Prompt- I'd love to read a fic where Harry has to deal with a fellow quidditch pro flirting with Ginny. Obviously Ginny is acting above board, but just overall exploring how Harry has to deal with the fact that other wizards will hit on her. But also something that doesn't just dismiss Harry's concerns. In my head, there's a scene where Ginny is overseas and this guy makes a move and Ginny realizes that maybe its not just Harry being insecure.
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Competition
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She let out a moan as he walked into the room then muffled it as soon as she realized he was there.
That was his Ginny.
She was sick as a dog and trying to hide just how bad it was making her feel. Can't show any signs of weakness that one.
She must have known that he liked taking care of her though! And it isn't like it's hard. All she wants to do when she's sick is sleep. She gets piled up in layers, usually involving clothes pilfered from his side of the closet, and tuck herself under the covers to essentially sweat it out in her sleep.
When she was under the weather it wasn't just sniffles, it was as though she'd been hit by a brick truck. She couldn't stand, every smell made her want to vomit, and following along in any kind of conversation was simply not going to happen.
To Harry, this all came about at a great time though.
Ginny was doing well in her career, and he was happy for her. He was never more proud of his wife than when she was flying through the air during a game making a spectacular goal and the crowd erupted in cheers.
What he wasn't too keen about were some of her fans and the comments he overheard from them. Then there were comments and looks from a few players on other teams too; Male players.
He trusted Ginny of course, and it wasn't like he didn't have his own number of crazed admirers that she had commented on once or twice.
Today though the Harpies were supposed to share a practice pitch with the Wimbourne Wasps.
Chris Davis was on the Wimbourne Wasps and he had his eye on Ginny. Not that he didn't get enough play with nearly every other female Quidditch Player. It was like he was working his way down a list and Ginny was the last name he needed in order to get his trophy.
She wasn't interested.
She had told Harry she wasn't interested in Davis when Harry pointed out that Davis wanted her. She'd rolled her eyes at him and said, "So? Does that mean he gets me?"
No, of course it doesn't. But Harry had been plagued by the media since stepping foot in their world and had no doubt that the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly would love to start something up about Ginny stepping out on him.
There was still this little creature inside him telling him how Ginny was too good for him as well. Ron might have been the reason that he was introduced to the wonderful Weasley family, but Ginny was the reason that they were really his family now… and she is so much better looking than him. Every now and then he was simply caught up with how truly lucky he was that she had chosen him when she could have anyone.
So, as mentioned, he was a little relieved she wasn't sharing the pitch with the Wasps. Instead, she was in their bed, almost indiscernible under all the blankets and pillows.
It was times like these that he was glad he opted for a Muggle house. He'd always wanted to do this when he was growing up and feeling rotten. Dudley got this treatment, but of course Harry hadn't. He had carried their television into the bedroom, one that had a VCR built in so that he could sit beside her and watch movie after movie between feeding her soup and tea when she was awake.
It was luxury really. He was on his days off and she was sick. This was quality time with his wife at what was usually the busiest time of the year for both of them. For some reason criminals really came out of the woodwork in the spring. It was always when he had his most trying times during his school years too; Quirrell and the Philosophers Stone, Ginny and the Basilisk, on and on, everything came to a head in the Spring. And Spring was when the National Quidditch Season Finale was on. (AN- Don't give AF if that is 'the truth'. Artistic License.)
Ginny was upset that she was missing out on her practices and such but she would be back up and at it after a few days rest. Harry had already fielded several fire calls from Gwenog Jones and from Molly and assured both of them that he was taking good care of Ginny.
He turned his attention away from the television now to look down at her resting on the pillow beside him. Her nose was all red and her mouth was hanging open so she could breathe. She looked adorable.
Eventually Harry fell asleep. He awoke to the feel of the bed shifting.
"What's going on?" he asked quietly. "Gin? Do you need something?" His eyes cracked open and he saw she had cuddled closer to his side, as close as she could through the layers of clothing and blankets.
"I have an itch," she murmured and rubbed herself against him suggestively.
A sleepy grin stretched over his face. "An itch you say?" She was coming around the other side of her cold. He very much enjoyed that part of her recovery as well, when she still had no interest in leaving the bed, yet there were a few things that she enjoyed that didn't require leaving the bed.
She called it her 'post-cold exercise'.
Ginny shuffled under the blankets, kicking and tossing them so they would collect on the other side of her and there was less material between them. Her leg was finally covered only by her pajama bottoms and she looped it around his own jean covered leg and rubbed herself up against him.
Her hand slipped under his shirt and her ice-cold fingers traced along his stomach.
A shiver ran through him. He didn't understand how she could have been surrounded by blankets for so long and yet her hands were still frozen.
"Harry," she purred coaxingly and cuddled in closer to him.
He continued to grin despite his shivers. She was always so randy when she was coming out the other side of being under the weather.
There was no rhyme or reason to it. She'd been sleeping it off for two days now and been grumpy, yet cuddly, and he supposed now that her energy was returning it was all collecting in her lady parts.
He'd certainly still been randy while she was mummifying herself in a duvet, but he was always ready for a go so that didn't mean anything.
Harry slipped down the bed so that he was laying beside her as he had been somewhat propped up by the pillows. They didn't need words for this next part. His hand slipped down the seat of her bottoms, grasping her bum firmly, then letting his fingers trail between her legs. She hummed at his touch in appreciation.
She was still quite snotty, but her neck was good and warm, that was where he buried his face. Her cold fingers ran under his shirt along his back. Slowly he rolled her onto her back and worked his lips down her body, over the front of her shirt and then down between her legs.
Ginny didn't show any sign of protest as he tugged down her pajama bottoms and situated himself between her legs. He traced his fingers along her folds, massaging them until her legs fell open in relaxation and she was giving him eye rolling groans. Bit by bit she fell away into a dazed, blissful state as he worked away at her with his fingers, then his lips, then his tongue.
He contemplated while he worked away at her whether he wanted to bother getting his own after he'd given her a good number of orgasms, or if he should just let her drift off into dreamland.
She didn't give him the choice though. After she'd had her second and he was working on giving her a third she pulled at him to lay up beside her and rolled him onto his back. Ginny worked at his belt and shoved his jeans down just enough to free his manhood and lowered herself onto him.
It didn't take long before the both of them had a lovely finish and were ready for another nap.
One more lazy day like that and Ginny was back to her usual self.
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As she was packing up for her trip to the States Harry couldn't help realizing that the last time they'd spent a good amount of time together had been when she'd had that cold.
That had been two months ago.
Spring really was the craziest time for the both of them. He'd taken time off to nurse her back to health and used up his vacation days. A noble reason and he didn't regret it, but then they were both so incredibly busy after she'd kicked the cold that they had essentially only seen each other after dinner and before breakfast. Sunday dinners at the Burrow were always a fun affair where they spent time together, but it wasn't the same as having a full lazy day of nothing but each other's company.
He missed her, even though he saw her every day.
Even though she was standing at the other side of the room from him right now, he missed her.
"You sure you don't want to blow off this trip?" Harry asked coaxingly.
She offered him an amused smile and continued putting her things into her suitcase, including a dress that he hadn't even seen her wear yet.
It was a Quidditch Confederation Conference that she was going to with a few of the other Harpies and there would be several representatives from every Nationally ranked Quidditch team across the globe there. It would be a great time for her, he was sure of that.
The conferences he'd gone to with the Aurors had been less about the 'conference' part of it all and more about the after party. Sure, he'd learned a few things during the sessions held during the day, but once the sun went down so did the drinks. It was always a great time.
He had always worn a nice button down shirt and slacks, but men's dress up clothes were well different than woman's dress up clothes.
The dress she was packing had a bit of a green shimmer to it and he was pretty sure there was a decent dip in the front that would show off her cleavage. Ginny wasn't super busty and could pull off a deep V-necked dress very nicely with-out it looking too flashy or trashy, but Harry wasn't very keen on the idea of a bunch of strange, and built, Quidditch men seeing her in that dress before he had a chance to.
He bit his tongue though.
She would look beautiful, and that is what he would tell her when he saw the photos after.
There were always photos that she brought home to show him. And if she didn't, he'd still see pictures of the conference because they were covered by a few different media sources, and his Ginny was famous for more than just Quidditch. She was a celebrity on two levels because of him.
He knew there was nothing for him to be insecure about. She loved him and was as devoted to him as he was to her. But she grew up around love and affection and was more willing to give a hug here and a kiss on the cheek there to casual acquaintances and friends. He, on the other hand, still wasn't keen on shaking hands with people.
It had been just over a decade now that he had known the Weasley's and it still surprised him every time he was pulled in for a bear hug by his mother-in-law or his father-in-law clapped him on the shoulder, just the same as he did all his children.
Ginny was chatting about all the different aspects of the convention and how she wasn't too happy about who she was stuck rooming with at the hotel because they were likely to bring a man back to the room.
As she chatted away Harry wondered what the chances were that he could catch an International Portkey to Massachusetts and surprise her at one of the evening parties. There had to be a hotel room somewhere relatively close by that he could rent for the night and they could spend it together.
It would be a romantic gesture. He hadn't done one of those in… uh, likely since he'd proposed.
Hmm, even that hadn't been very romantic. She'd been practicing for her try-outs with the Harpies and he'd had her take a few shots with him playing Keeper. This was back when they were regularly setting little challenges for each other as a distraction from this or the other thing. His proposal hadn't been all that romantic, he'd held out the ring and essentially told her they'd be married in a year.
At least she didn't object.
He could make this the start of many romantic gestures!
With that idea in mind his mood turned around and he helped her out by gathering her toiletries together.
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The International Portkey from Britain was disorienting. It had been a long time since he'd taken one that had brought him so far away from his staring point. The worst was the time when he, Ron and Hermione went to Australia to find Hermione's parents after the war. That one required three Portkey's and Harry hadn't known whether he might have simply preferred flying. At least if he flew he could sleep during. Instead he'd felt progressively worse with each transfer. They had been kept longer and longer at each location so their bodies could recover from the distance but it hadn't been enough to stop him from being sick when they finally landed in Canberra.
He'd made the trip to the States a few times and knew to take something to settle his stomach an hour before taking the Portkey, and he had done so.
Ginny had left two nights ago and they'd chatted over their enchanted mirrors before he'd gone to sleep and before she left to join various people for dinner. If he timed it right he should be arriving outside her hotel room door just as she was about to call him today as well.
The hotel that the conference was in was a wizards hotel in Cheshire, Massachusetts. It had several event rooms and over two hundred guest rooms. Ginny was actually lucky she only had to share her room with one person since there were easily five to six hundred people attending this conference.
Tonight was supposed to be the big party that finished off the conference and he was looking forward to it.
He brought his invisibility cloak with him so that he could get through the lobby of the hotel and up to her room with-out accidentally having her see him. The lobby was full of people milling about, many of them he recognized by sight from Quidditch magazines over the years.
Ron would be falling all over himself to be here right now, Harry mused.
He pressed the button for the lift and was glad to have no one else already waiting when the doors dinged open and he went in. Before the doors shut though there were three men that came in. One of them was the Wasps Keeper, Chris Davis.
Harry made sure to stand as far away from the men as he could.
"Going to get smashed tonight," Davis was saying. "And dibs on having the room to myself for a few hours." He gave his buddies a nudge.
The blonde man to his right that was a reserve Chaser for the Wasps chuckled. "Right, who've you got your eye on then?"
"Yeah, go on," the one to the left of Davis said. Harry couldn't place him. "There are only so many left on your list."
"Boys, tonight is the night!" Davis announced.
"Oh, come on," blondie roused. "You say that all the time. She's never going to go for it!" It appeared he knew exactly what Davis was alluding to, and so did the man on the left.
"Yeah. She's super hot, a wicked player, and damn if she doesn't have the dirtiest jokes, but she's married," he said sounding as though he had listed off those things several times before.
"I dunno," Davis grinned. "I think I've got a shot. And after we all get good and drunk I think she'll be rather interested."
"Don't say we didn't warn you when her husband tracks you down and ends you like he did You-Know-Who," blondie told him.
They were all gauffing at that when the doors opened and they exited the lift.
Harry's good mood and excitement were gone now. There was a pain beginning to register with him in his molars from his teeth grinding together. He was simply glaring at the closed lift doors as they closed, glowering at them like it was their reflective golden surface that had just announced it wanted to sleep with his wife.
He knew it too. He'd said as much.
He had adjusted to the fact that some of her fans would fantasize about her, and there were pin-up posters of her in the possession of several teenage boys everywhere. But this was different. This guy had social interactions with her regularly, and now Harry had found out that he really did have her on some list of his.
And clearly Davis had talked about wanting to shag Ginny often enough that his mates had known exactly what he was going on about with-out him having to say anything other than 'tonight is the night'.
The nerve of him!
A malicious thought came into his mind then.
If this guy was going to be trying to put the moves on Ginny tonight, maybe Harry would let him make a first attempt. Maybe Harry would stand just off to the side and out of sight as Davis slinked up beside Ginny at the bar and tried to put his arm around her. Then Harry would move in and play up the fact that he was The Chosen One, Defeater of Voldemort, The Boy Who Lived to tell anyone hitting on his wife to FUCK OFF.
He had an insane urge to mark her as his territory right then.
First he had to get off the lift though and make it to her room.
He pressed the button for her floor, but the lift had already started moving back down to the lobby by the time he'd pressed it.
It reached the lobby and Harry's foul mood evaporated when he saw it was Ginny and Gwenog that were getting on. Both women were grinning ear to ear and chuckling.
"Seriously!" Gwenog was saying. "He didn't even know who I was, he just looked me up and down and went 'Yo wew fit, innit'," she put on a chav accent for the comment. "Pretty sure he was a Muggle, but I took the compliment."
The doors closed behind them.
"Somehow it seems so much more flattering when it comes from complete strangers, doesn't it?" Ginny said. "I get plenty of compliments from home, but they are more in a look or a touch than-" she cut herself off and took in a sniff of the air. "Do you smell that?" she asked.
Oh shit, he grinned under the cloak, she could smell his cologne. He'd put it on especially for her because he knew it did something to her.
"What?" Gwenog asked and gave a few sniffs of the air. "Oh, that's a pleasant scent, isn't it?"
"That's the same cologne Harry has," Ginny said and turned around so she was now facing him, her eyes looking only into the middle distance. There was this amused look on her face and a twinkle in her eye as her hand shot out and she grasped the cloak.
He let her pull it off of him.
Gwenog gave a startled gasp and backed up to the farthest side of the lift, but Ginny came forward with a big smile and wrapped her arms around him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly.
"I came to surprise you. Glad it worked," he told her. Her reaction was enough to settle his mood after what had happened before she came into the lift. "Thought I'd throw on something decent and come to the party this evening, if I'm allowed," he added, looking towards Gwenog for her okay on that.
"Of course you can come," Gwenog told him immediately. "No need for all the cloak and dagger," she rolled her eyes but then looked down interested in his invisibility cloak.
Ginny pulled herself tighter to him and gave him a firm kiss on the lips.
The doors dinged open on the correct floor and she grasped his hand and hurriedly led him towards her hotel room, seeming to forget about Gwenog.
"Hopefully Chelsea isn't in here. Last night I walked in and she was 'entertaining'. Didn't even throw the deadbolt," she said with an excited giggle as she opened the door to the empty room.
"Is it time for revenge then?" he asked and pulled her against him so they were back to front and kissed her neck.
"Not exactly." Ginny gave a slow sway of her bum against his front. "She might not care if I see who she's shagging, but she is absolutely not getting an eyeful of my man." She then pulled her wand and locked the door before dragging him to the bed and pulling at his clothes.
An hour and a half later they were standing in a very loud and dimly lit conference room that had faerie lights twinkling above them and a dancefloor that was being used by only the most inebriated of attendees. There were canapes being passed around that were surprisingly filling; All deep-fried things to soak up the booze that was pouring freely.
The benefit of it being a dimly lit room in another country was that he wasn't immediately recognized by everyone he passed and could move through the crowd somewhat anonymously.
Most seemed to have only realized who he was because Ginny was right beside him and they were able to put two and two together. He hadn't seen the Wasp Keeper anywhere though. He was hoping for some kind of interaction with him so that he could establish who the dominant one was. Bastard needed to realize that Ginny wasn't his for the taking.
His lovely wife had managed to pull him onto the dance floor a few times for the relatively slow songs, but the one's that required bouncing about and twirling your hips he left her to her girlfriends and simply enjoyed the show.
It was after he had gone for a refresh on their drinks while Ginny was dancing about to some quick tempo song that he spotted Davis for the first time, and the smarmy git was edging his way along the dancefloor towards Ginny as well.
Debate time; Did he wait to see if Davis would try to talk to her or put his hands on her, or should he go over to his wife and simply snog the daylights out of her for all to see?
History had proven that Ginny liked it when he went a little 'caveman' on her. Their very first kiss had been him simply acting on instinct and going for it. He didn't know then that she still had feelings for him. He'd apologized to her after when they'd gone for a walk and she'd assured him that she hadn't minded in the least.
Years later they'd had a row shortly after moving in together and he'd told her he was putting his foot down about something. The fight was inconsequential and about something stupid. When she'd essentially launched herself at him, attacking him with desperate kisses and pulling at his trousers, he'd been surprised. After they'd shagged on the couch she'd told him how hot she found it when he was so firm like that with her.
So, right now, if he went over there and made it abundantly clear to a few people at this event that she was his, he had to wonder if it would make them end up having adventurous sex in the nearest stairwell.
It wouldn't even be like they'd be the only one's carrying on right now either. He'd seen Chelsea against the wall near the bar with some guy he didn't recognize, and those two were going to town on each other. The people around them didn't seem phased by the raunchy show that was going on, but Ginny had told him a few tales of debauchery that happened around these events. So many people that were always in the limelight, now surrounded by other people in the same boat as them. The motto was, what happens at the conference, stays at the conference.
Harry wasn't concerned about what other people were doing though because Davis was moving in closer to Ginny, only about a foot away from her now.
He couldn't help but be a little curious as to what his wife would do in this situation though. Would she let Davis dance with her? Did she know that he had a thing for her and was hoping to get between her legs?
Then it happened; Davis put his arm around Ginny's shoulder and attempted to dance with her. Ginny's face said it all. She grimaced and pushed his arm off her.
It would have been better if she'd pulled her wand on him, but this was a work event.
Harry set their drinks down and walked towards them. He could see Davis was saying something to Ginny and she was scowling at him. Harry approached from her side and slunk his arm around her, immediately capturing Davis' attention.
Davis looked personally insulted that someone else was now putting their arm around his target, but then he realized who it was and had the decency to look scared.
"I don't think we've met," Harry said to him, loud enough for Davis to hear and with malice dripping off every word over the music. "I'm Harry Potter, Ginny's husband." He held out his hand in greeting.
"Uh, yeah. Yes, I've heard of you. Of course," Davis gave a swallow and accepted Harry's offering of a handshake.
Once their hands were clasped Harry squeezed it tight and leaned in to talk directly into Davis' ear. "Better move on from this target of yours, Davis. Tonight is not the night. There will never be a night between you and Ginny. I don't want to hear about you coming near her again unless you're on the pitch. Got it?" Then he pulled back and released his hand.
Davis gave a pained and forced grin before quickly moving off the dancefloor, allowing Harry to turn his focus back to Ginny as a slow song came on.
"I think I prefer that method," Ginny said to him.
"What method?"
"Of marking your territory. I much better than a Golden Shower."
"Gross! Ginny!" he exclaimed, disgusted at the suggestion.
All she could do was laugh at the face he made and leaned forward to rest her head on his chest as they swayed to the music.
He knew that Ginny had no interest in being with anyone else, but that wasn't going to stop him from worrying about it from time to time. She just made his life so wonderful that he couldn't ever let her think he took it for granted.
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