Disclaimer: I hate these damn things but they must be said or else some
people may think I really do own Harry Potter. cough Morons cough
Okay then. I don't own Harry Potter. It's sad but true. Without my Danny
Radcliff I don't know what I'd do.
(Corny rhyme but it works) wink, wink
WARNING: anyone who has an aversion to fluff needs to get out and seek
psychiatric help. Plus check out the title! The title itself is the epitome
of fluff.
The Boy-Who-Lived and the Girl Who Made His Life Worthwhile
Chapter One
It was a beautiful day in Vertic Alley. Since Voldemort's defeat five years ago, things had settled down in the wizarding community. There was still the occasional Death Eater trying to start a ruckus, but their attempts were quickly cut short by top ranking aurors. Among those aurors was a young man with messy, raven colored hair and a lightening bolt shaped scar. He had been working as an auror since completing his training three years ago and was currently stationed in France. Harry pulled a letter out from his pocket, reread it once more, and sighed. It seemed his best friends Ron and Hermione had finally gotten their act together and decided to get married. He was extremely happy for them but was terrified that their little reunion would be awkward due to their lack of communication for the past eight years.
A broom that sweeps the floor clean every morning without guidance? Harry thought as he looked through the selection at Cleaning Clara's Château. He rolled his eyes at the name of the store but thought he should check it out. He spotted a Garden Degnomer and thought Mrs. Weasley would love it so he bought it along with a Magical Meal Maker. Harry knew Hermione wasn't a particularly good cook from one of the few letters he'd gotten from Ron over the years. And Ron was hopeless at anything to do with food except for eating it. He figured this would be the perfect gift; Ron wouldn't have to suffer any burnt rice or undercooked chicken, and Hermione would have more time to focus on her career as a healer. All you had to do was put all the ingredients needed into the Magical Meal Maker along with the recipe card into a slot and the meal would come out as a five star restaurant quality meal. He had both gifts wrapped and walked out of the shop, feeling slightly less nervous, and then apparated to the front yard of the Burrow.
"Harry dear! Oh I'm so happy to see you! It's been so long!" Mrs. Weasely said as she embraced Harry in her death grip hug.
Harry waited a few seconds more before he pulled away from her embrace.
"It's good to see you too Mrs.Weasley." He said and smiled at her. Molly had lost a great deal of weight since the death of her husband, Arthur, during the final battle. Now, instead of her trademark fire red hair, she had gray hair sprinkled all over. She looked happy but he could still see traces of sadness in her eyes and more wrinkles on her brow than there should have been.
"How have you been?" Harry asked in a concerned tone of voice.
"Oh I'm fine dear." Molly replied. "Now the only one left to marry off is Ginny. I just wish Arthur were here." She said as tears filled her eyes.
Harry was instantly sorry he even said anything. He always felt awkward if anyone cried around him and he didn't know what to say to Molly to comfort her.
As if sensing Harry's discomfort Molly stopped right away and gave a small laugh. "Look at me blubbering. You must want to see Ron right now. Can you imagine he didn't want to have the wedding here? But I insisted, so he relented. He wanted to have it somewhere by his flat in London." She complained as she opened the door and ushered him inside.
"You'll find that Dobby put your things in Percy's old room. I'll take those off your hands." She gestured towards the bags Harry held which had the presents. "Now go get your broom. Ron is at the Quidditch Pitch."
"Alright. Um... the one wrapped in gold wrapping is for you." He said before hurrying up the stairs to get his broom. He didn't want to face Mrs. Weasley again, just yet so he apparated from Percy's room to the pitch where he saw Ron flying around as if a Death Eater was on his tail.
He's improved. Harry thought as he saw Ron do a series of complicated twists and really difficult flips.
He stood there for a while, just watching, before Ron took a break and finally noticed him. Ron lowered his broom slowly to the ground and walked up to Harry.
"Hey mate. Long time no see." He said as a held out his hand.
"Yea... Well, their slave drivers up there in Auror Headquarters. I've been staying in Paris trying to track down Draco. I got a tip off that he's hiding out there." He said as he shook the offered hand.
"Ah. So that's why you hardly ever wrote. And when you did they were just short replies to my letters. Because you've been so busy tracking down loose Death Eaters."
Harry looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry Ron. It's just..." Harry struggled to find the right words.
Ron softened at the torment he heard in his friend's voice and decided to let him off the hook.
"Forget it. It's okay." He said as he slapped Harry on the back.
"No really I should explain-"
"I said forget it." Ron interrupted. "Let's play some Quidditch. I want to see if you're still any good. I'll toss around some apples and we'll see how many you can catch."
"Sure thing." Harry said grinning gratefully. "Then we'll see how many quaffles I can get past you, Mr. Quidditch Player of the Year."
"Heard about that did you?" Ron asked as his ears turned red.
Harry laughed. "Come on. Let's play." With that said he shot off into the air.
They easily fell back into the companionship they shared years before. Harry had caught every single apple Ron threw his way and could not get one quaffle past Ron. Ron received a great deal of teasing about 'finally getting his act together' and asking Hermione for her hand in marriage.
"I was afraid that the only time you'd get up enough courage to ask her would be on your old wrinkly death bed. But you did it. Unless... YOU are the one that did the asking right? Or was it Hermione?" Harry asked grinning.
"Shut up Harry. I was the one who asked. I did it proper too with a ring and a romantic dinner and all." He said as he slightly puffed out his chest.
"I can see the ball and chain on your leg already as well as the whip lashes on your back. You're a whipped and no longer free man."
"Ha ha ha... Very funny Harry."
"I thought so. So when is Hermione coming?"
"Tomorrow. Her parents will be staying in the twins' old room. She's sort of bummed out her other family members can't come because they don't know about magic and all."
"Where are the twins going stay?"
"Oh. They're too busy at their shop with the school year about to begin. Skiving Snackboxes are a huge seller this time of year. They won't be able to leave all week. Mum had a time of it trying to get them to close on the wedding day. She enlisted in the help of their wives. Katie and Angelina gladly resorted to blackmail. So now the twins called in a favor from Lee and a few others to watch the store for the day. I'm just afraid they'll slip some canary creams in the dessert trays or put something in the drinks. Did I mention they have a huge selection of fireworks planned? God help us."
"Hey at least you'll know your wedding will definitely be dinner conversation material for years to come. The press will have a field day. Rita Skeeter will be dying to take a picture of the Great Tornado's Keeper."
"We're going to put up anti-apparition wards as soon as all the guests show up. That's why we asked everyone to come a week early. Fred and George are going to send us an owl letting us know when they're going to arrive and we'll open up the floo network to the burrow until they come through. We're also gonna be spraying beetle repellent before the ceremony incase our dear Ms. Skeeter decides to make an appearance."
Harry laughed at that.
"So have you found anyone special? I mean, I always hear about you dating all these different gorgeous women, but is there one in particular you may want to settle down with."
"No. They all just want a rich and famous man whose arm they would look good on. I usually break things off when they start hinting at marriage. Merlin knows I never lead them into thinking I'm heading into any sort of long term relationship."
"Ouch. That's cold Harry."
"That's life and the truth."
"Well we'd better head back. Mum should be sending someone along about now to call us in for dinner."
With a wave of his hand Harry cleared away all the scattered apples and summoned his broom over. Ron's eyes bulged slightly. He'd never seen anyone besides Dumbledore use intentional wandless magic, and Harry had done it so casually.
"Should we fly or apparate back?" Harry asked, unaware of the shock he'd just given his friend.
"Apparate. My Aircharger doesn't stand a chance against your custom made Momentum." Ron grinned as he punched Harry lightly on the arm.
"Hey it was all the one broom company's idea. They're the ones that insisted they make a broom especially for me. I had not a thing to do with it. It's not as if I'd really need it anyways. I went into Auror training right away, so it's not as if I could play Quidditch."
"That didn't stop them from making a broom exclusively for you. Did you know they burned the blue prints so that it would be a one of a kind?"
"Really? I thought that was just a rumor."
"Honestly, do you see anyone else with a Momentum? My team tried to get them."
Harry cleared is throat as though to dislodge the discomfort he felt. "Well we'd better go." And with a CRACK he was gone.
Ron shook his head amusedly then followed suite.
CRACK
Harry apparated into his room at the burrow relieved to escape Ron's teasing. His fame always had and always will be a constant source of embarrassment and annoyance. All the rumors and reporters never helped a bit either.
You can face a Dark Lord and come out victorious but you can't face any emotional embarrassment or discomfort. He thought, chiding himself.
He sighed to himself and went to wash up for dinner.
He finished washing up quickly and was on his way down when he turned the corner and bumped into someone. He instinctively grabbed hold of their arms to keep whoever it was from falling, and found himself face to face with one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen in his entire life.
"Ginny?" he asked incredulously. He took his time as he openly gave her the once over. The navy robes she wore covered her up properly but not even a wheat sack would've been able to hide Ginny's now shapely form. Her hair had darkened to a deeper shade of red and was secured in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her honey-colored eyes were more knowledgeable and her lips were full and begging to be kissed.
"Looking incredible Miss Weasley." He nodded appreciatively.
"Your not looking bad yourself Mr. Potter." He held in a groan of longing as he heard her speak. Her voice had matured into a husky sound of raw sex. He had a rough time of it not kissing her as she studied him as carefully as he had studied her.
"You've definitely filled out in all the right places." She said as she ran her right pointer finger along his left muscular forearm.
He promptly released the grip he had on her arms as she sent shivers up his arm.
"Mum sent me up here to tell you dinner is ready." She told him as she turned around and walked be back down the stairs. "Nice seeing you again." She called over her shoulder.
"Nice seeing you again too, Ginny..." Harry whispered in a low voice so that she couldn't hear.
The Boy-Who-Lived and the Girl Who Made His Life Worthwhile
Chapter One
It was a beautiful day in Vertic Alley. Since Voldemort's defeat five years ago, things had settled down in the wizarding community. There was still the occasional Death Eater trying to start a ruckus, but their attempts were quickly cut short by top ranking aurors. Among those aurors was a young man with messy, raven colored hair and a lightening bolt shaped scar. He had been working as an auror since completing his training three years ago and was currently stationed in France. Harry pulled a letter out from his pocket, reread it once more, and sighed. It seemed his best friends Ron and Hermione had finally gotten their act together and decided to get married. He was extremely happy for them but was terrified that their little reunion would be awkward due to their lack of communication for the past eight years.
A broom that sweeps the floor clean every morning without guidance? Harry thought as he looked through the selection at Cleaning Clara's Château. He rolled his eyes at the name of the store but thought he should check it out. He spotted a Garden Degnomer and thought Mrs. Weasley would love it so he bought it along with a Magical Meal Maker. Harry knew Hermione wasn't a particularly good cook from one of the few letters he'd gotten from Ron over the years. And Ron was hopeless at anything to do with food except for eating it. He figured this would be the perfect gift; Ron wouldn't have to suffer any burnt rice or undercooked chicken, and Hermione would have more time to focus on her career as a healer. All you had to do was put all the ingredients needed into the Magical Meal Maker along with the recipe card into a slot and the meal would come out as a five star restaurant quality meal. He had both gifts wrapped and walked out of the shop, feeling slightly less nervous, and then apparated to the front yard of the Burrow.
"Harry dear! Oh I'm so happy to see you! It's been so long!" Mrs. Weasely said as she embraced Harry in her death grip hug.
Harry waited a few seconds more before he pulled away from her embrace.
"It's good to see you too Mrs.Weasley." He said and smiled at her. Molly had lost a great deal of weight since the death of her husband, Arthur, during the final battle. Now, instead of her trademark fire red hair, she had gray hair sprinkled all over. She looked happy but he could still see traces of sadness in her eyes and more wrinkles on her brow than there should have been.
"How have you been?" Harry asked in a concerned tone of voice.
"Oh I'm fine dear." Molly replied. "Now the only one left to marry off is Ginny. I just wish Arthur were here." She said as tears filled her eyes.
Harry was instantly sorry he even said anything. He always felt awkward if anyone cried around him and he didn't know what to say to Molly to comfort her.
As if sensing Harry's discomfort Molly stopped right away and gave a small laugh. "Look at me blubbering. You must want to see Ron right now. Can you imagine he didn't want to have the wedding here? But I insisted, so he relented. He wanted to have it somewhere by his flat in London." She complained as she opened the door and ushered him inside.
"You'll find that Dobby put your things in Percy's old room. I'll take those off your hands." She gestured towards the bags Harry held which had the presents. "Now go get your broom. Ron is at the Quidditch Pitch."
"Alright. Um... the one wrapped in gold wrapping is for you." He said before hurrying up the stairs to get his broom. He didn't want to face Mrs. Weasley again, just yet so he apparated from Percy's room to the pitch where he saw Ron flying around as if a Death Eater was on his tail.
He's improved. Harry thought as he saw Ron do a series of complicated twists and really difficult flips.
He stood there for a while, just watching, before Ron took a break and finally noticed him. Ron lowered his broom slowly to the ground and walked up to Harry.
"Hey mate. Long time no see." He said as a held out his hand.
"Yea... Well, their slave drivers up there in Auror Headquarters. I've been staying in Paris trying to track down Draco. I got a tip off that he's hiding out there." He said as he shook the offered hand.
"Ah. So that's why you hardly ever wrote. And when you did they were just short replies to my letters. Because you've been so busy tracking down loose Death Eaters."
Harry looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry Ron. It's just..." Harry struggled to find the right words.
Ron softened at the torment he heard in his friend's voice and decided to let him off the hook.
"Forget it. It's okay." He said as he slapped Harry on the back.
"No really I should explain-"
"I said forget it." Ron interrupted. "Let's play some Quidditch. I want to see if you're still any good. I'll toss around some apples and we'll see how many you can catch."
"Sure thing." Harry said grinning gratefully. "Then we'll see how many quaffles I can get past you, Mr. Quidditch Player of the Year."
"Heard about that did you?" Ron asked as his ears turned red.
Harry laughed. "Come on. Let's play." With that said he shot off into the air.
They easily fell back into the companionship they shared years before. Harry had caught every single apple Ron threw his way and could not get one quaffle past Ron. Ron received a great deal of teasing about 'finally getting his act together' and asking Hermione for her hand in marriage.
"I was afraid that the only time you'd get up enough courage to ask her would be on your old wrinkly death bed. But you did it. Unless... YOU are the one that did the asking right? Or was it Hermione?" Harry asked grinning.
"Shut up Harry. I was the one who asked. I did it proper too with a ring and a romantic dinner and all." He said as he slightly puffed out his chest.
"I can see the ball and chain on your leg already as well as the whip lashes on your back. You're a whipped and no longer free man."
"Ha ha ha... Very funny Harry."
"I thought so. So when is Hermione coming?"
"Tomorrow. Her parents will be staying in the twins' old room. She's sort of bummed out her other family members can't come because they don't know about magic and all."
"Where are the twins going stay?"
"Oh. They're too busy at their shop with the school year about to begin. Skiving Snackboxes are a huge seller this time of year. They won't be able to leave all week. Mum had a time of it trying to get them to close on the wedding day. She enlisted in the help of their wives. Katie and Angelina gladly resorted to blackmail. So now the twins called in a favor from Lee and a few others to watch the store for the day. I'm just afraid they'll slip some canary creams in the dessert trays or put something in the drinks. Did I mention they have a huge selection of fireworks planned? God help us."
"Hey at least you'll know your wedding will definitely be dinner conversation material for years to come. The press will have a field day. Rita Skeeter will be dying to take a picture of the Great Tornado's Keeper."
"We're going to put up anti-apparition wards as soon as all the guests show up. That's why we asked everyone to come a week early. Fred and George are going to send us an owl letting us know when they're going to arrive and we'll open up the floo network to the burrow until they come through. We're also gonna be spraying beetle repellent before the ceremony incase our dear Ms. Skeeter decides to make an appearance."
Harry laughed at that.
"So have you found anyone special? I mean, I always hear about you dating all these different gorgeous women, but is there one in particular you may want to settle down with."
"No. They all just want a rich and famous man whose arm they would look good on. I usually break things off when they start hinting at marriage. Merlin knows I never lead them into thinking I'm heading into any sort of long term relationship."
"Ouch. That's cold Harry."
"That's life and the truth."
"Well we'd better head back. Mum should be sending someone along about now to call us in for dinner."
With a wave of his hand Harry cleared away all the scattered apples and summoned his broom over. Ron's eyes bulged slightly. He'd never seen anyone besides Dumbledore use intentional wandless magic, and Harry had done it so casually.
"Should we fly or apparate back?" Harry asked, unaware of the shock he'd just given his friend.
"Apparate. My Aircharger doesn't stand a chance against your custom made Momentum." Ron grinned as he punched Harry lightly on the arm.
"Hey it was all the one broom company's idea. They're the ones that insisted they make a broom especially for me. I had not a thing to do with it. It's not as if I'd really need it anyways. I went into Auror training right away, so it's not as if I could play Quidditch."
"That didn't stop them from making a broom exclusively for you. Did you know they burned the blue prints so that it would be a one of a kind?"
"Really? I thought that was just a rumor."
"Honestly, do you see anyone else with a Momentum? My team tried to get them."
Harry cleared is throat as though to dislodge the discomfort he felt. "Well we'd better go." And with a CRACK he was gone.
Ron shook his head amusedly then followed suite.
CRACK
Harry apparated into his room at the burrow relieved to escape Ron's teasing. His fame always had and always will be a constant source of embarrassment and annoyance. All the rumors and reporters never helped a bit either.
You can face a Dark Lord and come out victorious but you can't face any emotional embarrassment or discomfort. He thought, chiding himself.
He sighed to himself and went to wash up for dinner.
He finished washing up quickly and was on his way down when he turned the corner and bumped into someone. He instinctively grabbed hold of their arms to keep whoever it was from falling, and found himself face to face with one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen in his entire life.
"Ginny?" he asked incredulously. He took his time as he openly gave her the once over. The navy robes she wore covered her up properly but not even a wheat sack would've been able to hide Ginny's now shapely form. Her hair had darkened to a deeper shade of red and was secured in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her honey-colored eyes were more knowledgeable and her lips were full and begging to be kissed.
"Looking incredible Miss Weasley." He nodded appreciatively.
"Your not looking bad yourself Mr. Potter." He held in a groan of longing as he heard her speak. Her voice had matured into a husky sound of raw sex. He had a rough time of it not kissing her as she studied him as carefully as he had studied her.
"You've definitely filled out in all the right places." She said as she ran her right pointer finger along his left muscular forearm.
He promptly released the grip he had on her arms as she sent shivers up his arm.
"Mum sent me up here to tell you dinner is ready." She told him as she turned around and walked be back down the stairs. "Nice seeing you again." She called over her shoulder.
"Nice seeing you again too, Ginny..." Harry whispered in a low voice so that she couldn't hear.