Prompt from Hinny FTW and a Guest reviewer- this is a one-shot full of people walking in on Harry and Ginny throughout different stages of their relationship, from before the war and into several years of marriage.
AN- You probably want these told from the Hinny perspective, but I decided to do the POV of those stumbling across our lovers.
()()()
Caught in the Act
()()()
Ron
He had thought that being a Prefect would mean more. It was revered to be this sign of excellence, something to strive for. But really it was just extra responsibility. He'd been surprised when he got the badge. It made his mum super happy, and sure, he was pretty proud of himself for beating out Harry and the other guys in his dorm for the title, but it actually sucked having to do his rounds.
The only part of it that didn't suck was that he got do to them with Hermione. She could be so annoying sometimes, but he didn't mind listening to her natter on. In fact, he considered it like studying. She was constantly going on about their schoolwork or something else that he should probably know about and all that information stuck in the back of his mind when it came out of her mouth more than it did when it came out of a professor's mouth.
Hermione's mouth was a lot prettier than a professor's mouth. Her strict and condescending tone was somehow easier to take.
Even if she did just go on and on.
He wondered if she ever did stop talking unless it was for studying. No doubt she talked in her sleep too, prattling off facts that she 'just knew' were going to be on a test.
All that talking didn't stop him from finally admitting to himself that he fancied her.
He swore, one of these days he was going to take that mouth of hers and silence it with his own.
One day.
Maybe next week when they were on rounds?
Not today though. No, she wasn't nearly mad enough at him right now. He wasn't nearly mad at her enough right now either.
And he knew it was going to be some day that they were super mad at each other that they'd eventually just finish their argument in a mad heated snog fest.
That's how he had always fantasized it would happen and considering how he knew he was more a man of action than of thinking, it was a likely scenario.
"Ron, are you even listening?" Hermione sighed.
"What? Yeah, erm, Transfiguration class, sure," he said. He was pretty sure she'd just been talking about McGonagall but just then he'd been a bit occupied with watching the sway of her hips with that skirt on.
He could hear her eyes rolling at him and tried not to smile about it.
"Not even close," she deadpanned. "Look, you open the next broom cupboard, alright? I'm tired of it always being me that's seen as the villain."
He nodded, "sure, yeah. I can do that."
They'd already had to clear off two couples for snogging in the lower-level classrooms. Now they were on their last tour before heading back to Gryffindor. He didn't know why they didn't just snag the Marauders Map off Harry and stay in one spot until they actually saw the other students sneaking off. It would have meant less walking for them, then she could have simply sat and read while he checked the map every once in a while. It would have been a win-win.
She said the next broom cupboard, but what she meant was the next one that they knew was occupied. Sure enough, they found one in the corridor over that had the sounds of movement coming from inside.
Ron and she tread lightly as they got closer. There were definitely the sounds of a girl moaning slightly from inside.
It caused him to shiver a bit at the memory of what he and Lavender had got up to. The experience for him had been great at the time, but the girl had been all wrong. Now, if he'd gotten that experience with Hermione he wouldn't be complaining.
He reached out his hand and turned the knob quickly, pulling the door open at the same time and startling the couple inside.
Boy, he really regretted this one being his turn.
Harry was standing there completely disheveled with his shirt untucked and rumpled, hair more of a mess than ever and he had Ginny pressed up against the wall. They both turned to look at him with wide and shocked eyes, both their lips totally puckered from what they'd been getting up to.
That wasn't the worst of it.
Harry's hand was frozen where it was. And that location was tucked under Ginny's shirt, completely covering her breast.
"Oh! Come on!" Ron cried out and clapped a hand over his eyes. "Mione, Obliviate me now! I didn't need to see that!"
Hermione hadn't been the one to look in the cupboard though and was surprised by his reaction.
His outburst had allowed for Harry and Ginny to quickly collect themselves and stepped out of the closet, both speaking at the same time; Harry was apologizing, Ginny was chastising.
"Oh, really?" Hermione whined at them. "Come on you two, you know when curfew is and that Ron and I were on rounds."
"Yeah, that's the only time we can manage to sneak out," Ginny stated as though it were obvious.
Ron wanted to burn his retinas. It was worse than when he caught Ginny and Dean a few months ago. So, so much worse. That was his best friend and his sister! He didn't need to know what they got up to, he was working so hard the think that them being together was a good thing!
"Ron, really," Hermione complained at his antics. "They were just-"
"No!" he held up a hand to her. "No. We are not going to mention it. They were just nothing. Now, I am heading back to the Common Room and we're all going to head back there together and pretend this didn't happen, alright?"
"Alright," Harry agreed eagerly.
"Right," Ron nodded in relief. "Okay. Let's go." He saw that both Hermione and Ginny were keeping themselves from outright laughing at him, but Harry looked truly remorseful.
Okay, he told himself, that didn't happen.
()()()
George
()()()
He'd been finding himself walking out to the gravestone every morning just before the sun came up, then sneaking back into the house before most everyone else awoke.
Sleep wasn't something that came easy to him anymore. Not with his other half now missing.
He could see it was hard on everyone, they would look at him and for just a moment forget that it was only him now. He wasn't a twin anymore.
Fred had died laughing though. Laughing and fighting for what he knew was right.
George was completely gutted that this had happened, but the two of them had gone into this war knowing that one or both of them might not make it out and they were at peace with that before getting the call out on the Galleons about going to Hogwarts for what was now known as the Final Battle.
It still didn't stop him from wanting to watch the sun come up with his brother.
A small and selfish part of himself wished that Fred would come back as a ghost, that way the two of them could carry on like usual, just one of them would be cold and transparent.
It would be cool at first, then sad. George didn't know if ghosts were able to move on eventually, choose the other path if you will.
Eventually he wanted to settle down and have a family, carry on inventing and grow old.
Fred wouldn't be able to do that.
It was already a warm one out as he made his way through the dewy grass towards the top of the hill. The humidity wasn't bad, but he could tell it was going to be quite warm later. The sun just beyond the horizon was making the sky orange already when he sat down with his back resting against the stone baring Fred's name.
"Ron's decided to be an Auror," he told Fred. "He's going to help me out with the shop this summer though. Help me get it right again, and I'm grateful for the help."
Everyday he would give Fred the report. It was something he looked forward to and pretended to himself that Fred looked forward to it as well.
"Percy is laying it on thick still. Mum is eating it up, but the rest of us are still holding him at arm's length. I'm sure the trust will be there eventually, but that was a horrible thing he did. And he had the nerve to try and sleep in your bed last night. He thinks it's his job to make sure I'm doing okay. Can you believe it?" He shook his head. "Everyone is trying to put on a brave face, but we're all pretty shook up, and will be for a while."
He tugged at some of the wet grass and started flicking the individual blades back at the ground.
"Angelina came around again yesterday. She's been great. She doesn't shy away from swapping stories with me about you. I need that right now. I think she might be a bit keen on me too. Hope you aren't bothered. Even if you are, my excuse is that she thought she was agreeing to go out with me in the first place." He gave a chuckle as he heard Fred scoff in his mind and retort that he was the handsome one.
Then George looked into the distance and down towards the pond.
"Oh? What's this?" he grinned. "Me thinks I see someone getting up to some dirty business over yonder." He squinted down towards the figures he noticed laying beneath a blanket under a tree by the water. They would have been blocked from view of the house but from George's vantage point he could tell that two of the occupants of the Burrow had decided on camping out.
"Who do you reckon?" he asked his twin. "Ron and Hermione, or Harry and Ginny? Personally, I'm hoping it's Ron. I know she's grown up now and whatever, but I don't fancy finding out that Ginny has been out shagging her boyfriend all night."
It had been no surprise to George after the Battle to see that Ginny and Harry were together. She'd told him and Fred about how they had gone out for a few months, and it sounded like Harry had only broken it off with her because of the situation he was in.
It was also no surprise to him to discover that Ron and Hermione were an item after the Battle either. The only part that was surprising was the fact that they hadn't gotten together before the Battle. No, no, all that time they'd spent together in a tent hadn't been ideal enough for them. They had to wait until they were smack dab in the middle of a war zone to finally admit they were each bonkers for the other.
"Think I should head on down and give them a nice wake up?" George grinned. He'd climbed that tree they were sleeping under plenty of times, it was an easy one. There was a good strong branch right over where they were laying as well. "You stay right here," he joked to Fred's tombstone.
There wasn't any movement happening that he could make out. The couple was covered with a blanket so he couldn't be one hundred percent sure either of them were awake. George was careful about not making too much noise with his tread as he grew closer.
His nose wrinkled when he saw it was Ginny and Harry, not Ron and Hermione.
If ever he was to pick out a guy for Ginny, Harry would be it. Rather annoying really that he couldn't give her a hard time about him. Harry was as good as they come and he wasn't a push over either. Ginny could get right stubborn and needed someone to put her in her place every now and again. Harry would be able to do that and still want to give her the world.
Harry was also the reason that he and Fred were able to start properly building their empire, thus pranking him with the items that his financial backing brought about seemed wrong.
This situation here though was too good to pass up.
He climbed up the tree and got onto the branch above them. They were still too obscured by the way the light was and by the blanket for him to tell if they were wearing anything or not. Harry was spooning Ginny and the two of them looked completely peaceful.
They deserved that after the terrible year they'd had.
He wouldn't be doing his job though if he didn't interrupt this moment. He had his big brother card that needed to be upheld.
"Ca-Caw," he crowed.
There was slight movement below.
"Ca-Caw," George crowed louder, followed by a twittering noise.
Now he watched as Harry started stretching a bit in his sleep.
With his wand out George levitated a leaf off the grass beside them and dropped it down on top of Harry's face. Then he contained his chuckle as Harry flinched and batted the leaf away, then looked over at Ginny and smiled sappily before cuddling closer to her.
George was too far away to hear exactly what the two of them were murmuring to each other, but they were awake now, just too cozy to be bothered going back up to the house.
George looked back up at the Burrow, the light in the kitchen wasn't visible yet and the sun wasn't cresting the horizon enough to have lit the kitchen properly on its own. He reckoned they probably had another ten to fifteen minutes before it was too late to sneak back in through the window or however they managed to get out here unnoticed.
When he looked back down at them he saw Harry was now kissing Ginny's bare shoulder as she still lay on her side with her eyes closed, but she was smiling.
George made a bit of a gagging face before levitating a few more leaves so that they would fall on the two of them. Still Harry just brushed them away.
Alright, time do make more of an impression then, George decided. He levitated the other end of their blanket so it would flip over on itself and exposed their bare feet.
Still the two of them thought nothing of it and managed to flip back the blanket by raising their knees up before stretching their legs back out again. And now they were starting to get more amorous too! Didn't they both have terrible morning breath?
Ginny had rolled over now and Harry was settled down half on top of her.
No, no, no, no. He was absolutely not going to stay up here and watch this scene unfold.
Aguamenti, George cast silently and the water came out of his wand down onto the pair of them.
He should have looked away, that was his own fault.
The pair of them jumped apart quickly, too quickly.
George could confirm it now, his little sister was innocent no more. Because Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived was completely butt naked with her under that blanket.
Harry's pasty naked arse was clearly visible to George from where he was in the tree. Thank Merlin Ginny had been the one to pull the blanket with her, George had no desire to have that image burned into his retinas.
"Bit chilly this morning, are you Harry?" George called down with a big grin.
"George!" Ginny called out in shock looking skywards. Her shock quickly settled into anger and retaliation as she reached for her wand while Harry hastily found his pajama bottoms and pulled them on.
George was not eager to be on the receiving end of Ginny's wand, so he was half-way done scampering down the tree while dodging blue spells before he realized he could have simply disapparated away.
A moment later he was standing in safety on the other side of the house and chuckling to himself.
()()()
Hermione
()()()
She didn't know what was taking Ginny so long. Gryffindor Quidditch practice had ended over an hour ago.
Honestly! Hermione knew that Ginny loved Quidditch and could be found near the pitch almost any time that no other teams had it scheduled for their practices, but how often does one need to fly around on a broom practicing some kind of Wool-something-or-other shuffle before they've got it nailed down?
Ginny was in her NEWT year and she needed to spend a little more time studying.
They had a plan to meet up after Quidditch practice to plan out their study schedules, and with exam time only three months away Hermione really didn't have the time to spare to come all the way down to the pitch to drag Ginny off of it in the middle of her Sunday like this.
She knew that Ginny had hopes of making it onto a professional team once she was done with school but she really needed something to fall back on, and achieving good marks on her NEWTS was going to help with that immensely.
Ginny needed to be realistic about it as well. There were only so many professional teams in Britain, and though the girls heart was set on the Holyhead Harpies there were only so many slots available.
Hermione was wishing her the best, but practicality was important here.
As she grew closer to the pitch she couldn't spot Ginny anywhere in the sky. That meant that she was probably going over plays that she wanted to attempt at the next practice and would be found in the changeroom.
The way she was growing obsessive with it, I mean, really? Ron was just as bad about Quidditch sometimes, but he wasn't as crazy as Ginny was getting. Ron had signed up for Auror training with Harry, he wasn't just flying around the pitch at the Burrow all the time.
Granted, for as little as Hermione cared for the sport she could still see that Ginny was a much better player than Ron was. Ginny was a better player than everyone else at Hogwarts actually.
That was still no reason to forget about plans to study.
She got to the changeroom and poked her head in. The shower was running and Ginny's clothes were on the bench.
Perfect, at least she was getting ready to leave the changeroom soon then.
Hermione tried to keep the smile off her face. She really did enjoy the opportunity to scold like this. It was a bit self-serving, but when she knew she was in the right she loved the opportunity to make her friends feel just a little regretful about wronging her.
She wasn't spiteful about it though! For Harry and Ron at least she saw that they took it as a sign of endearment. Ginny was starting to as well.
While she waited for the water to shut off she tried to make sense of the chalkboard and all the circles and squiggles. It was like some incredibly complicated, yet slightly barbaric, rune code.
Over the noise of the water running in the next room she started to hear a few groans.
Hermione chalked it up to the water working some of Ginny's sore muscles. She knew that a nice hot shower after a long day of being bent over her books in the library did wonders for her neck and Ginny was certainly giving her muscles more of a workout that Hermione did hers.
The moaning didn't quite sound right though. It sounded a bit like…
No, no, no, Ginny was likely just giving her neck a bit of a rub. That was probably what she was hearing.
Hermione picked up the discarded clothes and began folding them to distract herself.
She folded a shirt, then the trousers, righted the socks, then folded the next shirt. Hold on a minute. Why were there two shirts?
One of them was sized for a man.
She wouldn't!
No, Hermione couldn't possibly think that Ginny had a man in there with her. She loved Harry too much. There is no way that Ginny was cheating on him!
But the moans. Hermione was no longer able to pretend that they were simply because of relaxation. Those were sex sounds!
She stood up from the bench, unsure what to do.
Harry was her best friend! She couldn't let Ginny do this to him! But she also couldn't jump to conclusions. There might be an explanation.
Maybe… maybe Ginny and Harry had some kind of arrangement. Just because she and Ron were completely exclusive didn't mean that Ginny and Harry were. Maybe there was an understanding that when they were this far apart for an extended period of time.
No!
No, that doesn't make any sense because Ginny waited for him all last year. And Harry had pinned for her. There was no way that they would be in an open relationship like that.
She would have heard if they'd broken up too, so that couldn't be the case.
Oh, she was going to put the hurt on Ginny for doing this. And she was going to catch her red handed too!
Forgoing any sense of modesty, Hermione stomped into the showers. There was a row of four different stalls, only one with the curtain closed and the sound of rushing water coming from it.
Moaning that was growing louder over the rushing water too. It wasn't just a female moaning either, that was unmistakably a male enjoying himself too.
Wand drawn Hermione ripped back the curtain and pointed the wand at the pair of them and froze in shock.
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed.
"'Mione, what the hell?" Harry asked and attempted to grab the curtain from her to wrap around his and Ginny's naked bodies.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I thought-". Her eyes were wide and she could do no more than stare for a moment. She had been so sure that there was no way that Harry had been the one in there with Ginny that she was too surprised to comprehend.
"Turn around!" Ginny told her sharply.
"Right." Hermione turned around and faced the tiled wall on the other side of the room. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think it was Harry in there with you. And Harry! What are you doing on school property? You aren't supposed to be here. You could get into a lot of trouble," she scolded.
"What are they going to do? Expel me?" he scoffed.
The water turned off and she heard the sounds of movement behind her. They must be getting towels wrapped around themselves.
She couldn't believe it was Harry that she'd just seen completely naked and in that position with an equally naked Ginny! She'd seen Ginny before, they'd shared a bedroom several times before the dorm room they shared now and Ginny wasn't a shy one, but Harry. Even when they had shared the tent all last year she had barely seen him with his shirt off, let alone naked.
And she knew that the two of them were having sex, but in a shower, with him behind her like that. It was rather… adventurous.
"So, you busted in here like that because you thought I was cheating on Harry?" Ginny asked and came around to stand in front of Hermione with her hair dripping and a towel wrapped around her, an eyebrow raised.
"Well… yes," Hermione admitted, her face turning red. "I heard… what I heard. Then found the second shirt in the other room. I wasn't going to just let it be."
"Awe, such a good friend," Harry grinned as he came to stand beside Ginny wrapping one arm around his girlfriends shoulders and holding his towel up at his waist with the other.
Hermione rolled her eyes and couldn't help giving a small chuckle.
()()()
Teddy
()()()
It was the sensation that he was about to fall out of his bed that woke him up. Then he realized that he had to pee real bad!
So, he grabbed his stuffed wolf and went towards the door. He was staying at Uncle Harry's house, so that meant that the bathroom was to the right and two doors down.
It was really creepy here at night though. There was always one glowing orb of light on every floor at Grimmauld Place, but it caused creepy shadows to appear, and the pictures on the walls weren't happy one's of family holidays like there were at Nana's.
Grabbing hold of himself so he didn't accidentally have an accident he hurried to the toilet and remembered to put his wolf down by the door so that he was far away from the toilet when he went pee.
He liked spending time with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, they always did something exciting every visit. Today they went to the zoo and got to see so many animals that were super cool. He even got to ride an elephant!
There were some really cool looking rides that he got to try too, but the super-fast one's he wasn't tall enough for. He told Uncle Harry that he could make himself tall enough to go on the ride if he concentrated real hard. He was getting better at making himself into different things.
Uncle Harry told him that he had to wait until he was tall enough for real and reminded him about the rules when they were around Muggles.
Maybe he'd be tall enough for the super-fast rides when he was six. That was only next year.
He finished using the toilet, flushed it and washed his hands, then he was going to go back to bed, but he didn't like falling asleep here without being tucked in.
His room had been done up especially for him and it had cool pictures of rocket ships and volcanos and airplanes on the walls, and there were a bunch of stuffed animals and toys for him, so it wasn't a scary room. It was just the rest of the house that made him scared.
He couldn't wait until Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny moved somewhere else. They said they were going to look for a place after they got married, and they go married, so that meant they were looking for another house. And that meant that they were going to do up his new room with different and cool stuff!
Right now though he needed one of them to tuck him in again.
Their room was right across from the bathroom, so he didn't have to go far.
He didn't knock before he opened the door, he just pushed it open.
Both of them were in bed already, so it must be late. Except it wasn't dark in their room, they had candles going. He wished he could have a candle in his room. A candle was what held fire! And fire was cool.
He heard Aunt Ginny make a sound, it sounded like she might have hurt herself. He looked towards the bed, but he wasn't sure what he was seeing. They were both in the bed, but Uncle Harry was on top of Aunt Ginny, and it looked like they both weren't wearing pajamas.
Ew! They were kissing each other.
Then Aunt Ginny made that noise like she hurt herself.
"Aunt Ginny, are you okay?" Teddy asked. "Is Uncle Harry hurting you?" He really liked his Uncle Harry, but Aunt Ginny was so nice! Uncle Harry shouldn't be hurting her!
They both gave a yell of surprise and that scared him.
"Teddy!" Uncle Harry yelled in surprise. "What are you doing in here?"
I did something wrong, Teddy thought to himself and got really sad. His chin warbled and he felt his eyes stinging. His nose got runny.
"Teddy, honey. It's okay," Aunt Ginny assured him as Uncle Harry was getting off the other side of the bed and pulling on his pajama bottoms. "Did you have a bad dream?" She had pulled the blanket up around her and scootched over to the edge of the bed to get closer to him.
Uncle Harry was coming around the bed and Teddy took a step back, tears starting to roll down his face.
"Teddy, you aren't in trouble," Uncle Harry told him and came down on one knee. "You just startled us, that's all. Let's get you back to bed."
"What were you doing?" Teddy asked.
His face got all red. "I was… giving Aunt Ginny a… special… married people cuddle," he said in a funny voice.
Aunt Ginny looked ready to start laughing, so Teddy knew that wasn't what was really happening. It was probably one of those grown-up things that he wasn't supposed to know about until he was older.
That was super annoying. Everyone kept telling him he was so grown-up for his age; didn't that mean that he could be told about grown-up things?
"But why was that hurting her?" he asked.
"He wasn't hurting me sweetheart," Aunt Ginny assured him. "It felt nice, what he was doing. You know, like when I'm shampooing your hair and give you that nice head rub?"
Teddy looked between them in confusion. Uncle Harry hadn't been giving her a head rub.
"Come on, buddy. I'll tuck you back in," Uncle Harry said and took his hand to lead him back to his bedroom.
They weren't going to explain why they'd been having naked cuddles. He'd just have to ask Nana.
()()()
Molly
()()()
Sundays were her favorite day of the week. Now that all of her children were grown up and moved out there wasn't nearly as much hustle and bustle as she was used to. With her husband still working as well the house was entirely too quiet during the week.
On Sundays though the whole family came over for dinner, usually it was served out in the yard because that was the only place that there was room enough for them all.
All of her children had grown and found their forever partners, except for Charlie but who knew if that boy would ever settle down. She had a sneaking suspicion he was seeing someone now but just hadn't brought them home. And she was sure it was because it was a man he was seeing. Internally she scoffed at that; love was love, and if one of her children was in love with someone else then she felt she had a right to meet that someone, no matter who it was. She just wanted them happy.
Either way, Charlie was still living abroad. That still left twelve adults and three grandbabies including Teddy, and she always included Teddy.
Harry and Ginny hadn't brought Teddy with them today though. The poor dear had the Dragon Pox and was at home with his Nana recuperating.
Victoire was running circles around her little sister and poor little Dominique was getting so frustrated that she couldn't keep up. It was adorable to watch, but the poor little one needed more cousins to play with.
Molly was hoping there were more cousins that would be appearing for Dominique and Victoire soon. Her children had been married long enough at this point that she was hoping for a never-ending string of announcements to be starting at any moment now.
Lord knows she pestered them enough.
Dinner was about ready to get started and she left all the family in the yard to go back in the house to make sure last-minute preparations were done; Roasted Chicken and potatoes was a favorite for everyone.
The only other thing that she needed was the cloth for the table she would lay the desserts out on.
Humming to herself she went up to the linen closet on the second floor.
After the house had been destroyed at the start of the war they had rebuilt and redesigned the layout a bit. She was so happy to have done that. At the start of their marriage and when they were having children they were barely getting by and had to scrimp and make do with what they could. But after the war Arthur had gotten a promotion and there wasn't the expense of getting the children's school things, so she was able to add a few luxuries here and there. They now had a two-piece bath attached to the master bedroom and a large linen closet on the second floor.
She hadn't ever expected that she would open that linen closet one day and see her only son in law with his trousers down and her daughters legs spread on either side of him!
The two of them inside the closet froze as they were and Molly let out a squeak, slamming the door shut and taking a few steps back.
She had heard a few of her children once, or twice, or six times before when they had failed to use silencing charms, but she'd never accidentally walked in on them in the act! And in her linen closet!
That was her space!
The nerve of those little brats. They had a house of their own to shag on every surface. And with dinner just a few moments away.
Molly had built up a good head of steam before Harry, with a sheepish expression, poked his head out of the closet.
"Er, hi mum," he said awkwardly.
She narrowed her eyes at him. She knew he was calling her 'mum' to try and butter her up. It was usually 'Molly' that he called her now, but when he was being earnest or apologizing for something it was always 'mum'.
"You two," Molly started, pointing at them with a stern finger. "There is a time and a place, and at mine on Sunday Dinner is not it. Certainly not in my closet!"
Ginny wasn't looking nearly as embarrassed as Harry, but she still had a decent blush on her.
"We're really sorry," Harry started. Then the two of them launched into an apology that Molly wasn't listening to. They were talking over each other saying things like 'there was a bit of time', 'no one was paying them any mind', 'what was the harm', something about a 'schedule' and 'temperature'.
"Wait," Molly stopped them, her eyes wide. "Are you two trying?!" She looked down at Ginny's belly, still so taut from all that exercise she did all the time. Her breasts were looking a little more perky than usual though, so she might be ovulating.
"We… didn't want to say anything," Ginny admitted.
"Oh!" Molly lit up in excitement. "That's wonderful! Oh, well if it is that time in your cycle then you better get back in there," she took them both by the arm and turned them around so they were heading back towards the closet. "I'll just grab this," she took the tablecloth she'd been heading there to get, "and leave you to it. Harry, you've got about ten minutes until dinner is ready." She gave them a little wave and closed the door, grinning all the way back into the kitchen.
She was going to be a grandma again soon!
()()()
Bill
()()()
"Does everyone have your popcorn?" Bill asked the crew of Weasley/Potter/Lupin children before him.
"Sir, yes sir!" they all called out.
"Does everyone have your beverage?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Is everyone ready to watch Cars?"
"Sir, yes sir!" they yelled loudest of all.
"Then Lights, Camera, Action!" he pressed the button on the box thingy that controlled the Muggle contraption that Hermione and Ron set up and there was a loud noise that came from the screen that immediately had the room entranced.
Bill had gotten a lot more experience with Muggle things over the past few years between Hermione and Harry's influence. Both of them had televisions at their house and his kids were wanting one at theirs now too.
He wasn't sure about it though.
They lived in a beautiful house right on the beach, what need did they have for a box that spews nonsense at them and makes them ignore each other?
He was okay with having one over here right now for the kids to have a movie night, but permanently? He wasn't keen on that idea.
There was a whole playground for them to play in outside, there were books and games and toys for them to play with inside, and there was a kitchen for them to learn the basics of potion-making by baking cookies. That had been all he and his siblings needed when they were growing up.
He made sure that all of the kids were nicely settled in and grabbed himself a glass of scotch before going outside to sit on the front porch and watch the last of the daylight slip away.
They all tried to get the cousins together once a month for a movie night or something of comparable excitement. George had them all last month and he put together an obstacle course that involved teams and shooting paintballs at each other. The kids had a great time and Bill was washing paint out of his kids hair for hours after they got home.
Fleur was called away last minute because her sister had started having contractions, so Harry and Ginny offered to host the kids over at theirs, but Bill waved them off, so instead the grown up Potters were now somewhere down on the beach, opting to go for a stroll while the kids were busy.
Bill sat down in his chair looking out over the water and sipped his scotch, keeping an ear open for all the 'crash, bang, boom' noises coming from inside.
By the time he was finished his drink the sky was lit up with stars. He took out his pocket telescope and started scanning for the different planets. Constellations were easy enough for him to pick out with his bare eyes, but with the telescope he could almost make out the different shades of color of the planets if he focused in hard enough.
After a bit he turned his attention down to the coast. Sometimes there were animals that came up on the beach. Checking along the shore he saw a few clumps of seaweed, made out the shape of a few boulders he was familiar with at the different mile stretches, and unfortunately his gaze landed upon his little sister riding his brother-in-law Cowgirl Style.
They hadn't just gone for a nice stroll, they'd gotten completely naked and were currently crossing 'sex on the beach' off their bucket list.
"Oh, Merlin," he exclaimed and pulled the telescope away from his eye in distaste. He did not need to know what Ginny got up to with her husband when no one was around. Yes, they were too far away for the naked eye, but couldn't they have disillusioned themselves as well?
Bill gave a full body shudder and got up to refill his scotch and try to put what he'd just seen out of his mind.
It wasn't like and Fleur hadn't done that, but once was enough. Sex on the beach sounds sexy in one's mind, but things like that are best left to the mind less the illusion of hotness be shattered. The ground was cold and hard and there was sand everywhere. And sand is dirt. Not just normal dirt, but tiny little grains of dirt.
It had not been pleasant.
With his glass once more full he went back outside and sat on the deck, sure not to even look in the direction he'd seen the couple in. It was twenty minutes later that they emerged from over the cliff.
"Mind if I grab a glass of that?" Harry asked, pointing to the scotch in Bill's hand.
"No problem. Top mine off, would you?" he held his glass out for him.
Ginny simply gave him a wave and walked into the house. He could hear her checking on the kids before she went to use the loo. Then Harry came back out and took a seat beside him, shifting a bit uncomfortably in his seat.
Bill couldn't help his snicker.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Not all it's chalked up to be, is it?" he smirked.
"What isn't?"
Bill inclined his head towards the beach and saw some recognition dawn on Harry's face. "You're likely going to want to shave any arse hair you've got. There'll be sand down there somewhere for a week otherwise."
()()()
Lily Luna
()()()
"Bye mum, bye dad," Lily called out before she left the house.
Finally, finally, she was considered old enough to go out without her brothers in tow. It had been such a farse too, more often than not it was her keeping them in line, not the other way around.
Teddy was the only responsible one, James and Albus barely paid her any mind. James was always getting into trouble, and Albus didn't pay attention to his surroundings, preferring to keep his nose in a book.
Now though, she was thirteen and since that was old enough to go to Hogsmeade by herself at school then that was old enough to meet up with her friends that just lived down the road and go hang out around town for a few hours.
Both her parents were home, but her brothers were all out for the day; James had Floo'd over to his girlfriends place, Albus was over at Malfoy Manor for the weekend, and though Teddy was living with them technically he was currently visiting with his Nana for a few days. But Teddy confided in her that he was saving up enough for a place for him and Victoire!
She was so excited for them and hoped she was going to be one of the bridesmaids when they finally got married. They'd been together for years and Victoire had finished up with Hogwarts now.
Lily was near a half mile away before she realized she'd left her clutch in the bathroom when she was trying out some of her mum's mascara. It had all her money in it!
She hurried back to the house and rushed through the front door and up the stairs.
The bathroom door was closed but she could hear the shower was running, and the curtain wasn't see-through so she gently turned the knob and pushed the door open a bit, peaking through her partially closed eyes to see where on the counter she had left it.
"Oh! Ooo, yeah, like that."
Lily froze hearing her mothers voice.
"Yeah? Like that?"
Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. That was her dad!
"Oh! Fuck. Yes. Oh, keep doing that!"
Lily's jaw dropped open and then there were these slapping sounds that followed her mothers moans. She snatched her clutch off the counter and backed out of the room, trying her best to keep her vomit down.
Gently as possible and attempting to block out all sound that reached her ears she managed to close the door.
It wasn't enough though.
The two of them thought they had the entire house to themselves and hadn't used a silencing charm! She could hear them still going at it. Her mum kept moaning so loud! And the sound of their bodies slapping together and the echo from the bathroom!
Uh, it was revolting!
She nearly tripped down the stairs in her effort to get away faster and didn't stop until she was on the other side of the front door.
A whole body shiver ran though her.
It was nice that after twenty years they still wanted to jump each other the second the kids were out of the house, but no one should have to hear their parent's going at it like that!
()()()