A/N: I'm posting this as a sort of test to see whether FFN's changes and new requirement that people opt-in to notifications means that very few people see this. It is an outtake of sorts of a story I'm writing but haven't posted yet but you don't need to know anything about that story to read this. I also wrote it as a "cheering up" drabble for Deadwoodpecker, who's home sick right now. I've promised her a longer scene on this same topic in the body of the story I'm working on, which is currently called "the Lost Horcrux." If you get a notification about this, please drop a quick note or review to say so!
Ever since Bill had given the Aurors a lecture on cursed protection spells, it seemed to Harry that they were cropping up everywhere. This one had been particularly nasty; several of Voldemort's former associates had been hiding out in a Muggle village for nearly two years now; keeping the inhabitants of one of the houses under the Imperius curse and terrorizing anyone who crossed their path or threatened their secret It had taken long hours of investigation to even locate the village but the actual ambush and capture happened surprisingly quickly - Harry was sitting outside the home getting several gashes on his leg healed less than two hours after the mission began.
He grimaced in pain as a healer poured a potion over the wounds. "I know it stings," she apologized. "But since you aren't sure what cutting spell they used it's best to be careful. This will work better than just a skin-knitting spell alone."
"Thanks," ground out Harry. "How long do I have to stay off of it?"
"Don't bear any weight for a couple of days, as much as possible," she replied. She waved her wand and conjured a crutch. "That should be enough to get around - take care when Apparating."
"What if he'd rather just stay off his feet altogether? Are there activities Potter can do, say, lying down?" Lee Jordan walked over, the cut on his face already healed.
The healer was young and didn't get the joke. "He can do anything that doesn't require bearing weight," she repeated.
Lee smirked. "Guess he'll have to be on top then."
"No climbing," she said firmly. The healer finished bandaging Harry's leg. "That should do it; you can take it off tonight when you shower, but you should probably have something to sit down on while you're in there."
"Don't say a word, Jordan," Harry said threateningly. Lee held up his hands in supplication.
"I'll just be helping transfer this lot to Azkaban," he said, nodding at four figures bound with magical ropes. He started to walk away and then turned back with a slight smirk. "Just give Ginny my love."
Harry considered going home to wait, but an overheard comment about the final score of the Harpies/Arrows game had him Apparating straight to the stadium instead. The crowd had thinned considerably but there were still a number of fans around who stopped to gape at the sight of Harry Potter, clearly fresh from some sort of battle, limping over to the media tent where the press conference had just ended. He caught Ginny's eye immediately and after one look at his state, she quickly excused herself and walked over.
"I assume the other side looks worse," she commented lightly. Her response - completely absent of any hysteria or overbearing worry - only reiterated Harry's resolve.
"I need to take you home," he said roughly. He lowered his voice. "It's . . . work related."
Ginny didn't hesitate when Harry held out his arm and a moment later they were in his bedroom.
"The healer said I need to stay off my leg." He sat down on the bed and lay against the pillows before throwing the crutch to the side. "So you're going to be on top while I debrief you." He opened his arms and Ginny climbed up to straddle his lap. "This is all classified, by the way." He thrust upwards to punctuate his words. "You can't tell a soul what I'm about to do to you."
That made Ginny's breath hitch. She ground into him. "I'll be a cooperating witness," she promised.
Harry took hold of her hips. "You certainly will." He moved her back and forth over his erection before slipping his hands under her jersey. "Start by taking this off."
Ginny was soon fully naked. "What should I do next, sir?" She bit her lip, now the perfect example of an obedient new trainee. Harry shivered. It had been too long since they'd done this.
"I won't be needing my trousers." He hated to break character, even for a moment, but as Ginny began working on his belt he knew he had to caution her. "Just be gentle, when you pull them down."
Ginny's eyes softened for a moment but then the look was gone. She gave a quick nod. "Of course, sir." She carefully shimmied Harry's trousers past the bandage and then stopped. "What about these?" Her hand played with the waistband of his pants.
"Those too." He grabbed her hand. "The best Aurors take good care of any secret entrusted to them."
Ginny nodded. "I promise." She reached for Harry and then stopped. "You'll be keeping your robes on, Mr. Potter?"
Harry heard Ginny's breath quicken and could feel the slight tremble in her limbs where they touched his. He took her hand and put it on his length. "Yeah, they stay on." He started to help her stroke. "I think I need to see what you've learned. Pretend I'm a witness; what's the next question you should ask me?"
"Whether you want a hand job, a blow job, or for me to ride you until you forget your own name," said Ginny promptly. "And then which you'd like me to be doing when you climax." Her tone was matter of fact and Harry had to close his eyes for a moment.
"Excellent, top marks," he said thickly. "And I think my answer will be that I want you to give me a blow job until I finish." He touched her cheek. "I'm not going to be able to return the favor tonight."
Ginny was already positioning herself between Harry's legs. "I know." She rested her tongue on him for a moment and then looked up with a wicked grin. "We'll save that for when you're a new Harpy."
