The first instalment. Please do review if you feel able to - I am grateful for feedback. There will be 12 more chapters to come so please do follow if you are interested.
As we know, this is JK Rowling's world and these are her characters, I am just here to play.
For argument's sake let's say everybody is somehow over the age of 18 and taking a contraceptive potion…
Enjoy!
June
Ginny padded into the kitchen early in the morning, bare feet on the cool tile floor, the sounds of cockerel calls filling her ears. She drew up the blinds and the dawn rays of summer sunlight came streaming through the windows.
As they had done every morning in the month since the Battle of Hogwarts, her eyes turned towards Mrs Weasley's clock, which had now been rehomed and was hanging over the oven, only eight hands remaining, since Fred's had seemingly dissolved into thin air after his life was extinguished. Yet again, Ginny had to swallow the lump in her throat, but noted with relief that the hands corresponding to each of the other Weasleys denoted that they were all safe and sleeping.
She took the lid off the kettle, walked over to the sink, and reached out to turn on the tap, ruminating on how there was nothing wrong with doing things like this the muggle way sometimes, when she heard the back door open, and Harry entered. He was still wearing his pyjamas but with a classic Weasley jumper over the top – emerald green, just like those famous eyes.
"Couldn't sleep?" they asked at the same time, and both smiled sympathetically at each other, knowing the answer without being told.
"What were you doing outside?" Ginny asked.
"Just looking for gnomes, I thought it might be a good way to let off some energy," Harry replied, miming the swinging actions involved in gnome-throwing.
"No luck?" she asked.
"None. I think they're still in hiding since Crookshanks was here at the weekend."
As Ginny turned and placed the kettle on the hob and lit the fire beneath it with her wand (the "muggle button", as her dad called it, had never worked, much to his dismay) she heard Harry stepping across the tiles and felt him wrap his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him, tilted her head into the crook of his shoulder, and felt his lips press against the side of her head.
She turned into his embrace, longing for human touch – specifically Harry's touch – and they held each other close, her cheek against his chest, his chin on the top of her head. After a while she tilted her face up towards his, and he leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Gently at first, with small, soft pecks, but then with increasing zeal.
As the kiss intensified, Ginny felt a flush of warmth through her whole body, from head to toe, and groaned lightly with pleasure as Harry's hands moved down to her waist, sliding over the silky fabric of her nightdress and around her curves.
Ginny pulled Harry closer to her and could feel something stirring beneath the thin fabric layers between them. Upon noticing this an idea struck her, and she pulled out the nearest dining chair, led Harry to it, and pushed him down upon it.
"Maybe I can help us burn off some energy," Ginny said, a wry smile on her face as she seated herself upon Harry, face to face, their chests pressed together, her nightdress riding up around her hips.
Ginny could feel Harry's firmness between them even more now, so planted her feet against the floor and began to move herself back and forth gently with her hips. This seemed to be well received, as she noticed Harry's breath quicken, which only gave her more confidence, and she began rotating and gyrating her hips with renewed vigour. She clasped the back of the chair with both hands, arms braced and outstretched as Harry's hands rose to her hips to encourage her along.
She kept up this motion as she leaned her forehead against Harry's and looked deep into those unforgettable eyes, before dropping her face down so their lips touched once more, and they entered into another fraught kiss.
After a minute or two of this the whistle of the kettle boiling interrupted their reverie.
"No no no, I don't want to stop," Ginny whispered in a strained voice.
Harry wrenched his wand out of his pyjama pocket, thrust his arm behind him, pointed it in the general direction of the flame, and managed to extinguish it with an aguamenti charm, getting water all over the kitchen surface in the process, before placing his hands firmly on Ginny's hips again. His wand slid to the floor and as it hit the tiles it emitted a shower of bright red sparks, which went completely unnoticed by the two lovers above who had resumed their activity.
The back-and-forth motions continued, if anything even more energetic than before, and Ginny could feel the fabric between them becoming damp.
"Harry, I am so turned on," she said in a breathless whisper.
"I can tell," he replied as he pulled the top of her nightdress to one side, placed his mouth against her erect nipple, and began to nibble.
She kept up the motion, heart pounding in her ears, and reached down between them to push her underwear to one side and pull down Harry's trousers just enough to allow his erection to emerge and rest against his abdomen, and began to grind against it directly, skin on skin.
"Ahhhhh, that feels so good, Ginny," Harry said in a strained voice, "I won't last long like this."
"Good," Ginny replied, eyes wandering again to the clock on the wall, "Mum's just woken up."
She increased the speed even further and lifted her feet so they rested on the wooden crossbars between the chair legs, further increasing the pressure and accentuating the angle between them. It was not much longer until she tensed her shoulders, threw back her head, and held her breath as ultimately her pelvic muscles shivered into the relief of orgasm.
Her upper body collapsed against Harry's, but she tried to keep up the pace between them below the waist, and it was mere moments before Harry's own pleasure unravelled all over his jumper.
"Well I certainly do feel so much better," Harry mumbled into Ginny's hair once his breath had returned to him.
"Me too," she replied, laughing gently and nuzzling into his shoulder again.
They stayed like this for a moment before they heard the distinctive creak of motion on the steps on the other side of the door. Ginny shot up from her position faster than a Dr Filibuster's Firework, bent down and thrust Harry's still-semi-erect penis unceremoniously back into his trousers, grabbed her wand from the table, pointed it at Harry's clothes and said "scourgify", ensuring that the trails of white had been removed,then dashed over to the kitchen worktop and pulled out the mugs and teabags, leaving Harry looking dazed on the chair.
The door handle turned and Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen, hair tousled and eyes still slightly bleary from sleep.
"Morning Mum, good timing, would you like a cup of tea?" Ginny asked smoothly.
"Yes please," Mrs Weasley replied rubbing her eyes, "but why is there water all over the worktop? What have you been doing Ginevra?"
"Sorry Mum, just had a clumsy moment!" Ginny replied, turning back to the mugs to hide her smile.
"Oh, morning Harry dear," Mrs Weasley said, noticing Harry sitting in the chair in front of her. "Do be careful, your wand is on the floor."
Harry briefly caught Ginny's eye as he scooped up his wand from the floor, and they shared a knowing smile, for the first time in a long time both looking forward to what the future might hold.
