Bedazzled

This story will be a version of Bedazzled where Harry makes a deal with the devil. There will be seven wishes and I won't spoil anything else. The thing I will say is that there will be much more sex in this story then there was in the movie. Elizabeth Hurley will still be playing the devil of course.

To be completely honest I just rewatched the movie and with her English accent and me working on Harry Potter smut fics I decided to just combine the two. Also Ginny won't be a good person in this fic so if you are a Ginny fan this isn't for you. I'm not even going to use the sexy Ginny I use for my other stories.

Cast

The Devil: Elizabeth Hurley

Hermione: Emma Watson

Ginny: Bonnie Wright from the movie {that should tell you something.}

Madam Rosmerta: Hannah Waddingham

Start

It was winter of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, a very harsh and cold winter. So far it has been a miserable year. Harry was spending all of his time trying to prove Draco was a death eater. It was even consuming his nights as he was devising ways to expose him. That in addition to his secret lessons with Dumbledore. Those were usually mental exercises and not the magical kinds which is what he needed more than anything. He needed to learn how to duel not to feel pity for a younger Voldemort. The man was a psychopathic murderer not an orphan who had a hard road. Harry had a bad childhood as well but he didn't go around killing people he didn't like. If he did, Malfoy would already be dead.

All that with a little quidditch thrown in and he was being pulled in different directions. Everyone was pulling him towards them from Hermione who wanted to study or just hang out with him because Ron was dating Lavender. To Ginny playing games with him by flashing him a little leg by raising her skirt a little when she knew he was looking. To his quidditch team who required his guidance to lead them to victory. It just never ended for Harry. Even his friends weren't the respite he needed.

Harry felt his dark cloud over his head get darker when thinking about Dumbledore. The secret lessons with Dumbledore were a joke. They were just him walking through his old memories. It was like Dumbledore was trying to show Voldemort might have been a rotten soul even as a child. Maybe even trying to convince him to possibly pity the snake fucker. Harry already knew Voldemort was rotten inside and out. Since Harry grew up with his cousin he knew it was probably that way since birth. Some people were just born bad.

Harry had a hard childhood eerily similar to Voldemort's own childhood. Harry at least thought he was a decent person. Even with all the abuse he suffered he couldn't have turned into that kind of monster. He had a genuine need to help people in need, to protect everyone he couldn't hurt people for no reason. Sadly his protective streak wasn't enough most of the time. He couldn't save his godfather when it counted. 'Oh Sirius I miss you so much.'

Now Voldemort has a thing called horcruxes to be on the lookout for. 'Fucking horcruxes.' Dumbledore didn't even know how many Voldemort made. It was infuriating and that was a main reason he was looking forward to Hogsmeade weekend. Hermione kept telling him he needed to relax which is what he was going to do. He was wound much too tight like Hermione pointed out. Always ready to snap at any moment. At least part of that was because Ginny was teasing him. She was messing with his heart with longing touches on his arm or her flirty smiles in the common room or in the Great Hall. It was all just too much.

He knew she wanted him to make a move but he just had a lot on his mind. He didn't want to mess it up. He wanted it to be perfect, so he wanted to wait a little while longer. Harry already had a plan he was going to ask her on Valentine's Day. In fact during Hogsmeade he planned to buy some sweets to help his case for her to say yes. Girls liked sweets, in fact most boys who asked girls out on Valentine's always used sweets or flowers.

Then there was Hermione and Ron who were still a little frosty towards one another which was why he wasn't enjoying the carriage ride to Hogsmeade. The two stubborn mules just sat in silence or kept trying to talk to each other and interrupting each other. Then there would be another round of silence with Harry caught in the middle. Harry just hoped when they arrived at The Three Broomsticks they would all loosen up after a few butterbeer or so.

When the carriage finally arrived in town they disembarked and swiftly shuffled into the warm bar. Wind hit them full force and reddened their cheeks as they shivered. Walking into the bar the fireplace warmed air wrapped around them as they walked in from the biting cold. "You two find us a seat and I will get us some drinks." Harry said, loosening his scarf.

Hermione just nodded while Ron patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks, mate." Ron liked it when Harry picked up the drinks because that meant he paid.

Harry turned to the bar seeing Madam Rosmerta was slaving away trying to get all the orders filled. It was clear these were her busiest days of the year. Her hands were grabbing mugs, filling them from the taps before sliding them across the bar or putting them on a tray. Harry knew not to take her out of her rhythm so he just put up three fingers. In response he received a nod from her before she poured his drinks. Harry pulled out a single galleon that would pay for those three drinks including a few more.

Madam Rosmerta took the gold coin sliding over the three mugs of butterbeer. "Good day Harry." Madam Rosmerta always had a soft spot for the kind boy. He never referred to her as a wench, drink lady or waitress. She was treated with respect from the messy haired boy. When she looked in his eyes he never thought less of her like some of these other purebloods.

Harry gave her a small smile, "Keep the change." He saw Madam Rosmerta smile before going back to work. He didn't know if that was the first time she smiled today but it made him feel good. Sadly she was currently being shouted at for more drinks at the end of the bar by a group of rowdy Slytherin's.

Harry carefully walked the three mugs back to his friends at their own table. Ron swiped up his drink as soon as it was placed in front of him. While Hermione took a sip with a smile. Harry sat down next to Ron taking a drink of his own butterbeer. "What did I miss?"

Ron scowled, "My sister is over there flirting with some boy." Ron being the protective big brother he was, watched the two like a hawk. He was even ready to go over there if it got out of hand or at least what he thought was out of hand.

Hermione chastised Ron, "His name is Cormac McLaggen and he is from our house so don't act like you don't know his name." Hermione thought it was childish to behave this way, but she was an only child. She didn't know what it was like to have or be an overprotective sibling. Ron clearly had strong feelings about Ginny spreading her womanly wings.

Ron still scowled but was gulping down his mug of sweet amber liquid while muttering angry things to himself. Hermione rolled her eyes from Ron's childish attitude. "Come off it Ron. Would you want her to act this weird if she saw you snogging someone?" Hermione hoped that wouldn't be the case if this was reversed.

Ron blushed and muttered some more. Harry on the other hand watched as Ginny was holding the hand of Cormac McLaggen. She even gave him a small smile before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. It was like a dagger to his heart to see that. He knew he was being dramatic because they weren't a couple…yet. "I need a refill." Harry said after he quickly chugged the rest of his butterbeer which was more of a headache than he expected. He gulped it down like he expected it to dull the pain he was feeling. Sadly the alcohol content was so low he would need considerably more to dull the pain of heartbreak.

Walking back to the bar Harry just sat on a stool turning away from the corner where Ginny was snogging some other boy. "Dear God, I would do anything to change places with him." Harry said quietly under his breath to no one. No sooner were the words out of his mouth there was a sudden crash across the room. A mounted antler trophy on the wall fell to the ground with a loud thundering crash. Everyone in the bar looked towards the sound with some even close to pulling their wands. Harry already had his in his hand ready to strike if the need arose.

When he saw it was just an ornament that fell off the wall he turned back to the bar. Harry was about to order a refill when he noticed there was a different woman behind the bar. "Re...uhhh." Harry was dumbstruck by the beautiful woman in front of him. She was in her thirties with brunette hair and an angelic face. Looking down she was wearing a somewhat revealing red dress. He couldn't understand where she came from or why she would wear that to work in the winter no less. Her breasts even looked like they were one jump from popping out.

"Eyes up here mister." She said with the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Her voice made him clear his throat as he looked up with a blush. "Sorry where is Madam Rosmerta?" That was who he expected to see behind the bar, not this sexy vixen. Looking around Madam Rosmerta was nowhere to be seen. He honestly felt more comfortable with the older witch because there was less of a chance of him messing up his words. Right now his brain was screaming out a lot of things, most of them not being helpful. All of his words were being formed below the belt and not with his head.

The woman in red just smiled and took his mug to the tap to refill it. "I'm an old friend who pops in from time to time." Sliding the drink into his hands she added, "So tell me what has you all doom and gloom?" She could already tell it was about a girl because that's what it was always about. It was a story as old as time. When there were women there were men making a fool of themselves trying to impress them.

Harry didn't know why he decided to just spill everything but he needed to talk to someone. While that someone would usually be Ron, this was about his sister. No way could he talk about dating his friend's sister right to his face. Harry had just seen how protective Ron became with another boy holding her hand. "See that girl in the corner?" The woman looked to where he was pointing and nodded. "Well I like her and she is here with that wanker." Harry didn't know why he was taking it out on Cormac but he was a little bit of a wanker.

The woman in red made a sound between understanding and curiosity. "So why don't you go over and tell her that. Go over there and sweep her off her feet. Women love that romantic novel shit." Her class words hopefully would light a fire under him.

The harsh language caught him off guard, "No, no, no I could never do that. I would make an arse out of myself. You see, she is my friend's sister. I wouldn't even know what to say. I have never asked anyone out before. Well there was my date for the Yule Ball but I messed that up as well." Harry didn't want to upset Ron and his friend was barely holding it together as is. Harry kept looking at Ginny with a longing in his heart.

The woman in red dragged a finger down Harry's face with her long manicured nail turning his head back to her. "Harry, why-?"

That snapped Harry out of it, "How do you know my name?" He had never met this woman before, yet she was talking to him like they were old friends. He pulled away from her seductive touch on his face.

The woman in red let out a laugh that could only be described as mocking. "Did I get you mixed up with the other boy with a lightning bolt scar and glasses. You are famous, it's not a shock if people know you before you know them." It was a clever save early in this game of cat and mouse.

Harry felt her put her hands on his like Ginny did with Cormac in the corner. Harry gulped and couldn't help but look at her hands which were also near her breasts. Both still looked amazing barely being held together by the flimsy red dress she was wearing. In fact the harder he looked he saw that her nipples were poking out. He was caught ogling her earlier so he quickly averted his eyes. "What's your name?" Harry was able to ask after a few seconds trying to get his mouth to work.

The woman in red gave him another sexy smile, "Promise not to tell anyone?" Her tone was as sexy as it was teasing. She loved this game, the game she has played countless times. She then watched the boy lean in out of interest.

Harry thought that was an odd request but nodded, "Suuure." He stretched out the word because she was starting to freak him out a little bit. He had never met someone like her before. She was as beautiful as she was mysterious. But then again something was telling him to run while this other part would follow her anywhere. It was a confusing feeling he couldn't explain.

"Cross your heart and hope to die." With that she traced a finger over his rapidly beating heart. Once again Harry choked out. "Okay" This was the most anticipation he ever had in his life to learn someone's name. Which was a shock given he was very interested to learn Voldemort's name when learning his parents were murdered.

The woman in red leaned over the bar and put her mouth right next to his ear whispering, "I'm The Devil." She then pulled away to see his reaction. One of her biggest pleasures was seeing mortals react to that piece of news. It was either two options: one the person wouldn't believe her and just think she was a little crazy or two they would freak out. There was technically a third which was to pass out but that was usually reserved for women.

Harry's face was one from confusion. Growing up muggle he was raised around Christianity so he heard there was a Devil and God. Then magic came into his life and he thought they were just a load of fairy tales muggles believed in. Still since he grew up around it he still took god's name in vain from time to time but that was the extent of it. But he didn't really think this smoking hot woman could be The Devil. "That's great. I have to go find my friends, so if you will excuse me." Harry just felt the need to flee.

The woman in red smiled, "The same friends who use you as a buffer to stop them from acting on their feelings. Face it you are a third wheel. All alone with no one of your own. Everyone else is paired up and you are all by yourself." She was hammering the point home and it was clearly working seeing as the boy was nearly in tears.

Harry felt her words hit him like punches because she was right. Unable to take anymore of her words Harry quickly scurried towards the bathroom locking the door behind him. Looking at himself in the mirror even to himself he looked a little crazy. Turning on the water he pooled some water in his hands and splashed his face after taking off his glasses of course.

The water helped Harry clear his head and to just chalk that interaction up as his mind playing tricks on him. "That's it Harry you are having a bad dream." After putting his glasses back on and looking in the mirror behind him was the so-called Devil but this time she was in a skintight red leather jumpsuit. "Fucking hell!" Harry jumped and backed up against the sink. He was now trapped and there was nowhere else to go. Cornered like an animal his heart was pounding.

The Devil just flashed a devilish smile, "This is going to go a lot easier if you just believe me so we can move on." This was her least favorite part of the experience. It was the part she had to put on a show to convince the simple men and women who came to her for deals.

Harry was holding onto the sink almost ready to pull his wand. "You really are The Devil huh?" Harry had nothing for this situation now he was just stalling until he could find a way out of here. He didn't even hear the door open knowing he locked the door behind him. She did have something more than just magic.

The Devil stood there smiling, enjoying the little show he was giving her. "Let me just ask you one question and then I will leave." Harry gave her a nod to continue. "How would you like to make one simple decision that'll change your life forever?"

"I don't think any decision made in a boy's restroom would change my life." Harry didn't see what this hypothetical thing could change in his fucked up life. Also this was the supposed Devil offering him this deal.

"You would be surprised, just listen. What if I told you I have cataclysmic power to give you anything and everything you've always dreamed of?" She was laying it on thick but she didn't think she would have to work this hard on a teenager. They usually were halfway through their wishes by now. Teenagers were usually driven by their hormones but Harry was a little rare with his skepticism. Still there was no doubt his hormones were going to come into play at some point.

Harry did like the sound of that offer but then remembered who it came from. "If you are The Devil, what do you want? I know it isn't out of the goodness of your heart. That is if The Devil even has a heart." Harry learned enough over the years that people did things for themselves first and foremost.

The Devil smiled and stalked closer to her prey, "Aren't you the clever one. You are right and the only thing I want is your soul." Just as she finished talking, the room spun transporting from the bathroom in The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to some office with a fireplace and a glass desk.

Harry felt dizzy seeing he was now in a completely different place than he was before. This didn't feel like any of the regular magical ways of travel. Then there was the fact Harry felt like they weren't even in the UK anymore. He didn't know how he knew but it just felt that way almost like he traveled to a new dimension. "What in the bloody hell is this?" Harry quickly sat in a chair across from the Devil so the room would stop spinning. He felt more dizzy than anytime in his life previously.

The Devil walked around her desk lighting a cigarette out of thin air, happy she could finally smoke again. The wizarding world was a real downer with the lack of "muggle" cigarettes. "My office. I don't care to talk to you in a filthy boy's bathroom. I'm not a hooker you know. Now let's take a teensy little look at the contract." As soon as she said the word the thick book-like contract fell onto Harry's lap nearly crushing his bollocks. The contract was less of a contract and more like Hogwarts: A History. 'Shite look at this thing.' Harry thought.

Harry groaned, feeling this giant stack of paper hitting him in the lap. Pulling it off his crushed balls he quickly scanned the first page. "I, Harry Potter hereby known as the damned...the damned." The last part was saying frustration toward The Devil. This was already a terrible sign as for what was going to come.

The Devil found this boy's skepticism and general frustrated demeanour very cute. It was a change compared to all the other poor souls she ropes into this "scam". Most men were very simple and easy to lead around by their nose, especially when she was in such an attractive package. "Don't get hung up on the language, darling. There is nothing sinister going on here; it's all standard boilerplate." The Devil stood up and walked around the desk to take the contract from Harry and set it on the glass desk, getting it out of his hands for the next part of the plan. She certainly wasn't going to let him spend the next ten hours reading the whole bloody thing.

The Devil then walked around the room as she explained the more important parts of the deal. All while taking sexy drags of her cigarette. "I, The Devil, a nonprofit corporation with offices in purgatory, hell, Los Angeles and your hometown the gloomy UK. Will give you seven wishes to do as you see fit." She thought that was a good enough bargain for anyone. With seven wishes you can shape your reality into anything you desire.

Harry tried to flip through more of the contract in front of him, none of it he could understand. If anything he would wish for Hermione to be here to read this contract so he could understand it. "Seven? Why not eight?" Harry asked. If he was getting seven nearly free wishes why was it limited to just seven. Why not a nice round number like eight or ten. For some reason the odd number made him nervous, although there seemed to be enough room to make a mistake.

"Why not six? I don't know, seven just sounds better. Paragraph two outlines the manner in which you'll pay for the wishes." The Devil's mouth was watering waiting for what could happen next. Seeing his eyes scan the page with a furrowed brow did get her in a giddy mood. Even though he was a little younger than most would be comfortable with, she was The Devil after all. Age wasn't a big issue and she had a feeling they might get even closer by the time this experience was over.

Harry read the second page which was a challenge as the print kept getting smaller, "Again with the soul thing. What is with people and their bloody souls? Why is this invisible thing no one can see so bloody important?" He had heard the word soul more than he ever wanted this year. If it wasn't Dumbledore talking about souls and the difference between pure and dark souls. It was the Devil talking about taking his soul. It was all becoming more than a little annoying. To the point he was ready to just walk out of here not wanting to complicate his life anymore.

The Devil wasn't expecting him to get that frustrated by the answer. "That is after you have your wishes of course. Once in your wishes you can live in them for as long as you want. The only limit is age. Besides, if you want to leave for any small reason like the wish isn't going the way you wanted them you can swish your wand and return here." She said that part with a knowing smile. People rarely knew what they wanted, always finding a way to cock it up sooner or later.

Harry was rubbing his head like crazy not knowing how he ended up here. Running through the events so far he had one butterbeer, went to the bar for a refill then met this lady who turned out to be The Devil. And now he is suddenly in an office that appeared out of nowhere with the actual bloody Devil. "I don't think this is a good idea." Harry said as he pushed the contract on the glass table away from him before standing up to leave. Even though he didn't know where he was or how to get back to Hogwarts. "I thank you for wanting to help me but I think I want to go back to the bar now." Harry added knowing she was his only way back home.

The Devil acted like she was listening but behind Harry she had a fantasy of his about to play. "Of course wait what's that? Oh it's Ginny." She watched as Harry quickly turned around to see the fantasy projected on the wall. This was the final Hail Mary so to speak, The Devil had in her back pocket. Harry Potter was much more strong willed than she imagined and she couldn't wait to break it down.

Harry turned to see Ginny running towards him as if she was real. Ginny had her hair long and flowing as she ran on a beach in a bikini. He easily felt the blood in his body traveling south. While Ginny wasn't as stacked in the breasts department as Lavender he still found her attractive. Then there was the lower part of her bikini where he could see the fabric riding up giving him a clear view of her slit. Harry's mouth went dry about to tell the Devil again to take him back but stopped cold. Just as he found his voice an older, better looking version of himself grabbed Ginny by the waist. Older Harry then kissed Ginny on the lips as if he was devouring her whole. 'Ginny is so beautiful.'

The Devil walked behind Harry and could easily see her plan was working. It also helped in the fantasy that she boosted Ginny's assets. Sadly the girl was a little flat in that department. Ginny went from a flat as a board A-cup to a B-cup. Both which weren't that common with men usually picking girls with bigger chests. If anything she thought Harry could do better. "It can all be real. All you have to do is sign." She whispered seductively in his ear. Tempting him just like she did Eve in the Garden of Eden all those years ago.

Harry was now tempted to sign more than ever. "Will you promise this can be real?" Harry would do anything to make this fantasy a reality. He wanted Ginny to be his. He wanted it more than anything in the world. Now this seemed like the easiest way to make it happen. What he was doing in his normal life wasn't working, leaving him alone watching her snog some bloke in a bar.

"It could be. All you have to do is sign." The Devil smiled knowing she now had him wrapped fully around her finger. The men were significantly easier than the women to manipulate to sign the contract. While there weren't many women who fell for this trap the ones who did were the same kind of lonely as Harry. Harry truly had no one with no parents, no family of any kind and was abused as a child. He was afraid of being alone which let her manipulate him like a puppet on a string.

Harry still wanted to refuse but the longer he saw an image of him and Ginny kissing his resolve was crumbling. His older, more attractive self looked so happy. The two of them really looked like Harry's own parents in their wedding photos. "And you promise I'll get her?" Harry reiterated he needed to know this was his future before he signed.

"That's really up to you. You're the one with the wishes. But I promise to do everything in my power to help you." The Devil waited a beat for him to tilt his head as he made his decision. This was the final push. "Sign it, Harry." Her words were slow and seductive, easily tapping into the part of him that wanted to please people.

Just before Harry made his final decision the fantasy changed. Ginny now stopped kissing fake Harry so she could call him. "Harry, I'm waiting. Please Harry, I'm waiting." Turning away and looking back to the Hogwarts: A History sized contract with a fountain pen on top Harry walked towards it. Gripping the heaviest pen he had ever felt in his hand he signed his name on the first page.

The Devil watched each curve of his penmanship until the final letter was on the page. As soon as he finished the final "r" of his last name she congratulated him. "Great. Now before we get started you need to know one thing. If for any reason your wish isn't going the way you hoped, you need to swirl your wand in the air and say 'six' three times in a row. It will bring you right back to me." This is why she loved dealing with wizards because they had their own magic making this part a whole lot easier.

Harry was confused, "Why wouldn't it go the way I hoped?" Now Harry felt like he made an enormous mistake. Why was there a chance for these wishes to go wrong? Shouldn't they be perfect from start to finish?

The Devil nearly skipped to her morgue file cabinet to place his contract next to some of her other clients. 'There we go let's put him in the p's next to Elvis Presley.' The Devil quickly rushed back to the conversation with Harry after filing away the contract. "I was just throwing that out as a 'for instance'. Every wish is going to be one hundred percent fabulous. But you will find that out as soon as you make one."

Harry was confused because he had to get back to Hogsmeade as soon as possible. "So I should make one now?" Harry was kind of hoping for more time to think of his perfect wish. He wanted to get it right the first time so she had no need to take his soul.

The Devil stepped closer to Harry now inside his personal space. "Well if you don't mind. I have places to go, people to condemn to an eternity of fiery torment." Now that he had signed the contract she could scare him a little. That small flicker of fear in his eyes was the thing that honestly made her a little wet.

Harry kept forgetting this was the actual Devil and not just a supremely attractive woman. Who was now wearing a business suit he hadn't noticed her change into. Now she looked like a lawyer which made sense considering he just signed a legally binding contract. Harry wanted to wait until later to make the wish but it seemed that wasn't an option. 'Oh I wish Hermione was here.' Harry snapped himself out of it, "Let me see. Um...I want to be married to Ginny."

The Devil smiled and could almost predict what he was about to say before he said it. "You got it." So far this was an easy first wish.

Harry smiled and nearly giggled like a schoolgirl almost not believing his luck. "That's not all I want to be rich. Like really rich." What was the point of living poor like he always had? He wanted the best in life for a change. He wanted to live in a giant house with every comfort to make him forget about the first eleven years living under the stairs.

The Devil flicked Harry on the head, "You are already rich dummy. Your father came from a very well off family. So you will have plenty of money for one wife, even a few more if you want to go really crazy. I can help with that by the way." She hoped he might get a little more crazy down the line. After all she was a big voyeur and liked to watch. She lost count of the amount of times she intruded on her victims sex lives. She also had already peeked into Harry's life so she knew he was packing quite a cock on him. He would be fun to watch given his wishes for that far.

Harry quickly added, "And powerful." Harry wanted to stop being weak. He wanted people to respect him and treat him like an adult. While he hated Mr. Malfoy Harry respected that that snake seemed to be living life to its fullest. He had a sexy wife, lots of gold and the power over the Ministry. Having all of those things would be a dream come true. 'Wow that's weird. Who would have thought I would actually envy a Malfoy.'

The Devil gave him another sexy smile letting him know he was making the right choices. So far he was the same walking cliche as everyone else who has ever signed that contract. "Even better. Remember you have to say, 'I wish'." This was going better than she ever imagined.

Harry was struck by the simplicity. "Right. I wish I were married to Ginny, as rich as I am now and more powerful." He didn't see this as a wish that could be messed up. It was clear and as long as he had Ginny he was happy.

"Sounds good to me." The Devil leaned in and teased him one last final time. 'Oh look at all that adorable hope in his face. He is like a big dumb dog.' With her red lipstick covered lips she purred, "Enjoy." As the last word came out of her mouth Harry's whole world went dark.

Wish 1

Harry awoke with a gasp like he just came out of a bad dream. Opening his eyes he had to quickly wince as the sun shone in his eyes. Putting his hand over his eyes he groaned as he slowly came to his senses. From what he could tell he was in a very comfy bed in a big white room. "Ugh what happened?" He said to no one. His head was throbbing as he tried to remember going to sleep. Last thing he remembered was an office and a woman in red. 'Ugh did I get drunk?'

"Harry, shut up I'm trying to sleep." A familiar but irritated voice groaned out from a few feet away. In such a large bed it was easy to not have noticed the other person.

Harry's eyes snapped open wide at the familiar voice in bed with him. Taking his hand off his eyes he saw Ginny in bed with him in nothing but lacy knickers. "Ginny?" Harry couldn't believe this was real. Looking over he saw her peach shaped bum being hugged by the most beautiful knickers he had ever seen. 'Oh now I remember.' Harry now realized it wasn't a dream.

Ginny rolled her eyes at her husband not recognizing her. Flipping around in bed she had an angry look as she turned around to glare at her husband. "You are drinking too much if you can't remember where you fall asleep. Then top it all off you wake me up when you are the one who has to be up early." Her voice was laced with frustration and not an ounce of sexyness.

Harry was shocked and just gawked at Ginny's body. He was nearly too shocked to speak but he couldn't keep his eyes off her little mounds of flesh on her chest. Her lacy knickers were see through and he could see her tiny pink nipples poking through. Acting on instinct he leaned in to kiss her only for her to turn and look away. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. He didn't understand why a living wife would turn him away like this.

Ginny scoffed, "You have to be at work in a half an hour, there isn't a point in starting anything." Ginny crossed her arms as she sat up in bed. She hated being awoken early in the morning by her husband who worked ridiculous hours.

Harry didn't know what he did but he didn't care. "I can call in sick. You are my wife, we should take some time for ourselves." He didn't know why Ginny was so turned off. They were married, weren't married people supposed to be all over each other.

Ginny rolled her eyes and again acted like she smelled spoiled milk. "You are the Minister you can't call in sick. Just go take a shower and get dressed. Then leave like you always do." Ginny then turned her head as if she was done looking at him.

Harry didn't know why Ginny would be acting this way. Reaching for her hand he tried to comfort her only for her to pull away. "What about you? What are you going to do today?" Harry tried to talk to her hoping he could fix whatever this was. 'Why is she so cold? I thought she liked me.'

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Now you want to talk about me. Our anniversary was last week and you missed our dinner to meet with the Minister from Germany." Ginny was mad about other things but just looking for a reason to leave without shagging her husband. She didn't think he deserved her.

Harry didn't know what was going on or why she clearly resented him. Looking down he saw he had a wedding ring. "I love you Ginny. How about you come by at lunch and we can do something together." He was hoping to do something to make her feel better. It seemed as if he wasn't the best husband at the moment. His last self must be a workaholic who didn't put family first.

Ginny slid out of the bed and slipped into a silk robe. "Go get in the shower, get dressed then go to work." She said with finality before leaving his opulent master bedroom. Ginny wasn't playing games, not even wanting to join him.

Harry hadn't noticed it before but the room looked very lavish. There was high priced art on the walls in addition to the expensive looking furniture. It was clear he was very well off. Looking down he saw he also had a raging erection and it was clear he wasn't going to have sex. Which was a big thing he was looking forward to. "I wanted to be married, instead I got into a fight with my not so loving wife. Just great." This wasn't the picture of marriage he imagined. He thought he could shag his wife like crazy and she would enjoy every minute of it. That was what he was sold when he looked at the Weasley's who had more than enough children to prove they shagged a lot. 'Ew don't think about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley like that again.'

Walking into the attached bathroom he saw the shower was open so he stripped down after he set the water temperature to a comfortable level. Under the hot water he noticed his erection still wasn't going down. All he could think of was Ginny in her knickers. The way her tits looked in those lacy knickers not to mention her tight bum. "Fuck. I guess I have to take care of it myself. If I wanted to do this I could have stayed at Hogwarts." With that he gripped his considerable cock and stroked it long and hard.

After a ten minute shower where he wanked himself calm and collected. He then went to his closet to find a dress robe to wear. If he was Minister that meant he had to dress sharp. Looking at himself in the mirror he was glad he didn't have to wear some stupid hat like Fudge. 'Fucking wanker.' Harry was still a little upset about the past year with Fudge slandering him in the papers. Not to mention he sent his pet undersecretary to torture him with a fucking blood quill. 'Cunt.' That was a thought he couldn't help but have when he thought of the pink monstrosity.

Going downstairs he took a look around his mansion, very happy with what he saw. It was actually the highlight so far. He had a lot of money and from what The Devil told him, he was loaded in his normal life as well. He never thought of his parents as rich but it was clear that was the case. 'No idea why they were hiding out in a cottage and not their own private island.'

Walking to the kitchen there was a single cup of tea waiting for him. It was clear Ginny left it for him. Picking up the warm cup made him sad she didn't want to send him off to work with a kiss or hug. Bringing the tea cup up to his lips he took a few sips to get a little boost of energy before heading to the Ministry.

Floo'ing into the atrium he was immediately surrounded by assistants and reporters bombarding him with questions. Thankfully his assistants quickly ushered him to his office. Once in the safety of his office he took a breath. All before he was pushed into his seat. From there he received a few pieces of paper pushed in front of him to sign. Harry didn't know what he was signing but he just did it. 'I'm the Minister and I don't know how to do the job. This is like my first day.'

After one of his assistants gave him his schedule he saw he had meetings all day until five o'clock. Besides his lunch break that he would probably spend alone since Ginny refused to come. 'I just had to say, powerful. Once again Harry you got yourself in a predicament like always. When I said powerful I meant with a wand not with a bloody quill?' He wanted Dumbledore and Voldemort power not Fudge power.

The first meeting was a blur and for Harry it was just being talked at. He was unable to understand a word they were saying. The Unspeakables had many experiments going on and all of them were over his head. From time travel, to human animal hybrids and finally figuring out why the veil existed. When they finally left Harry breathed a sigh of relief. 'Fuck what were they even talking about. Why would those things matter in the large scheme of things? Time travel might be useful but all that other stuff was rubbish. Why is being the Minister so difficult? I doubt if it was this hard Fudge could do it. Am I worse than Fudge?'

Getting out of his chair he headed to his bookshelf looking for something to help him. He hoped for a diary or something else that could explain this timeline. What he did find was "The Fall of Voldemort" which detailed how Harry beat Voldemort in the final battle of Hogwarts. It sadly didn't mention anything he could use to help him if he went back to his time.

Harry was so lost in the book he didn't hear the door open or the person sitting down in front of his desk. He only heard the person clear their throat. Harry jumped looking around to see an older Neville Longbottom sitting in front of his desk. "Oh Neville, I'm so glad to see you." Harry rushed to hug his friend. So far besides Ginny he hadn't seen any of his friends in this new world.

Neville didn't know what got into Harry. "You okay mate?" Usually Minister Potter was much more professional than this. He was acting like they were children seeing each other for the first time back at King's Cross after a long summer. Neville just saw Harry yesterday from his last report.

Harry was just too overwhelmed. Just a couple hours ago he was in school being a not so normal student. Now he was the Minister, married to Ginny which was a dream come true. A dream that seemed to not be everything he ever wanted. In fact it was quite frankly a nightmare so far. "I don't know. Things are tense at home, I don't know. Anyway, tell me why you are here." Harry tried to change the subject not wanting to arouse suspicion that he was an imposter.

Neville handed over a folder with a smile, "The DMLE has gotten the okay from the German Ministry to go after the Malfoy's on their soil. That's where the little rat ran to after the final battle. Would have gotten away with it too if he wasn't the obnoxious loudmouth we know and hate." Neville was excited to put the war behind him. The Malfoy's were the last of the death eaters left. Everyone else had been rounded up and put in Azkaban with a lot of them being killed.

Harry just fell back into his chair. Harry somehow felt really relieved that Malfoy would be rounded up and put in prison. It just made sense after all the shit he had pulled over the years along with his obvious bigotry. "Good, good. Can you tell me the timeline of what happened to me during the final battle to the present day?" Harry read a few things but wanted to hear things from a friend.

Neville leaned back in the creaking leather chair. Neville planned to give the abridged version since he tended to get emotional during the long retelling. "Well during the final battle the Malfoy's fled. You beat Voldemort in the courtyard with an Expelliarmus of all things. People still wonder how that worked out. From there we had an extra year at Hogwarts, pain in the arse that was. Then you married Ginny right out of school. Big Wedding the whole world showed up for. You, me and Ron joined the Aurors right after the wedding. You quickly rose through the ranks until you became Minister in a landslide victory two years ago." Neville let the silence hang in the air. "Like that?"

Harry nodded, "Sorry Neville I'm just working so hard I almost forgot how I got here." Harry tried to laugh it off as a temporary state of forgetfulness from an overworked man. Looking at the clock Harry noticed it was lunch. "Why don't you get out of here and go to lunch." Harry hoped to tempt Neville out of the office.

Neville nodded and took his leave from the office thinking Harry was acting a little strangely. If he didn't know better he might assume Harry was dealing with something more serious to be forgetting chunks of his life. Harry usually had a mind like a trap not forgetting anything much to his detriment. Neville had seen him after long nights after no sleep due to the nightmares from the war. He should know since he had the same ones.

Harry waited for Neville to leave and gave it a few minutes. All before leaving after him so he could sneak home for lunch. He needed to talk to Ginny immediately to work through their marital issues. Harry couldn't believe his marriage was this rocky after all of his other accomplishments. He tried his best at everything else to become Minister for Merlin's sake. Why would he let his marriage fall apart to the woman he loved.

After a quick walk to the atrium dodging reporters Harry floo'd home. Walking into his living room he was about to call for Ginny when he saw two half empty wine glasses on the coffee table. 'Ginny had a friend over? Why is she drinking this early?" It struck Harry as odd his wife would be drinking wine at noon. That was usually the sign of an alcoholic so maybe that's why she was so cold. She had a drinking problem and maybe he confronted her about it.

Walking into the foyer he saw a trail of clothes leading upstairs. "That's not a good sign." Harry quietly said to no one. Now he knew something was wrong. Not saying another word or making another loud noise Harry walked up the steps. All the while he heard faint noises coming from upstairs. His heart was pounding in his chest and ears with every step he took.

In the master bedroom Ginny was having an affair with Cormac McLaggen. She didn't know if it was all part of the same affair or if every time they shagged it was a separate affair. If that was the case then they had close to a thousand or so affairs. She was currently riding him hard and fast as she did almost everyday when her husband left for work. He was too busy being Minister to notice that she was sleeping with someone else. He wouldn't even notice her limp when she let Cormac really give it to her arse. She hated sleeping with Harry even though he did have a slightly better cock. However he just didn't have the passion Cormac had. Cormac was able to shag her hard enough to forget all about Harry.

Cormac could shag her like no one else and that's what Ginny needed. She needed him to treat her body as a piece of meat. That's what she wanted. She didn't want to be a treasured piece of art to never be touched. No, she wanted to be a toy meant to be played with by an enthusiastic boy.

What started out as one mistake a few months into her marriage turned into an affair that was so full of passion they couldn't go a couple days without seeing each other. Cormac had even begged her to leave her husband. But to be honest she liked living in this mansion along with the vault full of gold that came with it. Cormac wasn't well off working an average job so she was getting the best of both worlds. Harry was also so busy at work he would never notice. He was a clueless idiot that way.

Harry was in the hallway walking to the master bedroom when he heard a moan from a woman. He didn't need to be a seer to know Ginny was having sex with someone who wasn't her husband. Seeing as that husband was him and he wasn't in there with her. Harry felt a fury inside of him compared to only the fury he felt for Voldemort. Ginny was supposed to be his wife and here she was cheating on him with some other bloke. 'Why would she do this to me? I have loved her since Hogwarts. I sold my soul for her.'

Ginny and Cormac were unaware they had a guest until the bedroom door was kicked open. They both turned to see Harry Potter standing there holding his wand. Both of their eyes widened to the sizes of saucers knowing they were caught. Cormac let out a simple, "Oh bollocks." He was currently six inches deep in the Minister's wife. The same Minister who also happened to be responsible for killing the most powerful dark lord in history.

Ginny quickly pulled away from Cormac to get off his cock. As he slipped from her very wet depths she felt a little frustration from being interrupted. "This isn't what it looks like. Harry, don't get mad." Ginny hadn't seen Harry that angry in the last couple years but he was still the wizard who took down Voldemort. He was still dangerous when he wanted to be. In fact when there was an attempt on his life Harry took the assailant down himself, cleaving the man in two. Ginny was hoping there was a way she could get out of this unscathed.

Harry was breathing heavily, "Why are you cheating on me with that wanker?" Harry did not know how else to put it. Cormac had always been a pompous wanker. Even in school he walked around with his chest puffed out like he was something special. He had a good looking face but that was about it. He was mediocre at everything else, yet he always acted that everyone else was below him. Harry didn't like to think himself better than others but he knew he was better than Cormac in every way.

Ginny sighed, finally finding a shred of courage to finally tell him what she thought of him. "Because I love him. I never loved you. My mum pushed for us to be together. My whole life I was meant to marry the famous Harry Potter. Then you saved my life and I couldn't help but a little crush on you. It was a stupid crush that should have died sooner. You treat me like a piece of glass because I'm Ron's sister. You never treated me as a real woman. Sorry Harry but a girl likes to get thrown down and fucked every once in a while. You know why I'm with Cormac, it's because he treats me like a real woman not a child." Ginny was screaming by the end of her explanation.

Harry stood there shocked, completely shocked. He never imagined it was possible to have a broken marriage to someone so rotten. What was wrong with treating a woman with class and dignity. Should have just treated her like a whore because that's clearly what she is. He was beyond angry while feeling sad at the same time. Without thinking he flicked his wand to hit Cormac in the face with a bludgeoning hex. "Ah that felt good." Harry said aloud. It gave him the same satisfaction as when he hit Malfoy with a spell. Harry had wanted to do that since this morning when he saw them cozying up in the bar in Hogsmeade. The bastard prick deserved it, in fact he deserved more but Harry didn't want to kill him.

Ginny screamed at Harry as she grabbed Cormac by the face to try and heal his clearly shattered nose. She also put herself in between the two choosing who she cared about more. As she turned to dote over her lover she missed Harry swirling his wand in the air and saying, "Six, six, six!"

Harry just wanted to get out of this screwed up world where he was in a disaster of a marriage. He married his dream girl then she stomped on his heart. This was the worst outcome any wish could possibly go. As he said those magical three words Harry's world turned black again before being transported back to the real world.

End

Tell me what you think. I have an idea for the seven wishes and there will be way more smut coming up in the next chapter and beyond. Unlike the movie Harry won't be trying to get with Ginny the entire story. He will have a range of different girls. This was just getting Ginny out of the way.

Next Harry will be learning all about sex and have a new wish.

Also sorry if the next update might be a little slow but I'm having major problems with my body. My head isn't as sharp as it should be when writing and I don't know if that's because of the pills I'm taking or I have vitamin deficiencies of some kind. I'm still trying to put out content but this stuff has been written for weeks but have had trouble rereading and making sure the edit is perfect with a foggy mind.

Please review and let me know if you like this new idea.