How They're Made

by LostOpportunity

"Well, when a witch and a wizard love each other very much..." How the next generation of the big Potter/Weasley/Granger family came to be. Adult content.

5. James

CHAPTER FIVE: JAMES

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"Ah!" Ginny winced in pain, "Don't be so rough with me, Potter, wait until later for that."

Harry shook his head as he continued his attempt at massaging the cramp out of his wife's thigh, her leg raised and draped over his shoulder so that her ankle grazed his cheek, and he had to resist the urge to turn his head and start kissing it. She was lying back on their sofa, her brilliant hair spread out behind her, and him on his knees between her legs. Her comment certainly didn't help his efforts to ignore how great this position was during a much better activity, and be a good husband and help his wife with her injury.

"I know you hate hearing this," Harry grunted as his hands continued to work out the knots in her powerful leg, "but even you have limitations, Potter. You're just going to make things worse by pushing yourself during recovery." It had been a few years now since the way she teasingly called him by his last name made sense, and by now he thought she just used it to bait him into saying it back to her.

"Hmmm, less lecturing, more rubbing," Ginny chided him, "stop making me think I married Hermione."

Ginny had finally escaped the injured list of the Holyhead Harpies, after being benched, from both matches and practice, for two months with a broken leg. Apparently, mending broken bones with magic still left them brittle, and if another injury occurred too soon, it could damage the limb irreparably. That was good enough when she was playing for her House team, which only played a match every few months anyway, but a professional team playing every week presented too much of a risk.

So Ginny had been a good little soldier, done her physical therapy, and was now back on the active roster with a month to go in the season, and she had her work cut out for her. The Harpies had taken a drop in the standings without their young rising star Chaser, and they needed to not only win all of their handful of remaining games, but win them by huge points margins in order to take the league title.

Which would be difficult enough on its own, but Ginny still wasn't back into her original form. With a broken leg, she hadn't been able to train, and now she didn't have the same lower body strength she had a few months ago. She had come home with cramped and exhausted legs after every practice. But she never stopped pushing herself to the maximum. She had already realized her dream of becoming a Harpy, but the idea of winning her first championship made her like a crazed shark smelling blood in the water.

As Harry continued to firmly work her tense muscles, the furrow in Ginny's brow relaxed and she hummed in contentment. Harry leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'll make us some tea," he said softly.

He left for the kitchen, and after sighing deeply, Ginny parted herself from the comfort of the sofa and followed him.

"You know, it's tough to believe that your thighs have gotten that weak," Harry told her with his back to her as he got out the teabags. "They sure as hell didn't feel weak last night when they were crushing my head like a grape."

"Hmmm, that's because your head seemed very happy to be there," said Ginny, walking up next to him and resting a hand on his bum. "Meanwhile, my broom has been feeling like it hates being under me. I haven't been able to grip it hard enough with my legs to maintain control during my signature maneuvers without almost falling off."

"Mind you, even if you have to forgo your 'signature maneuvers' and just rely on playing like a normal Chaser, that still makes you the most dangerous player on that pitch," said Harry affectionately. He snaked one arm around his wife's waist, but when his hand moved up to her ribs she jumped and hissed in pain.

"What's wrong?" he suddenly said sharply, "Are you okay?"

Ginny groaned. She had hoped to delay when he would find out. "Well, I said that I can't turn quite as sharply as usual, so I got a little too friendly with a bludger, and…"

She lifted up her training robes to reveal her stomach, and Harry saw a large, purple bruise on her left side.

"Merlin's bollocks," Harry grumbled as he quickly grabbed an ice pack and placed it to her skin, while also running his wand over her injury with pain numbing spells. Ginny let him dote on her, even though the team healers had already looked her over, she just loved the intense, focused look he got on his face when he was concerned for her.

"This is getting ridiculous, Gin," he grunted, shaking his head. "The trainers can either come up with something else to help you, or you have to, for once in your life, restrain yourself."

"Well the trainers did say that I could…" she stopped herself and bit her lip nervously, "Nothing, nevermind."

But Harry was already interested. He looked up from her bruise to her face. "What did they say? Come on, Gin, we've got to do something."

Ginny just chuckled and shook her head, not looking him in the eye, almost bashfully. Harry hadn't seen that look on her in a long time.

"You're not gonna like iiiit," she said in a teasing voice.

Harry frowned in confusion. "Why would I not like it? If it would help you, I would like it. What treatment could involve me anyway?"

"Well…" Ginny continued, "the trainers didn't really recommend a potion or spell, just something I could do. Or, more accurately, something I could not do."

"Well, what is it?" Harry pressed. "You live the healthiest lifestyle I've ever seen, I can't imagine what—"

"You, Harry," she laughed, "They told me not to do you. Apparently sex can weaken legs, which...yeah, I can attest to that, from all the times you've left them feeling like jelly. The healer asked me how much we have sex, and I asked 'what, like, how many times a day?' and she dropped her wand."

Harry stood there silently with a shocked expression for a few seconds, but then erupted into laughter.

"Welp, if that's their only solution," he said, turning back to the tea, "then sorry love, but your team is fucked."

Ginny narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. "You know, most blokes would be concerned if their gorgeous wife was advised to cut them off from sex. Unless you just don't think shagging me isn't a hard thing to give up…."

Harry didn't take the bait. "Shagging you is brilliant, I just know I'm not going to have to give it up, and it won't be my decision," he said easily without looking at her. "Most blokes' gorgeous wives aren't Ginny Potter. You care about Quidditch more than anyone I've met, but even that isn't enough to get you to accept celibacy."

Ginny's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open at his brazenness.

"Ex-cuse me, sir!" she exclaimed, "I'm not sure I like what you're implying. What, are you saying I'm just such a desperate slut for your cock that I'll go mental if I try to last a few weeks without getting fucked?"

Harry turned to face her, stepped toward her until they were inches apart and looked down into her eyes as he towered over her. His eyes had that same focused, burning look that made her hold her breath like a schoolgirl.

"Yes," he stated unapologetically.

Ginny felt a shiver go up her spine and she pressed her tired thighs together. The awkward teenage boy who was oblivious to his own charms that Ginny had fallen in love with was long gone, but the confident, sexy man who was well aware of how good he was at making her come undone was definitely a worthy replacement.

Ginny swallowed hard and closed her eyes to protect herself from her husband's gaze.

"Okay, that may be true," she said resolutely, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him away, "but don't try to act like you're not just as much of a slut as me, Potter. You got a hard-on in the bloody delivery room after Dom was born."

"That's involuntary!" he countered, pointing a finger in her face that Ginny resisted the urge to nibble on. "I wasn't the one who insisted we do something with it in the hospital supply closet. I also wasn't the one who tried to give oral under the table at Percy and Audrey's rehearsal dinner."

"I was under there looking for my dropped earring, I was just in the neighborhood…" said Ginny innocently, batting her eyelashes.

They continued their staring contest for a moment, then they both broke out into laughter.

"Make no mistake, Gin," said Harry, turning back to the tea, "I'm perfectly aware that I'm a randy hound, but everything's relative, love. I'm not claiming that I would be able to last long, I just know I would last longer than you."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up and she put her hands on her hips. "Oh, you do, do you?"

Harry groaned, leaned against the kitchen counter, and closed his eyes in resignation, realizing too late that he had phrased that the absolute worst way he could have. This was going to be a thing now.

"Not everything is a challenge, Gin," Harry said placatingly, "It's just the facts. I'm a Ministry-trained Occlumens. I've been able to resist the Imperius Curse since I was fourteen."

"So? I have a spectacular arse," Ginny countered with complete confidence. Harry silently had to admit that that was an excellent point. But two could play at that game.

"Well, I've been told, by people who shall remain nameless, that I have a similarly spectacular arse," he said reasonably.

She stepped up to him in a challenging way, which was quite an accomplishment since she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. "You really believe this, don't you? You start drooling every time you see me in a bra, but you think you could go longer than me without a shag?"

Harry put on an infuriating smirk and just shrugged.

Ginny drew in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Alright then," she declared, stepping away from him, "Why don't you prove it, then?"

Harry's smirk vanished from his face.

"...What?" he said in a voice that sounded like a hurt puppy.

"You think you could outlast me until I'm begging for your cock? Only one way to find out. I've been advised to give up sex anyway, so maybe this is a way for me to focus on rehab until you inevitably come crawling to me to get your rocks off."

Harry's face steeled at her taunting. It was true that he was crazy about his wife, but he had always prided himself on being a respectful gentleman, not to mention a disciplined Auror, and didn't appreciate being dismissed as a stereotypical bloke who did his thinking with his other head. "Alright, it'll be fun to watch you squirm for a few days before you learn to be a good girl. What are we betting on?"

"The winner gets to never let the loser live it down," said Ginny, like it was obvious.

"Sounds reasonable," said Harry thoughtfully. "One more thing though: no one's allowed to get themselves off, either."

Ginny hesitated for a moment, then tried to act casual. "Of course, that was implied. That was part of what the healers said, orgasms have been making my legs jelly."

"Alright then, Potter, the terms are set," said Harry formally, extending his hand out to her. Ginny suppressed a giggle and shook her husband's hand with her nose pointed in the air like a proper pureblood lady.

After the bit was over, however, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.

"To really make it a deal, it's gotta be sealed with a kiss," she teased, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

They pulled back, but stopped a few inches apart. He leaned towards her again and gave her another peck. Which turned into another. Which turned into a long, sensual kiss, and before long Harry's arms had snaked around to their familiar spot on her waist, and she reached up to cup his jaw, feeling the stubble on his cheek.

Their kissing grew more and more heated, and Ginny couldn't stop herself letting out a moan into Harry's mouth. That little noise always ignited a fire in him, and with a growl in his throat he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed it greedily. Ginny's brain filled with fog as their tongues massaged each other, and she unthinkingly moved her hand to palm the length of his cock through his trousers. Not backing down, Harry shoved her against the kitchen counter and aggressively started fondling her perfect, pert breasts.

Ginny managed to pull her mouth off of his to get two words out.

"Start tomorrow?" she breathed.

"Deal," he grunted, and scooped her up into his arms and Appareted them to their bedroom.

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"You were on fire tonight, Red! That's what I like to see!" Gwenog's voice boomed as she slapped Ginny so hard on the back she suspected she'd get a bruise. "Two more performances like that and we might pull off one of the greatest comeback league titles in the history of Quidditch!"

Ginny tried to smile in a way she hoped didn't look like a grimace. "What do you mean 'might?' We have this title in the bag."

Gwenog walked away laughing, and Ginny continued to accept compliments from her teammates for her performance in her second match since her return from injury. When they had finally moved on to their own lockers to change, Ginny stuck her face in her locker and resisted the urge to scream into it. It was true, for the second straight week, Ginny had flown brilliantly, if she did say so herself, but it didn't feel quite as good to be applauded for it when the reason for her quick recovery left her so horny she was miserable. She wasn't sure if her newfound form was proof of the Healers' theory about sex and leg strength, or maybe she was just taking out her considerable frustration by nearly plowing the opposing Chasers off their brooms and chucking the Quaffle through the hoops with more force than she knew herself capable of.

She thought she would win this thing with Harry easily. After all, she had gone months at a time without getting any while she completed her final year at Hogwarts and Harry began his Auror training. And men were always the randier ones, right? She was supposed to have him eating out of the palm of her hand by now.

She had been an idiot. Harry was right, he had professional training in mental discipline, and she was the one to steer their original conversation in the direction it had gone. She could have just let his offhand comment go, or instead demanded he make it up to her by going down on her all night. He would have licked her clit so fast she could have sworn his tongue was magic, and reached up to pinch her nipples so hard it blurred the line between pain and pleasure just the way she liked—

Shit! She admonished herself and forced her thoughts away from what her husband could do with his mouth. She thought with all her might about the idea of Aunt Muriel in the shower.

It made her calm down a bit, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she was a wreck again.

She apparently hadn't truly appreciated how much of her daily life was built around sex with Harry. They had never made a conscious effort or decision to make sure to fuck every morning, but it had always just worked out that way. She would wake up, the first thing she felt was his strong, protective arms around her, so why in the world wouldn't she want to start her day with a shag? Somehow, she was always the first one to wake, but he would be proudly sporting morning wood in his sleep. She would pull the sheets off him and straddle him in one fluid motion and he would wake up with his cock already inside her.

Having her face be the first thing he saw when his eyes fluttered open, and his senses being immediately overwhelmed by her as he rejoined the waking world was a huge turn on. The way he looked up at her while she rode him, in awe like she was a goddess, made her feel like she could take on the world, no matter what daunting shit she had to deal with that day. She used to greet all of her teammates with a sunny smile. Now, she was coming into practice in a bad mood, feeling empty without her morning filling of cum. Some of her teammates liked to boast about their sexual conquests at the end of the weekends, but instead of offering jokes and teases Ginny just scowled in jealousy. And she was really starting to hate the athletic tradition of the congratulatory butt-slap. Ginny was getting a lot of them recently, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from letting out a whimper of arousal that would have made the other women rather uncomfortable (or, in the case of several of her teammates, unfairly gotten their hopes up).

In hindsight, the fact that she had felt the need to seduce him into fucking her even while her leg had been in a cast really should have been a red flag about her chances with this bet.

She honestly didn't give a shit about her flying anymore. She was a brilliant Chaser, she didn't have to drive herself starkers to win. She couldn't go on like this.

But at the same time, it would be over her dead body that she let Harry get the better of her. This was the perfect chance to put him in his place and make him understand that, while out in the world he was the savior of the Wizarding World and the Auror that dark wizards had quickly learned to fear in his short career, he still had one weakness: her.

As she packed up her equipment and left the locker room, she checked the time. She would be home a bit before Harry, with just enough time to set a trap. He was losing this bet tonight even if it killed her.

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"Potter!" barked Robards, making Harry jump, remembering that he was in the Auror department briefing room, "Are you listening!?"

No sir, sorry, I was thinking about how good my wife looks when her tits bounce as I fuck her.

"Yes sir!" Harry answered. He gave vague enough input that could really apply to any of their cases, before Robards was satisfied and continued.

Because all the cases really were the same, weren't they? It was all the same shit, day after day. They dealt with all of the darkest things that wizards were capable of, but there was always more. No matter what they did, it didn't change anything. It didn't truly help anyone. What was even the point of this stupid job?

Harry shook his head and drank another shot of coffee. He reminded himself that his mood was just because of his sexual dry spell, but that didn't really make him feel better, because he really didn't like what that said about him. That he was throwing an interior tantrum like a child who had gotten his favorite toy taken away.

But there was no denying that, in hindsight, a big reason why Harry had been able to handle all of the negative aspects of being a young Auror — the tedium of the paperwork, the stress of what might happen if a dark wizard isn't caught, the first-hand exposure to all of the evil that magic was capable of — was that he always knew that at the end of the day he would be able to go home, throw Ginny Weasley/Potter onto their bed, and mount her until they were both exhausted and sated.

He had always known that Ginny was his rock and comfort, but he had liked to think it was for emotional support and having someone to talk to, not just getting his rocks off. But while she still welcomed him home with a bright smile, a witty quip, and open arms, and that certainly helped, the lack of open legs was draining him more than he liked to admit.

But to his credit, it wasn't just his own pleasure he was missing. Harry longed to hear Ginny's cries of release, muffled into their pillows, so badly that it was hurting him. The little mewls she made as she came down from her orgasms were better than any Veela song Harry had ever heard. The look she would get on her face as she came undone was seared into Harry's memory forever, but it had been far too long since he had seen the real thing. Giving her pleasure was probably more rejuvenating to him after a long day at work than getting his own release.

No matter how many dark wizards Harry helped catch, no matter how many dangers he prevented, there was always more. Always more victims. The only way he could reassure himself that it wasn't all pointless was looking at things like yearly statistics, and the hope that one day, maybe, things will get better permanently in the future.

Coming home and giving Ginny something that directly, immediately resulted in nothing but joy was the perfect palette cleanser after working at a job where most of the good was in the abstract.

Harry jumped as all of his fellow Aurors started packing up their papers and standing to leave. Apparently the meeting had adjourned while Harry had been busy reminiscing about the taste of his wife's sex. He saw Robards throwing him a suspicious look and Harry silently prayed that he hadn't assigned Harry something that he just passively nodded in agreement to.

Ron waited until Robards had left before leaning over towards Harry. "You okay, mate? You seem pretty out of it lately."

Harry nodded stiffly. "I'm fine, just have a heavy caseload right now." And another heavy load I can't give to your sister, thanks for asking.

"Alright," said Ron uncertainly, "just don't let Robards think you're cracking. Actually, maybe you should crack a little so he forces you to finally take a vacation."

He waited until Ron had left the room before leaving his own seat, as he was afraid that even his flowing robes might not hide the raging erection he was sporting. He had probably been caught several times already, since these days Harry was hard all the fucking time. A part of him told himself to just go to the loo and get rid of it himself, after all, who would know? He easily answered that voice by pointing out Ginny would know. She would know after one look at his face; she had always been able to read him like a book. And as much as he would like to tell himself she was probably doing the same thing, he knew she wasn't. She was just as proud and stubborn and hateful of losing as he was, so he knew she was abiding by the rules and wouldn't cheat.

Though truth be told though, if losing this stupid bed just meant being subjected to Ginny's smug look of triumph, Harry probably would have thrown in the towl by now. The other thing that stopped him was that he was ashamed of what a wreck he was, how….unevolved his thoughts were. He was afraid he would give the impression that her companionship wasn't enough for him and he was primarily interested in her body.

Harry groaned to the empty room, feeling miserable.

What the bloody hell had he been thinking? He had always known that the Imperius Curse was nothing compared to the way Ginny's hips swayed as she walked away from him, or the way she smiled and bit her lip mischievously when she realized he had said something that left her open for a joke. And Ginny was the most dedicated and strong-willed person he had ever met. At some point or another she had given up every other sinful pleasure in life for her training, why did he think sex would be any different? He had let the years of lustful gazes from her go to his head and he started buying his own hype.

Harry checked his watch, and was relieved that he only had another half hour before he could go home. He accepted that if he just passively sat by in this stalemate, she could outlast him forever. He needed to go on offense….

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Harry stopped on the porch to he and Ginny's home, his hand almost to the doorknob. He set his briefcase down, and did several deep squats right there on the welcome mat, trying to get his blood flowing to his muscles and away from a more embarrassing part of his body.

When he was sufficiently exhausted, he took a deep breath, and walked into his house. As he set his coat on the rack and walked through their entrance hallway, he steeled himself, ready to conjure up every seduction technique that had ever worked for him on the redhead that was currently driving him crazy.

All of his foolish plans died when he walked into the kitchen.

Ginny was bending over at the waist, rummaging through the contents of the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. She was wearing tight denim shorts that hugged every curve of her luscious ass and were barely long enough to cover each cheek. Her bum was presented directly toward the doorway Harry had frozen in. As soon as Harry let out an audible gasp, Ginny straightened up with a bottle of cleaning potion in her hand. She stretched her arms over her head, causing the tank top she was wearing to rise up and expose the freckles on the small of her back. She craned her head back, allowing her silky waterfall of flaming hair to cascade down her back.

Ginny slowly turned towards him and reacted with a look of surprise that Harry didn't buy for a second.

"Oh, hello love! I didn't realize you were home," she said innocently, like she hadn't just bent down when she heard him come in to stick her arse in his face.

"Having trouble finding something?" Harry asked flatly, looking towards the cabinet.

"Oh, just tidying up before dinner," said Ginny, holding up the bottle of household cleaning potion, "You know how I can never find anything in the mess under there."

"Right," said Harry, knowing full well that the potion had been right front and center the last time he had seen it.

"Dinner's almost ready, Harry, just stay right there," said Ginny. Harry could tell by the evil glint in her eye that he was actually staying for a show, and if he wanted to win their bet he should dash up the stairs for a cold shower, but his wife's intoxicating smile glued him to the spot.

Ginny uncorked the bottle and lightly drizzled some of the cleaning potion onto their kitchen table. She produced a cleaning towel from her pocket, and began making long, slow strokes up and down the table. She held the towel in both hands, causing her arms to squeeze her pert tits together in her tank top. With every stroke, she leaned far forward until she was practically laying on the table to reach the entire surface (instead of simply walking to the other side), arching her back just like she did when he fucked her against that table. Her leaning forward while facing him also gave him the best possible view down her top.

Harry gulped. He needed to strike back quickly or he was done for.

"Well I'm not going to just sit here and let you do all the work," he said, "let me help you."

Before she could react, he walked behind her and, like he hoped, he spotted a second cleaning towel stick out of her back pocket. Without another word, he shoved his hand into her pocket, spent a split second pressing his whole palm against her firm ass and giving it an affectionate squeeze before removing his hand again, taking the rag with it.

Ginny couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering shut and she had to bite her tongue to keep a moan from escaping her. She hadn't expected Harry to start playing that dirty that quickly. When he roughly manhandled her bum, it certainly did for him, but it drove her absolutely mental.

"Okay, love?" Harry asked with concern as he joined her in cleaning the table, "You're looking like you might faint."

Oh, do get over yourself, Ginny thought. "Oh, I'm fine, just a hard match today."

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it," he told her guiltily, "I really hate the Friday matches, I promise I'll be there for the rest of the season."

Ginny looked her husband in the eye and saw that he had dropped their game for a moment and was looking at her with nothing but genuine affection, which just made him even sexier, damn him.

"Don't worry about it, you big sap," she told him lovingly, putting a hand on his arm. That was a mistake, since she got a good feel for his bicep. She quickly drew her hand away as if it was on something hot, and he couldn't hide the insolent smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Stew's almost done!" Ginny said quickly. "Go on and take a seat and relax, I'll set the table."

She turned her back to him and opened one of their overhead cabinets. She stood on her tiptoes to reach their deep bowls on a high shelf, making sure to flex her bum, arch her back and stretch so her top exposed her midriff, but her attempt at a sexy pose hit a snag when she realized she was legitimately too short to reach her target. She winced as she felt Harry trying not to laugh as he watched her flail her arm, the bowls just an inch out of reach.

"Need some help, Gin?"

She jumped at Harry's low voice directly behind her, and felt goosebumps erupt on the back of her neck. Harry reached to get the bowls himself, leaning forward until his body was pressed up against her back, pinning her against the kitchen counter, and Ginny almost responded by pressing her arse against his crotch.

She looked straight up to meet his intense gaze with her own. Ginny had always been turned on by being physically reminded about how much bigger Harry was than her. He gently placed the bowls on the counter in front of them, causing his arm to wrap around her, and he didn't remove it.

"Feeling hungry, babe?" he whispered. Ginny heard her heartbeat pounding in her ears. It would be so easy to end her frustration right now….but she could also feel his heart pounding through his chest pressed to her back, and she knew that if she could just hold out a bit longer, she could get victory and a good shag.

The kitchen timer dinged and Ginny got renewed hope, her secret weapon was ready.

"Oh, excuse me, Harry, that's the tart, should be cool by now," she said sweetly, gently pushing him away from her to get to the fridge. His eyes flashed with confusion and disappointment and Ginny had a bit of a skip in her step as she removed the treacle tart from the fridge and set it down on the table.

"Oh no!" she cried dramatically, "it didn't set!"

She grabbed a spoon and pulled out a scoop of the tart's filling, which was still a runny, syrupy glop (just like she planned).

"Well," she shrugged, "I bet it still tastes fine."

Oh no, Harry thought, his eyes widening, she wouldn't.

Apparently, she would.

Ginny put the spoon in her mouth, and closed her eyes and hummed as the sweet flavor coated her mouth. Of course, she didn't stop there, she stuck her tongue out and began running it up and down the spoon, savoring every last imaginary morsel from the completely clean utensil. Those sounds she was making went straight to Harry's cock, which demanded from his brain a good explanation why it wasn't the thing being licked right now.

She gathered another spoonful from the incomplete tart and, as she was lifting it back to her mouth, she "accidentally" dropped the entire dollop straight onto her tits.

Ginny gasped, even though her eyes never left Harry's.

"Oopssss," she drew the word out.

Harry fought with all his might to not bury his face between those glorious breasts and make sure they were nice and clean and formulated a counterattack. He knew that if he did what he was considering, it would likely work against him just as much as her, but he needed to make a statement that he could handle whatever she threw at him.

"Oh, Gin, be careful," he said tenderly. He stepped towards her again and, rather than using a napkin, he brushed two fingertips along her skin where the mess was made, just going low enough to tantalizingly brush against her areola, but staying clear of the firm nipples poking through her tank top.

Ginny gasped loudly, and this time it wasn't theatrics.

Harry brought his now-sticky fingers to his mouth and sucked off the sweet filling. Bringing them back out, he put his first two fingers into a V and flicked his tongue between them to get the last of it, making clear to his wife where his tongue could easily be instead.

Ginny's eyes were dark with lust, and Harry knew his weren't any better. Involuntarily, his body started leaning down towards hers. She tilted her face up, her lips parting in welcome—

They froze when they were interrupted by both of their stomachs growling loudly. They stood motionless with their lips inches apart, then Ginny was the first to break the tension by breaking into a smile, and soon they were both laughing.

There was an unspoken, mutual ceasefire as they had their dinner, laughing and talking about the events of their days. Ginny gave him an animated description of the match, and like always he was enraptured as if he were the president of her fan club. Harry vented to her about Robards breathing down his neck, but neglected to mention why he had been zoning out during his meeting.

Ginny even refrained from running her bare foot up his thigh under the table like she usually did, so Harry was able to relax and let his guard down. It wasn't until later that night that he would realize that was a mistake.

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Harry was getting ready for bed, wearing just a white t-shirt and boxer shorts, and was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He casually walked back into the bedroom, humming softly to himself, when he was struck dumb by what he saw.

His bombshell wife was sitting at her vanity mirror, her reflection facing him, brushing out her long, flaming hair in slow strokes. It was no secret that he was fascinated by her hair, and he spent many nights brushing it for her.

But she did that every night. What was truly brazen was what she was wearing. Rather than her usual pajamas, or one of his old baggy shirts, she was wearing a sheer lace scarlet negligee. It was just barely long enough to cover her ass, not that it mattered, since the material was so thin that he could see right through it, taking in her pale round backside, completely uncovered by the glorified piece of floss that she wore as underwear. The only part of the thing he couldn't see through was the breasts, which supported Ginny's tits and brought them together to form cleavage that he wanted to dive into. And if that wasn't enough, she was wearing makeup, her pink glossed lips shining like a lighthouse, calling to him. So much of her was red and pink that she reminded Harry of a devil, which he thought was appropriate, with how sinfully tempting she was, and the look of hellish fire she was giving him through the mirror.

"Seriously?" he spat, abandoning their previous double entendres and getting to the point.

"What's wrong, love?" Ginny asked, almost convincingly.

"That piece of filth that you're wearing," answered Harry directly, gesturing up and down her form with his eyes (a few times over, for good measure). "When did you even get that?"

"Oh, this old thing?" she said casually, like she was just now noticing it. "It's just a nightgown, you don't like it?"

Harry snorted. "Yeah. Sure. If that's a 'nightgown,' then Pig is an albatross. It looks like you're wearing a handkerchief."

"Well, it's summer," she said irritably, like it was obvious and he was being unreasonable, "We've had some really warm nights, so I'm wearing something breezy."

"The whole house has temperature control charms on it," Harry pointed out.

"Well those always fluctuate a bit, and what kind of wife would I be if I made you get up in the middle of the night to adjust them?"

Harry crossed his arms and nodded. He was honestly a little impressed with her excuses. "Mm-hmm. Okay. Now, is there a reason you're wearing lip gloss to bed?"

She rolled her eyes. "This isn't lip gloss, silly," she said, pointing to her lips, covered in what was clearly lip gloss, "it's lip balm. I've been getting chapped at night recently. I usually just get a dose of a more natural moisturizer every night."

"And what's that?"

"Semen," she said matter-of-factly. Harry failed to suppress a pleased growl in his throat.

Ginny looked up at him with the noise he made, and almost laughed at her husband's hilariously defensive body language, like she was an enemy he was about to duel. She was more confident in her impending victory than ever.

"You're certainly in a mood tonight, baby," said Ginny gently, standing up, "I know you've had a long day. Why don't you just come to bed and get a good night's sleep?" She put a mocking emphasis on the word.

Ginny walked to their bed, but instead of just getting under the covers on her side, she started at the foot and crawled like a cat on her hands and knees up to the head. She flipped over onto her back and laid down over the covers, her beautiful hair splayed out all over the pillows, and her knees bent so her feet were tucked to the side. She rested one hand on the pillow above her head, and the other on her abdomen. She let out a sensual sigh and her eyes fluttered shut. She looked like a cross between a work of Renaissance art and the centerfold of a dirty magazine.

"Subtle," said Harry bluntly.

"I don't know what you mean," said Ginny sweetly, not opening her eyes.

Harry slowly walked towards the bed, and she cracked one eye open and smiled smugly at the raging tent in his boxers. She squeezed her thighs together and felt herself getting wet with anticipation for him to ravage her.

But instead of feeling his weight press on the mattress on either side of her as he finally gave in, instead she felt it stop next to her, and the covers shifted as he actually got under them.

"You're right, I'm pretty tired," Harry shrugged. "Good night, Gin." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, turned out their bedside light, and laid down with his back to her.

Ginny's jaw dropped in disbelief and she felt more angry with him than she had in a long time, and more than a little insulted. He had the audacity to not fuck her when she looked this good!? And now she was left hanging in this ridiculous getup and was expected to actually sleep in it, even though her arousal was already seeping through her barely-there knickers and the pillow was going to smear her makeup. But like hell was she going to walk back to the bathroom, rejected, and change into something more sensible.

"Good night!" huffed Ginny forcefully, and flipped so that her back faced him, and laid down with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

Harry chuckled silently. She had nothing to complain about, she was the one who escalated to the big guns. All was fair in love and war, and this was a bit of both, if she wanted to play this dirty he could oblige.

---

Ginny awoke already grumpy and frustrated, and whimpered when she remembered that she was likely going to have to face another tragically sexless morning. Eyes still closed, she flipped over and slithered closer to Harry's side of the bed (just to cuddle, of course), but frowned harder when she found it cold and empty.

With a small groan, she opened her eyes and sat up, and what she saw made her wonder if she was still dreaming.

Harry was at his pull-up bar, his hands wide apart, and doing lateral pull ups, causing the muscles in his scarred, naked back to ripple powerfully. Her eyes raked him further down below his waist, and saw that he was wearing nothing but a pair of compression shorts that showed off his firm butt like a Greek statue. Ginny's mind flashed with memories of her fingernails digging into that hard back and her legs wrapping around that arse to hold on for dear life as he fucked her into the mattress.

Her breathing quickened, and Harry paused for just a moment, betraying that he had heard her. He swung his legs upward and hooked his feet onto the bar, and let go with his hands so he was hanging upside down, facing her.

"Oh, morning Gin," he greeted her pleasantly. "Have pleasant dreams?"

"Something wrong with the fitness room at work?" asked Ginny pointedly.

Harry shrugged. "It's always a bit crowded in there, so I figured I might as well get my workout in before work instead of afterward."

He began curling his body upwards, making every one of his abs flex in a display that somewhat reminded Ginny of a peacock, but she had to admit it was doing it for her. Her poor brain was being assaulted with man before she could even properly wake up.

"I honestly don't know why I didn't start this years ago," said Harry.

Because you usually get a very different kind of workout in the morning, thought Ginny bitterly.

She threw the covers over herself and walked quickly to her dresser drawers, picked out her clothes while hoping he couldn't see, and walked quickly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

She grimaced when she saw her image in the mirror. Just as she predicted, her makeup was well-smeared from her restless sleep and her hair was matted with bedhead. She quickly got to work dressing for battle.

Now that Ginny couldn't see him, Harry had much less motivation to exercise, so instead he took a rest break underneath the pullup bar, ready to jump back on as soon as his wife rejoined him.

When he saw the doorknob turning, he quickly resumed his training, hoping to look like he hadn't noticed she had left the room.

Ginny strutted back into their bedroom dressed in a sports bra and tight yoga pants, her hair tight back in a tight ponytail, and she was carrying a matt which she placed on the floor.

"You were right, this is a good idea," she told him as she bent down and touched her palms to the floor, her nose touching her locked knees. "I can do my stretches here at home, and I don't have to waste time once I get to the training center and I can jump right into the drills."

"Uh-huh…." Harry acknowledged stupidly, not really hearing her. He was too distracted by the way Ginny's ass strained against the elastic material of her leggings to the breaking point as she bent over.

She stood back up, locking her hands together above her head and stretching herself towards the ceiling. "Ahh," she sighed pleasantly, "That's better."

She then laid down on her stomach on her mat, and arched her back until she was facing the ceiling in a cobra position, and then bent her legs so that her feet touched the back of her head. The position seemed to be designed to force a woman to push her tits out as far as humanly possible, and Harry gave a silent thanks to whoever invented it.

Ginny spent the next several minutes reminding Harry just how flexible she was. Harry had no idea how most of the positions would have any bearing on Quidditch ability, but he did know that they had used them for sex before.

When she laid on her back and bent her legs so that her ankles were crossed behind her head, Harry knew he had to get out of there. Luckily he was so sweaty from his workout he had a plausible exit.

"I better take a shower," he declared, and made his way to the bathroom.

"I'll join you," Ginny said flirtatiously, without thinking about it. Shortly after the words left her mouth, her smile vanished as she realized what she said.

Harry froze for a moment, then his face broke out in a gleeful smile. "Oh, is that what you want?" he asked for clarification. Just admit defeat, and you can get the shower sex you want, he implied.

Ginny quickly regathered herself.

"Actually…." she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin, "On second thought, it doesn't make much sense for me to get clean before a long day of training. Unless…"

She strutted up to him, and traced a sensual line down his bare chest with her fingernail.

"Unless you want me to join you?" Please just ask me to join you. You may lose but I'll suck you off under the water, she tried to say with her eyes.

Harry took a long, deep breath. "No, you go on, I'll see you tonight. Have a good practice, hun," he told her gently, and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. It actually wasn't just about the bet at this point, he knew that if they gave in now, neither one would be going into work that day. After all this time, a quickie simply wasn't an option.

Ginny sighed in disappointment, but also a little relief. This game was getting exhausting. "Okay Harry, I'll see you tonight. Love you."

He returned to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He leaned against the door in resignation and slowly slid down to the floor, unaware that she was doing the same thing on the other side.

---

Harry wouldn't have thought that it was possible, but things only got worse from there. Within days, he had gotten reprimanded at work for being so short and grouchy with his coworkers. And that speech came from Robards, which really said something. He had started wearing more layers to his Auror robes to hide his ever-present erection, since he didn't want anyone to think that the dark things they discussed in that office were getting him excited.

Ginny, meanwhile, was flying like a madwoman. She was looping such expert circles around her competition, and projecting so much rage on the pitch that there was an article published in the sport section of the Prophet speculating that she had begun taking performance enhancing potions to speed her recovery, and the league sent a representative to inspect the Harpies program. She got so desperate she found herself tempted by the joking passes at her from her sapphic teammates.

An interesting development was when the sexual energy in the house got so intense that actual, non-metaphorical sparks started flying. Harry had experience with doing accidental magic when he was angry or scared, but it hadn't occurred to him that a witch or wizard could make things happen just by being so horny. One evening, as Ginny was changing out of her training robes into casual clothes, Harry couldn't help himself from raking his eyes over her, and wherever his look focused on, that part of her clothes suddenly didn't fit her quite right. Her t-shirt exposed much more midriff than it used to, her shorts hugged her figure more and more, until soon she was wearing nothing more than a few bits of string that barely covered her privates.

Ginny looked back and forth from her new slutty outfit to her husband pointedly, cocking an eyebrow daring him to deny what had happened.

"Er….must have shrunk in the wash," he said feebly.

One morning, Harry woke up with the most uncomfortable hard-on of his life. He looked under the covers and was shocked to see his cock had been engorged to truly ridiculous (and completely unusable) size, easily bigger than his forearm. He looked to his side and saw his wife squirming in her sleep, her breathing uneven and softly moaning his name. He had to waddle out of the room, carrying the monstrosity between his legs with his hands, and make his way downstairs before he was out of range of her magic.

On the morning of Ginny's final match of the season, with the league title now within arm's reach, they gave each other a quick peck on the lips goodbye, and the sofa burst into flames.

"That was you!" they both accused at the same time, though there was no way to tell.

Now, Harry was outside of the private suite at the Harpies' home stadium where Ginny's large family always watched her games. He was willing himself to push his frustration out of his mind, since he doubted Ginny's parents and brothers would be sympathetic to his plight, not to mention the multiple children who would be in there.

Steeling himself, he walked through the door, and was instantly greeted by the customary happy greeting from the sea of red hair.

"Oh Harry dear, there you are!" Molly beamed, "It's been too long!"

"It's been six days, Molly," Harry laughed, accepting the matron's hug.

"Harry!" an energetic child with Harpies-green hair collided with Harry's leg, and he reached down to pick up his godson. "Ginny's going to win!" Teddy declared.

"You bet she is," Harry agreed. "You having fun so far?"

"Not really," said Teddy grumpily. "Vicky's being annoying."

It seemed to Harry that Victoire was minding her own business, playing with her dolls as Bill watched her and Fleur fed Dominique.

"How has she been annoying you?" asked Harry.

"I pulled her hair, but she didn't chase after me!" Teddy said indignantly.

Harry laughed and continued greeting the other members of his family.

Percy and Audrey were passing Little Molly between them, and Audrey was enjoying pushing her husband's buttons about how absurd the rules of Quidditch were from a muggle perspective.

"A hundred and fifty points is completely broken!" said Audrey, "All the goal scoring doesn't even matter!"

"Oh yeah, Seekers are really the only important players, the Chasers are just there to entertain the crowd until the chase for the Snitch starts," agreed Harry, even though he didn't believe it and would never say it in front of Ginn, even as a joke.

He said hello to George and Angelina, who were still insisting that they totally weren't a couple, even after Harry walked in on them shagging in the back room of the joke shop, and despite the fact that they spent almost all their time together and hadn't dated anyone else in two years.

Harry finally sat down in a seat next to Hermione, with Ron on her other side, and Teddy left to continue zooming around people's feet.

"About time you got here," said Ron through a mouthful of concessions, earning a disapproving look from Hermione, "Shouldn't you be the first one here? And I have the same job as you, so don't try to say you couldn't get away. Did you find some more people in the office to bite their heads off?"

Hermione looked at Harry sideways. "You know, Ginny has also been in all kinds of moods lately. Harry….are you two having….problems?"

"What?" Harry laughed, "No, we're perfect." That was the problem, their marriage was as great as ever, but they hadn't taken advantage of it recently.

But Hermione just tilted her head knowingly, with that infuriating look of hers that was a mixture of Sympathetic Friend and Stern Mother. She clearly didn't believe him.

"Harryyyy…." she said in a warning voice.

Harry threw his head back and groaned. As much as he didn't want to talk about this, he knew that if he didn't give her something the whole damn match would be a series of gentle reassurances and probing questions.

"We're not fighting, Hermione," Harry sighed, "We just haven't had sex in a month."

Ron exploded into a coughing fit as he choked on a mouthful of popcorn.

"Bloody — ack — fucking — uck — hell!" Ron sputtered when he could breathe again. "You need to learn how to lie to my wife better, Harry. I don't know whether to forbid you from saying any more or demand you tell me what you did to offend my sister."

"What makes you assume I did something!?" asked Harry indignantly.

"A married couple going a month without sex doesn't exactly support your insistance that there are no problems at home," said Hermione.

"It's not because we haven't wanted to," said Harry. "Her trainers said that it would help with her leg cramps and have better control in the air."

"Oh," said Hermione, looking surprised. "Well, I already knew that Ginny was dedicated to her career, but I didn't think she would be willing to give that up just for a competitive edge."

"Well…." said Harry nervously, avoiding her eyes, "that might not be the only reason…"

"I knew it!" said Ron with a smug smile. "Come on, what did you do to tick her off?"

"I just made a joke!" said Harry. "I said that I wasn't worried because she could never go long without sex anyway, and one thing led to another, and it turned into kind of a competition about who could go the longest without caving.

Harry's two friends just blinked at him in silence for a few seconds, before Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know, that is so typical of you two."

"I feel like it would actually be better if you were having a real row," chuckled Ron, "that would be a much less dumb reason for you to be acting like a git for weeks. We," he gestured between himself and Hermione, "would never end up going this mental"

Hermione rounded on her husband and narrowed her eyes threateningly. "Oh, because you would find me much easier to resist?"

Ron snorted. "No, because I would just instantly lose. I'm on my third helping of chips, love, and they're not even that good, you think I'd have any kind of restraint for something far more delicious?"

Hermione giggled. "Good answer," and gave him a lingering kiss.

Harry scowled. "Oh yeah, sure, feast in front of the starving man, why don't you?"

Luckily, Harry was soon distracted by the Harpies and the Bats marching onto the field to an explosion of applause. Even as just a tiny figure in the distance topped with red, Ginny still somehow looked beautiful, and in that moment he didn't care that it increased his lust because he was so in awe of her and proud of her.

And he had plenty to be proud of once the whistle blew and Ginny kicked off from the ground. She plucked the Quaffle out of the air effortlessly, zoomed to the end of the field before the Bats even knew what was happening, and threw the opening goal through the center hoop before sixty seconds were up. The entire stadium exploded with noise and every member of the Weasley family leapt to their feet and was shouting themselves hoarse.

From that moment on, Ginny flew like a woman possessed. There was no defensive formation the opposing chasers could form that she couldn't find a hole in. He was making such tight, expert turns in the air that she easily dodged every Bludger sent her way, and even led them just enough so that the opposing Beaters were hitting their own players. She was controlling her broom so precisely that one would think she didn't even need it, she could just fly on her own and the broom was just for show.

Ginny always shared with Harry what her team's latest strategies were, but the Harpies scoring game plan quickly became just "Give the Quaffle to Ginny." At about the hour mark, she had put them up by enough goals where they would win even if they lost the Snitch. But that wasn't enough, it just drove Ginny even further, trying to chase the scoring margin needed to end the season at the top.

Suddenly, the Seeker for the Bats dove from high above the rafters down towards the ground, and after a split second, the Harpies Seeker followed him. Harry's hands pulled at his hair in panic. It was too soon. Even if the Harpies closed the gap and got to the Snitch first, they would be one goal short of their needed margin.

But if Harry was aware of that, Ginny definitely was. She was speeding towards the goals at the other end of the field faster than any flyer Harry had ever seen. Rather than maneuvering around the defending Chasers, she just played chicken with them, maintaining her line like a bullet until they flinched and dove out of the way rather than be rammed.

She neared the goals as both Seekers were in a nose dive and reaching out their hands. Ginny drew the Quaffle back, aiming at the right hoop, and once the Keeper had fallen for her feint, chucked it with all her might towards the left hoop. The ball soared through and the bell rang less than a second before the Harpies Seeker closed her fingers around the Snitch.

The wave of noise hit Harry in the chest like a train, but he didn't care, his chest still felt like it was swelling to burst as he saw Ginny's radiant white smile even from where she had descended to the ground. Even after all these years, he was sometimes in disbelief over how much he loved this woman and wondered what he did to deserve her.

Harry's hands quickly went numb from clapping, which he didn't stop doing all throughout the post-game ceremonies, where the league trophy was presented to Jones and, much more importantly, according to Harry, Ginny was awarded the title of Most Valuable Player of the season, the first non-Seeker in twenty years to get it, and the youngest player to get it in fifty years.

After both teams finally left the field for the dressing rooms, the family quickly dispersed. Molly and Arthur returned to the Burrow to prepare a celebratory feast for later that night. George and Angelina left because he wanted to set up some new WWW products for the festivities, which he wouldn't go into specifics about. Little Molly and Dominique were wailing from the noise bothering them, so their parents left for home to settle them down.

Harry (with Teddy on his shoulders), Ron, and Hermione, however, made the long way down to the team entrance of the stadium, blending in with all of the press and mobs of fans, waiting for the Harpies to come out.

Cameras erupted into flashes and photos were waved, desperate for autographs, as six athletic women dressed in green greeted the crowd and started answering questions from sports journalists.

Harry frowned and craned his neck, and he wasn't the only one. His fellow Ginny Potter fans were mumbling discontentedly, wondering where the league's new MVP was.

"You think she hurt herself on that last play?" asked Ron. "No way she'd miss this moment in the spotlight unless she had a really good reason. I can't think of anything else she'd rather be doing."

Harry's breath hitched with realization. He picked up Teddy off his shoulders and set him next to Hermione.

"I'll go check on her," Harry told them, "You two take Teddy. You behave yourself, Mr. Lupin."

"Okay, we'll meet you guys back out here," said Ron.

Harry felt himself blush. "Er...actually you guys go on ahead to the Burrow, we'll meet you there."

With that, he started shoving his way through the packed crowd, and passed through the magical security wards, one of the perks of being the spouse of one of the players. As he walked past the Harpies, greeting and congratulating the ones he had become friends with through Ginny, there was a renewed surge of camera flashes and reporters clamoring for his input, but Harry ignored them even more than he usually did.

Once he walked through the double doors into the halls of the stadium, an evil grin spread across Harry's face. It was fortunate he was the only one allowed in, because if he was right, Ginny was still in the dressing rooms, and she definitely wouldn't want anyone else walking in on her.

Ron was right in saying that Ginny wouldn't miss out on greeting the fans unless she had a good reason, but was wrong in his assumption that there was nothing she would rather be doing.

Harry knew that of the many things that turned his wife on, the thing that got her going the most was winning a match. Every time the Harpies recorded a win, she would come home in need of a celebratory fuck (as opposed to when she lost, when she needed a comforting fuck). Harry knew that he had won. Ginny was in the locker room getting herself off, and if he caught her he could finally claim victory.

Harry paused outside the door and cast Homenum Revelio. He became even giddier when it told him that there was no one in the room except one woman. He looked up and down the hallway to make sure he was alone, then barged in.

He did find his wife inside, but to his disappointment, she wasn't furiously masturbating. In fact, he instantly realized that he had done exactly what she had hoped and walked into a trap.

Ginny wasn't looking at him and didn't even give a hint that she had noticed his entrance, instead she was facing sideways, showing him her profile. She was still wearing her green Quidditch robes. That damn kit that made her look so strong, confident, and sexy. Her hair was still tied back in a tight ponytail, and she was even still wearing her fingerless gloves. However, she had taken off both her boots, and she had one foot placed up on a bench. She had apparently gotten undressed a bit out of order, since while she still had her robes on, she had removed the leggings she wore underneath them, which means her raised leg was completely bare, from her dainty toes, up her freckled calf and thigh, to where her upper thigh finally disappeared behind her robes, just barely hiding from Harry the piece of heaven that resided where that leg met her hips.

Although she wasn't looking at him, there was no doubt that she was posing for him. She was running her hands up and down that exposed leg, rubbing and massaging her muscles, performing the post-match ritual that was supposed to be his job.

When Harry let out an audible whimper in his throat, Ginny smirked and turned her head to the side to finally acknowledge him, but when she saw him her eyes widened and it was her turn to moan. He had put in some overtime while Ginny prepared for the match, and had come to the stadium directly from the Ministry. Her Quidditch kit was a turn-on for him, but his Auror robes were also a turn-on for her.

After raking her eyes over his body from the ground up, Ginny finally met his eyes. They stared at each other for a second, and then the tension snapped with the force of a lightning strike.

The door slammed shut and locked on its own accord. Harry and Ginny moved on auto pilot towards each other, faster and faster, until they crashed into each other like a cresting wave. Their lips pressed together with bruising force, shortly before their mouths opened and they tied their tongues together, reveling in each other's taste. Harry pawed at every inch of her he could get to, ripping open the front of her robes, and growled with satisfaction when he found that she hadn't just removed her leggings, she was completely naked underneath her kit's outer layer.

He groped one magnificent breast and violently pinched the pointed nipple between two fingers. Ginny squealed into his mouth, but still didn't break their kiss. Instead, she responded by moving her own hand to palm the length of his throbbing erection through his trousers, reminding him that he was far too clothed for her liking. He instantly started undoing his belt and removing all the clothing from his lower body. He was clumsy, because as he was undressing himself, he still leaned forward and never stopped kissing her, he was so desperate and impatient for their bodies to be joined in some way.

Ginny couldn't be sure how long it took him to lose his pants, she just knew it was too long. As soon as that massive stick of meat that had taken over her mind was free, she grabbed onto it like a drowning woman grabbing a lifeline. Harry growled hard into her mouth, but quickly swatted her hand away, wanting no distractions or foreplay. Ginny's arousal was already seeping down her leg, but the aggressive dismissal made her even more wet.

Quickly, their kiss finally broke, as Ginny was spinning around to face her back to him, and leaning forward against the lockers, her bum presented out for him. Harry frantically lifted up her robe to reveal her firm, muscular ass, and gave it the hardest slap that his arm could muster, leaving a five-fingered red handprint on her pale skin, and causing Ginny to let out deep, delighted moan and collapse forward, her cheek pressed up against the cold metal of the locker.

Harry's hands locking onto her hips from behind like a vice grip, he placed his cock at her sopping wet entrance and, in one well-practiced motion, hilted his entire length inside of her.

Ginny screamed as she came instantly, her husband's cock passing over her neglected g-spot on its way in and releasing all of the pleasure that had built up there like a bullet from a gun. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she would have collapsed onto the floor, spasming as her orgasm wrecked her, if Harry hadn't maintained her death grip on her as he re-acquainted the tip of his cock to her deepest places.

Harry didn't really notice Ginny's orgasm and he certainly didn't care. Maybe he was being selfish, but he was incapable of giving a second thought to her pleasure at the moment. His only concern was hammering his cock into this woman's warm, welcoming pussy in search of his own release. He wasted no time building up a rhythm, his hips were already moving so fast that the loud slapping sound of his crotch colliding with her ass cheeks resembled applause. It could have been his imagination, but he could swear that she was even tighter than she had been, like her pussy had missed him so much that it didn't want to let go. He gazed down in awe at the hole he was fucking, and every time he drew out of her, her pussy lips gripped tightly around his cock.

He brought one hand up to her shoulder to give himself better leverage to fuck her even harder, but go sidetracked by the letters stitched across her upper back, spelling the name POTTER. He traced his fingers over the name, tenderly, despite how aggressive their lower bodies were moving, and he made a possessive, territorial growl deep in his throat.

Even though Ginny's brain had been turned to mush, she still recognized what he was doing and smiled contentedly. When she and Harry had gotten engaged, the Harpies front office had wanted her to keep her maiden name, since "Ginny Weasley" was a popular brand and her jersey was a best-seller, and Hermione had given her an earful about how taking the man's name was an outdated, sexist tradition and Ginny should hyphenate like she did. She had given them some spiel about how Harry was the last of his family and his name was his only connection to his parents, so it was important to him to pass it on to his children, and Ginny didn't want to have a different surname than her children.

She couldn't tell them the real reason: the fact that the idea of her Harpies kit, the realization of her lifelong dream, labelling her with his name — branding her as his — while he fucked her in it turned her on more than she could possibly describe.

Harry's grunting was getting quicker and quicker as the pleasure he was taking from her body drove him mad, and he knew he was close. Ginny was still in the aftershocks of her own climax, and the only thing she still needed was that warm feeling of him filling her, completing her.

They hadn't said a single actual word to each other since he entered the room, reduced to just animalistic grunts, incapable of speech, but Ginny turned her head, met his eyes with a look of pure sin, and gave him a single command:

"Cum in me."

"Hhhnnnnnnn!" Harry groaned as he fully skewered her one final time and stayed there, pressed against her cervix as he exploded into her, his aching balls finally emptying as he pumped rope after rope of cum into her needy cunt. Ginny's unending orgasm reached a new climax as he finally cured the empty, lonely feeling her womb had felt for a month.

Every muscle in Harry's body was tensed, his legs shaking, until relief like he had never known washed over him. He stumbled backwards, pulling her with him so that his softening cock remained inside her, and collapsed onto a bench with her in his lap.

They couldn't tell how long they sat there, leisurely caressing each other's bodies as they waited for the room to stop spinning, but eventually, Ginny stood up on shaking legs. Harry felt lonely and exposed as his manhood slid out of her warmth, but it was helped when she turned around to straddle his lap with their faces together. After a few more minutes of languid kissing, Harry was able to speak for the first time since entering the room.

"Well…" he breathed into her ear as she kissed down his jaw, "I can safely say that that was the most pyrrhic victory in history."

Ginny stopped her ministrations and sat back up to look him sharply in the eyes. "How would you know?"

Harry was still dazed and confused. "What? What do you mean, of course I—" then realization hit him and he gaped at her.

"You can't be serious!" he groaned. "Just accept that you caved, Gin."

"I will do no such thing!" she countered, poking him hard in the chest. "I'm sorry, who exactly barged in here and was all over me without saying a word?"

"You were the one who was literally all over me, you ran at me and jumped into my arms and started groping me!"

"That's just foreplay, that doesn't count! You were the one who spun me around against a wall and grabbed my ass."

"You spun yourself around and presented your ass out like a bitch in heat!" Harry laughed and started tickling her so she couldn't counter. He was pleasantly reminded of their first "argument" as a couple, when they had each tried to take credit for initiating their kiss in the common room.

Harry pinned Ginny's arms as he tickled her, but in between her squeals and giggles she actually managed to headbutt him, which caused him to drop her, more out of shock at her audacity than pain. Even though she wasn't being tickled anymore, she didn't stop laughing as she slid off his lap and fell hard on her butt.

"You certainly do fight dirty, don't you?" he asked as he offered his hand and pulled her up.

"And don't you ever forget it," she said cheekily, "Come on, to make up for these lies you're telling about winning, you can help wash me. Merlin, I can't believe I actually let you fuck me after a match but before a shower, I'm so gross right now.

Harry passionately refuted this assessment of her as Ginny grabbed her wand and led him by the hand towards the showers. They turned on one of the showerheads and let the water wash over them. Ginny used her wand to start casting cleaning charms on each of them. She had a particularly large mess between her legs to clean up.

"Dear gods, look at me, you ruined me, Potter," she laughed as she cleaned up the rivets of cum that were leaking from her sex and running down her leg, "You stuffed me like a Christmas goose, you came so much in me that—"

Ginny instantly froze.

"Something wrong?" asked Harry, stopping his own washing.

Ginny didn't say anything. She looked up at him, and all the color was drained from her face. Her wand weakly slipped from her hand and clattered onto the floor.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asked more urgently, worrying now.

Ginny swallowed hard. "Harry….we didn't…..we never….."

Harry's eyes bugged out as he realized the same thing she had. The fact that their morning routine had so consistently included Ginny waking him up with sex also meant that she performed the Contraception Charm on herself when first waking up. Since the charm lasted twenty-four hours, they didn't have to remember to do it again when they had sex later in the day.

Harry certainly hadn't thought of it before he had come into the dressing room.

And from the look on her face, Ginny hadn't either.

Harry had just cum a month's worth of his pent-up seed into his wife's unprotected, fertile womb.

The silence between them stretched longer and longer, filled by the sound of the water running.

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Harry felt like if he didn't break the silence then it would suffocate him, but at the same time it felt like he had to force every word out of his throat.

"Can you….can you do it now?" Harry asked stupidly, already knowing the answer.

Ginny shook her head. "No, the charm only works before sex, not after. That's the first thing you learn about it, all the spellbooks repeat it about fifty times."

"Are you…." Harry croaked. "I mean...is the timing—"

"I'm not sure," Ginny said quickly, starting to fidget and wring her hands nervously, "I'm not that regular, but I think I should be right on the edge of my ovulation window. If I'm not now, I should be in the next couple of days."

"...Shit," was all Harry could say.

His eyes darted around the shower, sure that the walls were starting to close in on him. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Hey…" he heard Ginny's voice from far away, and he felt her hand gently take his. "Harry, it's okay."

But it wasn't okay. If there was one thing Harry knew, it was that it wasn't okay, and he was going to do something to royally fuck this up.

Harry had wanted to have children with Ginny for years, but it was always supposed to happen at a vague, future "some day," never now. He had always assumed it would happen after he had grown up and stopped being so...himself. Right now, Harry's brain was bombarding him with reminders of all of his personal flaws and failures, all of the many reasons why he had no business raising a child.

Harry leaned with his back against the wall under the showerhead. "Shit," he said again, through gritted teeth. "Shit, shit, shit," he slid down defeatedly to sit on the floor, curling up and putting his hands on his knees.

"Hey, Hey! Don't start all that," said Ginny, joining him on the floor. She looped her arm through his and rested her cheek against his shoulder. They sat like that together, the hot water still raining down on their naked bodies.

"Look, let's not start brooding about stuff way down the road before we even get past the first step, okay?" said Ginny, squeezing his arm. "We don't know anything. We slipped up once, that doesn't mean I'll get pr-pregnant." She tried to say the word calmly, but her voice still came out shaky. "Even when people are actually trying, it can take a while to get pregnant, there's no reason to assume anything."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded.

"But even if it does happen," Ginny continued, "we'll handle it. We can handle anything."

"Correction: you can handle anything," he corrected miserably, "I, on the other hand, have no idea what being a father even means. I have no frame of reference for parenting a small child besides locking it in a cupboard or stuffing it like a pig. I'm impatient, stubborn, and frequently angry."

"Harry," Ginny smiled against his arm, "this is eerily similar to the self-deprecating speech you gave me when we took care of Teddy for the first time, and in the years since you've been absolutely brilliant with that boy."

"That's not the same thing," Harry grumbled.

"It may not be exactly the same as having your own child," Ginny admitted, shrugging, "but don't you dare think that you're nothing more than a glorified babysitter to him, that's an insult to both him and you."

She reached up to cup his jaw and turned his head to look her in the eyes. "You are the kindest, bravest, most caring man I've ever met, Harry Potter, and you are going to make a magnificent dad, whether it's nine months from now or nine years. And that better be all I hear about it," she finished authoritatively, lightly slapping his cheek. "I'll have to hex anyone who calls you a bad father, and that includes you, so stop it with the gloomy mood swings. That might be my job soon, one of us has to stay rational."

"Oh, fuck me!" Harry cried, slapping his forehead hard.

"Already have, that's sort of how this conversation started."

"No, I mean, I'm sitting here needing you to reassure me when you're the one who might be carrying another person inside you," groaned Harry, guilt washing over him. "Merlin, why do you put up with me? And we haven't even touched on how this could affect your career!"

"Well, how fast and hard you made me cum a few minutes ago should answer your first question," said Ginny playfully, nibbling at his ear.

"As for my career," she sighed, "It would complicate things a bit, but don't worry about it. The season just ended, so I've got a long break in training. I reckon I can keep playing a few months into next season before being benched, then a few months of maternity leave after the birth, so I might start playing again late in the season again next year. Perfect chance for another dramatic comeback title."

"Is it really safe to fly while pregnant?" asked Harry skeptically. He did a mental tally of all the bruises, concussions, and broken bones Bludgers gave him at school.

"Should be, until the third trimester," Ginny nodded. "I'm not the first Quidditch player to get pregnant, you know. They have this sash that you tie around your belly, and it magically redirects the force of any impacts safely around the womb. You still hurt like hell, but the baby isn't affected. It works until the baby reaches a certain size."

"Wow," said Harry, "That's impressive, I didn't know about that."

"The Harpies were actually the ones who originally developed it," said Ginny proudly. "When your whole gimmick is that you're an all-female team, you have extra incentive to mitigate the loss of players to pregnancy."

"Okay…..but then what?" Harry sighed and rubbed his face. All the problems they were facing just kept popping up one after the other. "We'll be two hopeless workaholics with a newborn baby, how are we supposed to take care of it? That's what makes this different from Teddy. Hell, this makes us different from the other parents in the family. Fleur has gone full domestic mother hen, and if Audrey ever starts working again it will just be on days when she feels like it. We both have careers that keep us out of the house until the evening."

"Well, we do have a dedicated and much-sweeter-than-he-seems house-elf," said Ginny reasonably. "I know Kreacher is old, but he's still a lifesaver. He was a huge help when Teddy was a baby, and he'll no doubt be even more caring for his Master's heir." She nudged him in the ribs.

"Oh gods, please don't phrase it that way," Harry groaned as she chuckled at him.

"And like you said, we have a couple of more domestic in-laws who could probably help us out some days, plus Andromeda. But I don't think any of that matters, because if my mum finds out we needed help with childcare for her grandchild and went to someone else before her, she might literally kill us."

"But we can't rely on other people for that," Harry grumbled.

Ginny cracked up laughing at him, which he found rather annoying at the moment.

"Sorry, love," laughed Ginny, "But when are you going to wrap your head around the idea that relying on people who love you doesn't make you a failure or a burden? That's what families do, they rely on each other, that doesn't make you a bad father. We have such a big family that if everyone just helps each other a little bit, then we're all taken care of, that's what I'm saying. Before we know it, eleven years will go by and we'll actually miss when we were needed at home all the time."

"Well, actually," he began hesitantly. He hadn't expected to have this conversation with her yet, but the day had already gone so far off the rails, he rolled with it. "I was thinking it could be a lot sooner than eleven years. Until our kids are out of the house, I mean."

She looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?

Harry shrugged. "Well...it was actually Hermione who gave me the idea. She told me she wants to have her kids go to muggle primary school before Hogwarts, like she and I did. She thinks the wizarding world would benefit from being less insular, and actually growing up interacting with muggles and actually seeing them as people might help the old supremacist ideologies die out. I think that's a tad optimistic, but it got me thinking….wizarding kids often do grow up really isolated. You've told me how lonely you were after Ron left for his first year and you were the only one left in the Burrow, and it's far worse for kids with no siblings, like Luna and Neville. I grew up really lonely, and I would never want that for my kid. But unlike me, they won't have Dudley's gang making sure the other kids stay away from them, so they might actually make friends at school."

Ginny was grinning like a smitten idiot at her husband. "You know," she teased, "for a man who keeps insisting that he's totally unprepared for this, it sure does sound like you've given this a lot of thought. It's kinda sexy."

She thought about what he said for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Well, there you go," she patted his arm, "That's a good idea, that way within a few years they'll be at school for most of the day while we're at work. We've got this in the bag."

Harry took in a deep breath and exhaled. As he had talked about his plans, his heartbeat had started to return to normal. Now that the panic was gone, however, it was replaced with embarrassment.

"Sorry for being such a nutcase," he said, feeling himself blush. "I guess this just wasn't how I pictured our family happening. Actually, come to think of it, I think I was assuming Ron and Hermione would have a baby first, and I could learn from all the mistakes he made. Don't tell him I said that."

"Well," Ginny giggled, "we've never been prone to doing things in the right order, have we? I'm honestly a little surprised you never knocked me up before we got married."

"That is what would have made your mum kill me," Harry laughed. "Just….I don't want you to think that I'm going to be like that the whole time, or that I don't very much want children with you." He smiled at her, and images of a baby with her red hair or brown eyes, and he felt a warm feeling spread through his chest.

Ginny smiled back and gave him a full, loving kiss on the lips. "Come on, my butt's getting sore," she stood up and pulled on his hand to help him stand again. He got to his feet and looked down at her adoringly. Somehow, he really did feel better. Ginny was right. He still sometimes forgot, but he wasn't the scared, lonely orphan boy anymore, he had a good life that was filled with people he cared about. He now knew how to give love and receive it, and he was already loving any child he and Ginny had without even seeing it. He looked down at his wife lovingly, and felt his heart beating faster, just as it had when he realized their situation, but now it wasn't from fear, but excitement. Them having a baby wasn't just fine, it was bloody brilliant.

Ginny, however, was looking away from him, staring into space as if deep in thought.

"What are you thinking?" asked Harry.

She blushed and shook her head bashfully. "Nothing, it's just….I feel silly. This whole conversation is probably unnecessary. Like I said, I'm not sure where I am in my cycle, and we've only done it once, there's a very good chance I'm not even pregnant."

Harry's smile faltered a bit, and felt like he deflated. "Oh...er...yeah, you're right. Good."

That was good, right? Even if he wasn't panicking anymore, now probably still wasn't the logical point in their lives to start having kids.

But images of laughing children's faces, with features a mix of Ginny's and his own, kept floating in his mind's eye….

"Now, make yourself useful and keep washing me," said Ginny, bringing Harry back from his thoughts. "And don't think I'm letting you off the hook about the bet that I just won."

Harry chuckled. "Of course not, babe."

He picked up a bar of soap left on a shelf and stood behind her to scrub her back. She let out soft, contended moans, which became louder as he worked his way downward and washed her bum. She turned around and stood in front of him, presenting her petite, perky tits, waiting with her hands by her side, and pouting up at him expectantly.

He quickly obliged her unspoken request and began gently caressing her breasts, lightly brushing his thumbs over her wet, sensitive nipples and sending a shiver through her whole body.

"Oh, yes…" Ginny breathed, "You miss these tits, baby?"

"You have no idea," he answered reverently.

"Oh, I have some idea," she cooed, and looked pointedly at his cock, which was rapidly getting hard again. "Are you finally done making me wait and are ready for round two, Potter?"

He leaned closer to her, resting his forehead against hers. "Only if you ask nicely."

She pouted her bottom lip out and batted her eyelashes. "Please?" she asked sweetly.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me, sir."

He attacked her mouth with his own, biting sharply on that exposed lip that made Ginny give a very girlish squeal into his mouth. She answered by licking along his lips to request that he part them, and when he allowed her in they swirled their tongues together in heated bliss. Harry broke their kiss and began moving down her neck and chest, until he sealed his lips around one of her pink nipples and sucked hard. He flicked his tongue over the tip and he soon had Ginny's moans echoing off the walls of the shower room. He reached his hand to cup her pussy, and was pleased to find it already soaking wet, and not from the shower.

But before he could go any further, Ginny grabbed him by the scalp and yanked his mouth off of her.

"Wait wait wait," she panted, pushing him back. She bent down and picked up her wand from where she had dropped it in panic.

"I know this is like closing the barn doors after the horses have ran out, but no point in

tempting fate twice, right?"

She pointed the tip of her wand towards her sex, and started to mutter the incantation of the Contraception Charm.

Without thinking about it, in a flash Harry pushed her backwards against the wall. He grabbed her wand hand and pinned her wrist tightly above her head.

"No," he grunted sharply.

Ginny's eyes widened in shock and arousal. "Wh-What?" she gasped.

Harry scanned his eyes up and down his wife's athletic body. Every muscle was perfectly toned and conditioned. Her strength and power contained in her petite form had always driven him mad with desire, and looking at her now, he was confident she was strong enough to go through their greatest challenge yet, with him next to her.

He pressed up against her and leaned in until their noses were almost touching. He was looking at her with more lust than he ever had, and it almost made her come on the spot.

"I want to make sure you're pregnant," he whispered.

Ginny weakly released her wand, letting it clatter to the floor again. She grabbed both sides of Harry's face and yanked him down to give him a searing kiss. With her tongue flicking into his mouth, she brought one hand down to his crotch and Harry gave a surprised yelp into her mouth as she grabbed his balls and gave them a light, possessive squeeze, and she answered with an evil chuckle from deep in her throat.

Taking that as agreement, Harry briefly broke their kiss to whisper, "Are you sure?"

"Oh you silly man," she laughed, kissing him again, "I've wanted to have your babies since before I knew how babies were made, so yes I'm sure. It's true it'll complicate things, but it's not like our lives will get any simpler any time soon, so….fuck it."

Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was smiling like a child getting Christmas gifts. "Hmm…'Fuck it.' I concur with your excellent argument, Mrs. Potter. And by 'it,' you mean…"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, I mean my pussy. You're a very clever boy."

She began kissing across his chest, savoring the taste of his skin. She journeyed lower and lower, over the ab muscles she had long since memorized, until she was on her knees in front of the manhood that was about to change her life.

Harry smirked down at her. "I don't think that's how babies are made, Gin."

"Hmmm, well if these balls are going to knock me up, I have to inspect them one more time to make sure they meet my standards." Ginny licked her lips and began worshipping his bollocks with her mouth, taking each one in her mouth and sucking. With one hand she slowly stroked up and down the length of his cock. Her other hand drifted down and began playing with her swollen sex. Thinking about what the cum factories in her mouth were about to do to her (or possibly what they had already done to her) turned her on so much she was already close again.

Harry's breathing was short and hard. He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed, his muscles tensed in effort to resist grabbing Ginny by the back of the head and fucking her mouth to completion.

She released his balls from her mouth with a smacking pop and brought her head back, giving the underside of his cock one long lick from the base to the tip. She closed her eyes and nuzzled the piece of hard flesh like a cat.

"Thank you," she whispered, "I missed you so much." Harry was about to respond, but then he smiled when he realized she was actually addressing his penis.

She placed a single, loving kiss right on his tip, causing his cock to twitch reflexively. She sealed her lips around his head and swirled her tongue around it, closing her eyes and humming as she savored the taste of his precum.

Harry was making little whimpers that Ginny found absolutely delicious. He lost control for a second and involuntarily thrust his hips slightly forward, hoping to put more of his length into her luxurious mouth.

She quickly pulled back and released him with a pop. "Ah ah ah!" she tutted at him disapprovingly, "There's only one hole your cum is going into until there's a baby in me, Potter."

Without further adieu, she went straight from her kneeling position to leaping onto his torso, wrapping her legs around his waist and latching herself onto him, and latching her mouth onto his.

Harry moaned helplessly as she sucked on his tongue and lips so hard he could swear she was part Dementor. He was so dazed that his arms just hung stunned by his sides instead of holding her, but she easily supported her own petite weight just by her vice-like grip on him.

Harry hissed through his teeth as she felt her hand reach between them and grip his cock far too tightly, but he had no time to complain before she aimed him at her entrance and sank down onto him.

"Fuuuuuucking hell!" she said in a guttural moan as she nibbled his ear. "I swear I'll never get used to how full this big cock makes me feel." She didn't move yet, just wiggled against him a bit with their pelvises pressed together, and shivered as his pubic hair tickled her clit. "You stretch me out until I'm about to burst, every time."

"Aw, can the little redhead not handle it?" Harry teased, though it didn't carry much bite since he was so breathless.

Ginny pulled back to look into his eyes, raising her eyebrows in challenge. "Oh I can handle it."

Using the leverage of her arms draped over his shoulders and her legs around his waist, she pushed herself off of him until just the head of his cock was inside her, then pulled him in close again until he filled her up. She started slow, torturously running her inner walls up and down his length.

Harry gently held her by her butt, but he was barely supporting her weight. Despite her difficult position, she was doing most of the movement, setting a steady pace not as hard and fast as their frantic mating a few minutes earlier.

"My my, Mrs. — hng — Potter," Harry teased, trying to form words in spite of the pleasure she was working into him, "your legs certainly have recovered, haven't they?"

"Hmmm let's make the most of it now, because I will not be doing it again. I can't believe all the chances I had to fuck this cock and missed out," Ginny moaned.

"Aw, poor girl," Harry cooed. He brought a hand up and gently ran a thumb across her wet cheek, then over her red, swollen lips, before letting her suck on it. "It's okay, go on and fuck yourself on my cock." While earlier their coupling had been too sudden and animalistic for them to use words, now they were being their usual talkative selves.

"You really have been desperate, haven't you?" he teased, "Don't think I've forgotten the dirty tricks you pulled, strutting around the house, dressed like a whore. You've been a very — naughty — girl."

Ginny squeaked as he accentuated each word with a hard thrust, his movements starting to meet her halfway. Their rhythm was getting faster and faster and the wet sound of their hips colliding built, as the hot water continued to fall on them.

"Hmmm, maybe being swollen with my baby will finally make you behave," Harry said thoughtfully.

Ginny smirked and chuckled, even as her breathing became intense and shallow. "I wouldn't — oh — count on it, Potter. Admit it, you like that I'm a — ah! — a slut. If I were a Good Girl you'd get bored with me. After all, if I'm not a bit of a — hmm — a brat, then how will you properly put me in my place, sir?" She gave him a pouty, innocent look that clashed with how she was driving herself down onto his cock.

"Oh, I think I've got you in your place, brat," said Harry, with a satisfied growl, "There are dozens of people outside, Gin. All waiting to see their hero, the new MVP, at her moment of triumph, but instead you're here, becoming my baby factory." He gave one cheek of her ass a hard squeeze with one hand, and the other a hard slap.

His playfully demeaning words and handling made the fire in Ginny's core roar even harder, and she fucked him harder and faster. The idea of him cumming in her had always been a turn on for her, but she had never as intensely, singularly wanted it like she did right now. But from the way Harry closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, she recognized that he was trying not to cum, and she frowned in annoyance.

"Harryyyyy," Ginny moaned pitifully. "Why are you holding back, baby? Give me all you got. I want our baby, give them to me. Please give me our baby, Harry!"

As she pleaded to him, she could feel her own climax approaching, and her movement faltered. Harry took the lead, grabbing her more tightly, and he moved them so that she was pinned between his body and the wall. He drove into her faster and faster as she held onto him for dear life, until he felt the pressure building in his cock to the breaking point.

"I'm close, love," he grunted. He brought a hand between their bodies and started aggressively rubbing her clit. "But I want you to come as I knock you up."

"Just give it to me, Harry," Ginny gasped, "I'm so close, just please come in me!"

Harry roared and pressed his whole body into her, crushing her into the wall, as he erupted a new flood of his seed into her fertile pussy. It wasn't any weaker or lesser from their first round, he still kept spasming again and again until he felt like he might die from the pleasure.

His aggressive stimulation of her clit, along with the knowledge that her sexy man was planting his seed in her — laying claim to her body in the most complete way possible — was the most erotic thing Ginny had ever experience, and she immediately followed him over the edge. She threw her head back against the hard tiles and let out a whorish scream as her pussy spasmed violently around the cock that had just impregnated her.

As her body continued to be wrecked by waves of pleasure, she grabbed him sharply by his hair and kissed him hard. Their first kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend in their old common room had been a joyful spectacle. Their first kiss as husband and wife had been scandalously passionate, causing many raised eyebrows. But this, their (possibly) first kiss as mother and father, blew them all out of the water. They felt sparks travel across their lips, and around the room pipes magically overheated and burst, filling the whole room with even more steam.

Harry and Ginny shuddered against each other again and again, slowly coming down from an orgasm for the ages, until Ginny's legs finally gave out and they fell from around his waist. He was still pinning her to the wall, though, so her toes just dangled several inches off the floor.

The absurdity of her position broke Ginny out of her post-coital bliss and erupted into full, deep laughter.

"Harry, you can put me down now," she patted his arm.

He gave a dazed nodd, and stepped back and looked down at her in awe. "Have I told you recently how bloody amazing you are?"

"Probably, but it can never hurt to make sure," said Ginny.

"You're bloody amazing," he panted. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her close, gently touching his forehead to hers. They spent a long time in comfortable silence, just contemplating the next chapter of their lives they were starting, staring into each other's eyes and sharing the occasional loving kiss.

Suddenly, Harry jerked back and slapped himself on the forehead. "Shit!"

"What now?" asked Ginny.

"Everyone's waiting for us at the Burrow," said Harry. "I was waiting outside with Ron, Hermione, and Teddy, but I told them to go ahead and we'll meet them there. So by now either your whole family is worried sick, or they definitely know what we've been doing. I'm not looking forward to the looks when we get there."

Ginny's eyes widened and she looked nervously towards the door as she too suddenly remembered that there was a world outside this shower.

"Fuuuuck," she groaned, "Gwenog's going to kill me for keeping the press waiting this long. Come on, let's get this over with."

They exited the shower and dressed quickly, only bothering to partially dry their hair, before they exited the dressing room and hurried toward the stadium entrance.

When they both walked through the door, Harry got a brief glimpse of the mob of reporters looking around looking irritated and bored. The crowd of fans waiting for Ginny had gotten smaller, but was still far more than Harry could count. The only member of the Harpies still there was Jones, who turned towards the sound of the doors opening and scowled at them.

He could only take this in for a split second, however, before the scene erupted into a renewed frenzy. The fans cheered and whistled as if the match were still going, and the reporters exploded into camera flashes and shouted questions, now that they had a shot at both of them, the tabloids' favourite "power couple."

"Ms. Potter! To what do you owe your success at such a young age?"

"Mr. Potter! Have you considered a return to Quidditch?"

Ginny just casually tossed out canned answers to them over her shoulder, as she instead moved away from them and towards her fans, greeting them with a friendly smile and thanking as many as she could individually for coming and supporting the team. As always, she gave especially close attention to the swarm of young girls who were always Ginny's most reverent fans. She knelt to speak to a girl who couldn't have been more than six. The girl had messy black hair and was nervously holding out a picture for Ginny's autograph, and as Ginny effortlessly helped the girl feel at ease and get her laughing, Harry felt so happy and excited he felt like he was floating. Ginny had stopped his panic spiral, assuring him he would be a good father, but honestly he was sure that Ginny was going to make such a good mother that their child was in good hands no matter how Harry did.

After greeting as many fans as she could, Ginny returned to Harry.

"Done already?" he asked.

She whispered into his ear, "it's a little awkward talking to fans while I'm still leaking cum." They both dissolved into snorting laughter.

On their way towards the Disapparition point, they passed Gwenog, who was still glaring at Ginny with her arms crossed.

"So nice of you to finally join us," she grunted.

"Sorry," said Ginny. "I worked up a huge sweat, I needed a shower before I came out."

"I see," said Gwenog. She looked between Ginny and Harry, noting both of their wet hair. "And did your husband also work up a sweat?"

Ginny blushed furiously and didn't say anything.

Gwenog's expression softened, just a tiny bit. "You did good."

"Wow Gwen, don't get all sappy on me," Ginny laughed. "We've gotta go, I'll see you next week."

Gwenog huffed. "What, you make MVP and you're too good to celebrate with the team? They've all gone to the Leaky for a proper piss-up."

Ginny shared a knowing smile with Harry.

"Sorry!" she called back to Gwenog. "I can't drink!"

Gwenog laughed in disbelief. "You? Sober? Since when?"

Ginny looked at Harry again, and he saw a mischievous glint in her eye. She raised her eyebrow in question, and he just shrugged.

When they arrived at the Disapparition spot, they turned around and Ginny called back to Gwenog loudly, "Since I got pregnant!"

The last thing they saw before they Disapparated was a mob of desperate reporters charging at them.

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This is the longest chapter so far by a long shot, and I liked some of the opportunities for cliffhangers, so so I originally posted this as four separate chapters. But it's all out now anyway, so I'm combining them back into one chapter for consistency's sake.

Teddy was an accident, Victoire was intentional, then Molly was an accident, then Dominique was intentional, so I thought I would make James a bit of both. That's one reason why this chapter is so long. With the accident kids, most of the plot is after the smut, describing the couple dealing with it. With the intentional kids, the plot is before the smut, detailing the couple reaching the decision. This chapter required a lot of stuff both before and after.

The long conversation discussing the logistics of raising a small child with two working parents might be boring, and you can say it's unnecessary, since Ginny canonically retires at the ripe old age of 23 to raise the kids, but...fuck that. That's not even from a piece of actual Harry Potter media, just an offhand comment JKR made, so I don't have a problem ignoring that and still calling this story canon compliant. I mean, female athletes keep playing after having kids in our world, so it's probably easier in a world with magic. That's partially why the whole exchange is there, it's me justifying having her career continue.