Harry and Ginny Potter stood on Platform 9 ¾ watching the shiny red Hogwarts Express train pull away from the station. It was the first time all three of the children would be attending Hogwarts. It would be the last time that the Potters would be sending a first-year student to Hogwarts on September 1. For her part, Ginny was both relieved and devastated. It would be a relief to have all of the kids out of the house, but they were still her babies and tears streamed down her face as she stood on the platform next to her husband.
"I can't believe they're all old enough to be gone. The house will be so quiet," she sighed as she leaned her head on Harry's shoulder.
"I know. I miss them too." He gently kissed her temple and whispered in her ear, "But you know, the house will be empty now. We haven't had this kind of opportunity in years."
She lifted her head and saw the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Mmmm. Is that so?" She murmured before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Maybe we should get home to take advantage of this…opportunity?" A naughty smirk spread across her face.
Before she had time to realize what had happened, Harry had guided her out of King's Cross Station and Apparated them home. They were barely inside the front door when Harry turned and attacked Ginny with his mouth, pushing her up against the door. He started with her neck, nibbling his way up to her ear. He ran his tongue around the outside shell of her ear before pulling her earlobe between his teeth. She could feel his breath on her neck, in her ear.
"Oh, Harry," she moaned under the assault of his mouth. Ginny's hands roamed over his sides and back until she slid a hand under his shirt and stroked his skin. One of Harry's hands cupped her bum to pull her flush against him while the other hand moved up to her breast.
"Let's move over to the couch," he panted.
"Uh-huh," she gasped in agreement.
Harry moved both his hands to support her bum as she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her aching centre against his hardness and her breasts against his chest. Even through their clothing, her nipples were stiff and she relished the sensations. They both groaned at the contact. He manoeuvred them clumsily around the furniture and over to the couch, nearly tripping over his own feet and the coffee table, but he managed to keep his grip on his wife before they collapsed together on the couch.
Ginny nearly had the wind knocked out her with Harry's weight on top of her, but he adjusted his position and kissed her. It was a frantic kiss with his tongue darting in and out of her warm mouth. The kiss held all of his desire for her. She buried her fingers in his hair to pull him in closer and hold his mouth to hers. All the while, she knew this wasn't enough for her and wiggled her hips against him trying to elicit just the right pressure to soothe the aching she felt between her thighs. As badly as she wanted him, she was having a difficult time moving her entire left side because of the back of the couch. Harry also seemed to be a bit uncomfortable with his leg dangling off the front side of the couch, trying to balance himself so as not to squash her.
"Harry, let's get more comfortable," she suggested, pushing him slightly off of her. She made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt while he removed her trousers. The remainder of their clothing was quickly discarded and Ginny led Harry over to the coffee table and laid him down on it. He looked at her expectantly for a moment before she straddled him. She was already quite wet and eager for their lovemaking. But at the same time, she wanted to enjoy this moment with just the two of them in the house. They didn't need to rush. They had all the time in the world.
From her position above him, she rubbed her wetness against his cock.
"Uhhhh, Ginny. What are you doing to me?" he moaned and caressed her outer thighs and bum while she took her time teasing him.
"Oh, don't worry, baby. Just be patient," she whispered in reply. She didn't allow him to fully penetrate her. Using her hands on his chest for leverage, she slowly brushed her clitoris against the head of his shaft, spreading her wetness between them. She felt a tingling warmth overtake her body, not an orgasm but a very pleasurable sensation.
"Come on, Gin. You're killing me," he rasped out, closing his eyes and tilting his head back on the table. He gripped her thighs more tightly trying to push her down fully onto his erection.
Ginny just smiled wickedly revelling in the power she had over him at this moment and resisting his efforts impale her with his penis. "Why in such a rush, love? There's no one to interrupt us now."
"Why? Why you ask? Because I want you so fucking bad. I just want to pound into you and feel you around my cock. Please," he begged.
"Since you asked so nicely," she giggled and sank down onto his rigid cock unhurriedly controlling the speed with her legs. They both moaned at the feeling when he was finally buried inside of her. Ginny savoured the feeling of fullness inside of her while grinding herself down onto Harry. Her initial pace was leisurely, but Harry was impatient. He kept trying to speed up her rhythm which she steadfastly resisted. Once he accepted that she was not going to be rushed, he laid back to enjoy the ride. His hand moved up to her full, pale breasts, caressing her mounds before lightly pinching her pink nipples. He moved one of his hands to stroke her clit. "Oh god, yes. Yes, Harry. Right there! Don't stop!" She screamed. Ginny wasn't accustomed to hearing herself yell so loud during their lovemaking, but they also did not typically have sex in the living room where the kids could walk in and find them.
Ginny's rolled her hips harder and faster as she rode him and felt the pressure build. She noticed the squeaking noise of the table, but it seemed stable enough so she just pushed harder. Harry swirled his fingers on her mound at a quicker pace. Soon she had reached her peak and was calling out his name, "Harrryyyy! Fuck yes! Ahhhhh!"
Harry clutched her hips and helped to accelerate the speed of her movements. Within a few moments, he was shouting out his own release as he emptied himself inside of her. She slumped forward on top of him and indulged in the feeling of their bare chests touching, listening to his heartbeat slow down. She sighed contentedly and turned her head to look into his eyes. "I love you," she said simply.
He leaned up and gave her a peck on the lips. "I love you, too. Can you believe that this is our life now? Hot, sweaty sex anywhere in the house?" He waggled his eyebrows waiting for her reaction.
She just laughed and wiggled herself against him where he was still inside her. "Mmmm. Maybe I could get used to this."
"But now, I think you need to get up because as brilliant as that was, this table is not very comfortable."
"Really? I thought we might go for round two." She sat up on top of him, still intimately joined together and gave him a devious grin as she writhed against him. She felt him harden again inside of her.
He pushed himself into a half-sitting position and grabbed her bum to keep them joined. He kissed her thoroughly. "I may be ready for round two, but I need a different position. There are so many options now that we have the house to ourselves. No need to limit it to this tiny table for next time."
"That sounds like a challenge, Potter. Where could we go? Hmmm. What about—" Ginny broke off her sentence as they heard the Floo flare. They both whipped their heads in the direction of the Floo to see Ron and Hermione stepping out. She looked back at Harry. They stared at each other with identical looks of panic, but both were unsure of what to do. Harry tried to hold Ginny closer to him to keep her bare breasts covered.
"Hello," Ron called out in greeting before realizing the situation. "Ugh, you two. Seriously!?" Ron didn't know which direction to look so his eyes darted around the room attempting to avoid seeing his sister and his best friend in this position.
Hermione patted his arm and stared straight ahead not looking at the Potters. "Ummm, you didn't say goodbye when you left King's Cross. We were worried about you. And we had this gift for Ginny's birthday that we've been meaning to give you." Hermione held out her hand and revealed a little sculpture.
Harry and Ginny glanced at each other. "Oh. Thank you, Hermione. And Ron." Ginny tried to get a clearer view of the sculpture, but couldn't make out much. She glanced around the room wondering what to do. "What is it?" She blurted out.
"It's a sculpture of a crown. It's meant to be lucky for the owner."
"Looks like they've already gotten lucky if you asked me," Ron mumbled under his breath.
Ginny rolled her eyes. Annoyed with Ron's hypocrisy given how many times he and Hermione had been less-than-discreet. Although, this situation was more embarrassing given that Harry was still inside of her. Well, not really anymore since he had gotten soft and slipped out, but he had been when they Flooed in. Now that she had gotten over the initial shock and knowing that Ron and Hermione would most likely be the most embarrassed of anyone in the room, Ginny moved to get up. Harry held her next to him, "What are you doing?" He hissed. "Don't leave me naked here."
"Don't worry. I'll get them out of here. And it'll be fun." She patted him on the shoulder and walked over to the couple. Ron kept his eyes glued to a spot over Ginny's head. Hermione looked down at her feet. Ginny took the crown sculpture out of Hermione's hand and examined it. It was quite a lovely little sculpture, shaped like a crown and carved out of white marble with little green and red semi-precious gemstones adorning it. "Oh, it's even lovelier than I could see before. Look, Harry, these green stones match your eyes." Harry just grunted his response from his spot on the table where he was trying to keep his bits covered. "Thank you so much for this, I know just the spot for it our room. It will bring us…luck. Maybe I should call it the orgasm crown." Ginny was trying to hold in her laughter.
After that comment, both Hermione and Ron looked directly at Ginny's face for the first time since they arrived. They had matching shocked expressions on their faces. "Did you want to stay for dinner?" She asked through her sniggers.
This seemed to trigger action from the Weasley couple. "I'm glad you like it. We'll talk to you…later. Harry, I'll see you at work tomorrow?" Hermione asked. Without waiting for a reply, she led Ron to the Floo.
After they had left, Ginny turned to Harry and they both dissolved into uncontrollable laughter.
Once they had calmed down a bit. Harry asked, "The Orgasm Crown?" He gestured to her sculpture.
"Yeah, I plan on getting quite a bit of luck from this little beauty. But maybe we need to try it out in each room of the house to see which one is the luckiest. Would you like to help me test it out?" She turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Hell yes!" He followed his wife to see what they could get up to with the Orgasm Crown and an empty house at their disposal.
Author's Note: So those who know the origin of this know. Hahahaha. This was not what I expected to write today, but since today is the day that Lily Luna would go to Hogwarts as a first year, it somehow seems appropriate. But, as you can see, the fic is really about what the parents want to do when the kids are out of the house.