy if he ever found out the real way they'd kept themselves occupied. He just wished this conversation would end.
Remus sat near the middle of the table next to Tonks and looked rather green around the gills, holding his pounding head up with one hand and picking at his food with the other. He would wince at any loud noise made, which Fred and George quickly caught onto. Remus finally bolted from the table twenty minutes after dinner started when George managed to set a noise maker from their joke shop off behind the man's chair. Mrs. Weasley hurriedly left the table to check on him as they all heard the bathroom door upstairs loudly slam shut.
Tonks had spent the entire meal eating while glaring at Sirius who squirmed in his chair when he caught the Auror staring him down. When Remus ran from the room with Mrs. Weasley following shortly behind him, she sent a strong stinging hex at him from under the table.
"Ouch! What the hell was that for, woman?" Sirius exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his knee where Tonks' spell had made contact.
"You know damn well what it's for!" Tonks cried, hands slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glassware and silverware around her jump.
"What, I would have thought you'd appreciate Remus lightening up a bit." Sirius retaliated.
"You call lightening up getting him drunk?!" Tonks asked incredulously.
"In my world, yes." Sirius said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, you little," Tonks started to say, but was cut off when Mrs. Weasley re-entered the room asking, "Pudding anyone?"
They all proceeded to eat their treacle tart in relative silence after that.
"I think I'm going to make sure Remus is okay and go to bed early," Tonks said later when they'd all moved to the sitting room after dinner. Fred and George had had to leave to go fulfil last minute Christmas owl orders at their shop.
"Oh, are you sure, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her hand moving to hang an ornament on the Christmas tree she was working to decorate.
"Yes, I'm sure. It was a long day at work and I'm tired anyway. I'll see you all tomorrow." Tonks left the room to a chorus of "Goodnight!". As she passed by Sirius, she gave him a withering look that left him looking worried at what she might possibly do to him later.
"You might want to sleep with one eye open, Sirius," Harry joked.
"Oh, hush you," Sirius chided him. "So, what did you think about today? Isn't it the most boring muggle thing ever, fishing, especially ice fishing? James and I went with Remus one time during the Christmas holidays when we sixteen to see what it was all about. Most mind numbingly boring thing ever. I don't get why Remus likes to go ice fishing as much as he does. Only reason to go is to get pissed with your friends. That was the only reason it was fun then and the only reason it was fun today."
Harry looked across the room where Ginny was helping Mrs. Weasley to decorate the Christmas tree with the paper chains she'd made the day before. Her jumper rode up slightly as she reached upwards, a small strip of creamy skin exposed for his eyes to gaze at. Memories of him and Ginny together earlier in the day flooded his mind, causing him to blush as he remembered the feeling of her orgasming around him, the way they'd held each other lovingly after their second go-around and falling asleep tangled in one another, just getting to forget the world around them for a few hours and simply love the girl he loved.
"I mean honestly, I had a good day today. It really wasn't that bad out there, it seemed like the time passed quickly. You must just need to have the right person with you to have fun with is all." Harry finally answered, choosing his words carefully to not give away the real reason he enjoyed this day, least a Weasley not named Ginny overhear him.
Sirius just gave his godson a look of 'yeah, right' and shook his head, knowing full well the real reason why Harry had enjoyed his time out on the frozen lake so much. Well at least he was able to be a normal teen for once, Merlin knows his godson needed to. He just hoped they were being safe, and if by chance they weren't that they'd name their firstborn son after him.
He'd managed to get Remus to relax and stop worrying about things for a couple hours, although he could have done without hearing about how hot and sexy Remus thought his cousin was. But that's what booze is for, and five shots later, Sirius found himself getting Remus to join him in badly singing AC/DC songs that were playing on the small wireless he'd brought while they caught fish. And in a way it was like old times when they were teens and their biggest worries were passing O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S and asking a pretty bird out to Hogsmeade.
That lake really was bountiful in ways other than just fish.