When Harry Potter found himself standing in nothing but his boxer briefs and waiting to go on stage to be sold in a charity date night auction, he couldn't help but wonder how he ended up there.
"Brio"
Harry Potter was late. He dashed through Apricity Lane, his head down and the collar of his jacket popped up. He spotted The Lost Mug just a little ways away and Harry cringed. Drunken laughter rang from the building and people stumbled outside onto the cobblestone sidewalk. Sucking in a breath, he sidestepped the couple sticking their tongues down each other's throats and the two men rough housing, to step into the bar.
His eyes scanned the poorly lit room and spotted his girlfriend immediately in the back of the bar. Three tall pub tables had been pushed together and the Holyhead Harpies and a bunch of other male Quidditch players either stood or sat around the tables. Ginny flicked her ponytail behind her shoulder and nodded wide-eyed at something Gwenog Jones said. Ginny laughed, and her head rolled back before she started to write on a piece of parchment.
Harry made his way through the throng of people, excusing himself and saying pardon me when he brushed shoulders with a few patrons. The empty seat next to Ginny seemed so appealing. He wanted nothing more than to collapse down into it, get a few appetizers in him, then take Ginny home to their bed. Work had been exhausting and Andromeda had Teddy for the night, so they were free for nothing but fun. Harry couldn't wait for the actual fun to begin, because a bar on a Friday night was certainly not his idea of fun.
"Harry!" Gwenog shouted in greeting.
The Quidditch players, or mostly Quidditch players, all greeted him with waves and hellos. He smiled politely as he nodded in their direction before turning to the only Quidditch player he actually wanted to talk to. Ginny grinned up at him, her eyes slightly glassy, and her smile bigger than ever. He chuckled as he took a seat, her hand immediately brushing up his thigh.
"You're late," she commented in a mock stern voice that she couldn't quite accomplish in her inebriated state.
"My meeting went late," Harry explained as he leaned in to peck her on the lips.
Ginny obviously had other plans because she snaked a hand around the back of his neck and crashed his lips against hers. She tasted sweet like her strawberry lip gloss but he could also taste the definite hint of vodka and citrus on her tongue. When Ginny's tongue became involved, he pulled back abruptly, his neck flushing as he remembered where exactly they were.
Ginny pouted. "I wasn't done."
He hoped his gaze told her he definitely didn't want to stop, but he also knew if he let her keep going, he would be lost to everything but her. "Hmm, yes, but later, all right?"
Ginny nodded, her hand trailing up his thigh and her fingers grazing him through his trousers. He squirmed, wondering if she would protest if he just scooped her up in his arms and ran out of the bar so he could Apparate them home where he could toss her onto their bed and press his tongue to her.
"Guess what Ginny did?" Gwenog's voice ripped him out of his daydream.
Harry snapped his attention up, shifting in his chair. "What?"
"I signed up to be sold," Ginny said matter-of-factly, a hint of mischief sparkling in her brown eyes. "Will you pay an exorbitant amount of money to buy me?"
Harry's brows furrowed. "I'm not following."
"The Harpies always hold a charity date auction to raise money for different charities every year," Gwenog explained casually, her nails drumming on the wood table. "This year, we chose to raise money for a new long-term ward for children suffering with diseases that need inpatient treatment."
Harry cleared his throat. "What exactly does being sold entail?"
"Well, I parade around on stage in very little clothing and people bid for a date with me," Ginny said, cupping him through his trousers. "Are you going to win me, Mr. Potter?"
"Nobody is taking you on a date except for me," Harry said as he reached out to pull her chair closer to his causing her to squeal.
"You know, Harry, we don't just auction off dates with Harpies," Gwenog said with a smirk. "You would bring in quite a bit of money to the cause."
"No," Harry replied, not even having to think about it.
"I told you he wouldn't go for that, Gwen," Ginny said, sticking out her tongue.
Ginny turned so that her back was to Harry. She leaned back against his chest, and Harry was fairly certain his body was the only thing keeping her in her chair. He wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her steady, his chin resting on her shoulder. Ginny reached out for her drink that was nearly gone and finished the liquid in one gulp.
"Why? Mitch is doing it! MITCH!" Gwenog yelled for her boyfriend. "Mitch, tell Harry you're going to be auctioned off and I'm not paying to go on a date with you because it's good for charity."
Mitchell Payne, Chaser for the Appleby Arrows and boyfriend of Gwenog Jones, turned around. He greeted Harry with an obvious slur to his words, his long blond hair falling out of its bun. Mitchell wrapped an arm around Gwenog's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Oh, yeah. It's loads of fun! You just stand on stage," Mitchell started before taking a swig of his beer. "You do a little dance, show off your assets, and then the girls go wild. Easy peasy. I mean, at best you get a date with some rich socialite who thinks you're soul mates and you give her a peck on the cheek as a parting gift and she won't wash that cheek for a few months or you get a randy middle-aged woman who knows what she wants and tries to take you back to her place. I've had both."
Gwenog pushed him away from her. "You make it sound so much fun, Mitch."
"As fun as that sounds, I'm good, thanks," Harry said, his fingers running along Ginny's forearm. "Plus, nobody would even want to bid on me."
"Are you bloody crazy?" Gwenog asked.
"If I stand next to Mitchell, everyone would be bidding on Mitchell over me," Harry explained.
"Aw, do you fancy my boyfriend, Potter?" Gwenog nearly cooed. "You can bid on him for a night on the town. I'd be okay with that. Just no funny business, yeah? Or… I suppose if I could join, I'd be okay with that."
Harry scowled, knowing Gwenog was trying to get a reaction out of him. He refused to give her the pleasure.
"Harry doesn't know how good looking he actually is," Ginny spoke up.
"You're cute, Harry," Gwenog said as her eyes trailed over his body. "Nice eyes, wild hair, lean muscles, a nice smile when you're not scowling, that is."
Harry realized he was scowling and adjusted his face accordingly.
"I'll bid on you, mate," Mitchell offered. "I won't let you go for under ten thousand Galleons."
"Ten thousand Galleons?" Harry asked, his face pinching. "Who the hell is worth ten thousand Galleons? That's insane!"
"We once convinced the lead singer of Diablerie to be auctioned off and he went for over fifty thousand Galleons," Gwenog explained. "Although, he had been sloshed during the auction and bared it all for the crowd. Men and women alike went mad. Harry, if you dropped your trousers on the stage, I might be able to get more than fifty thousand for you."
Harry sucked in a breath. "Again, as much fun as that sounds, I'll pass."
"Told you," Ginny repeated. "Plus, we already have an Auror to auction off."
Harry leaned forward and turned his head to see his girlfriend's face fully. She smiled, refusing to meet his glance. She sat up straight, her warm body leaving his arms. Reaching towards the tray of assorted drinks and shots in the middle of the table, she picked a drink that was orange on the bottom and yellow on top. She brought the glass to her lips and took a big sip.
"Ron Weasley," Gwenog supplied.
"Ron's agreed to be auctioned off?" Harry asked, his mind going wild. "When? Why? How? He definitely would have told me!"
Ginny giggled, actually giggled and Harry knew that meant she had slipped into the totally sloshed stage of drunk Ginny. "I signed him up. He doesn't know it."
"You can't do that!" Harry protested before turning to Gwenog. "Can she do that?"
Gwenog shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure he'll agree. I mean, it's for the children."
Harry scowled… again.
"I just," Gwenog heaved a sigh and sniffed. "I just thought the children mattered to you, Harry. I didn't know you hated children."
"I don't hate children," Harry argued.
"So, you'll agree to the auction then?"
Harry suppressed a groan. "No, but me not doing the auction doesn't mean I hate children."
"They're just so sickly," Gwenog continued. "This long-term care ward would give them private rooms while they deal with their medical struggles. They'll have nice pull-out sofas for the parents. A private bath. Top notch equipment. I just want the best for the children, don't you?"
"Of course, I think a new long-term care ward sounds fantastic," Harry replied.
"But… without someone really, really famous, say killing off a Dark Lord kind of famous there to drive up attendance, I'm afraid these kids won't get their ward… or at least a very tiny ward." Gwenog sniffed, shaking her head. "They deserve better than that. Why do you want the children to die, Harry?"
"I don't want children to die, Merlin, Gwenog! Look, I'll attend the auction, I will bid on Ginny, and I will bid an insane amount of money on her to get the kids the ward, all right?" Harry argued.
"Every attendee pays an entrance fee. There's dinner with the auction. That normally brings in a lot of money," Gwenog explained. "If word got out that Harry Potter was up to be bid on… it makes my head spin to think how much money we'd make on entrance fees alone."
"I'll buy you, Harry," Ginny told him, a smile on her face. "I won't let anyone else get a date with my boyfriend."
Ginny blinked up at him, her lips pouting. Harry knew he was a goner. She could ask him anything and he would readily agree to it. She was his weakness.
"All I have to do is stand on stage?" Harry asked, tearing his eyes away from Ginny.
"Well, not scowling would probably be nice. Maybe smile a little," Gwenog added.
Harry turned his attention back to Ginny, nerves bundled in the pit of his stomach. "You promise that you won't let anyone else win me?"
"Take me home and I'll show you why I won't let anyone else win you," Ginny said in a husky voice, her body leaning forward to press against his as her teeth nipped at his bottom lip.
Harry couldn't jot down his signature fast enough. He left the bar with Ginny hanging on him at his side and whispering naughty things in his ear. He grinned from ear to ear, future Harry could worry about the auction that was three weeks away. Right now he had something much more pressing to worry about, like how fast it would take him to Apparate them home and get Ginny out of her clothes. He knew exactly how much fun sloshed and randy Ginny was and he had no plans on letting that go to waste. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth. Merlin, he loved sloshed and randy Ginny, he thought before he took a deep breath to calm himself before Apparating.
Besides, it wasn't like this auction could be that bad. It was for charity after all. Then he crushed his lips to Ginny's, all thoughts of the auction forgotten.
Merlin, he hated sloshed and randy Ginny.
He fiddled with his dress robes three weeks later, suddenly very nervous and dreading the night. Why had he agreed to be auctioned off for a charity date auction again? He handed the wizard at the front desk their tickets for the evening and accepted two paddles before walking into the giant ballroom with a long wooden stage that ran down the middle. Harry gulped.
Why did the stage need to be that big? That seemed unnecessary if he was just supposed to stand up there, right?
"Do you think they'll let us take the paddles home?" Ginny whispered in his ear. "Could be fun to spank my winning prize with one."
Harry snatched her paddle from her, his lips twisting into a shy smirk as he dropped his voice and said, "I'll be handling the paddle in the bedroom, thank you very much."
Ginny's brows rose in the air. In the year that Ginny had been living with him after Hogwarts, they had been very eager to explore in the bedroom. What once gave him mild panic attacks over wondering if he was doing everything correctly and if she was enjoying herself had blossomed into them exploring with little room for doubting. She made him feel confident, never judged him or made it awkward. Making love to Ginny had been as easy as breathing, as she adjusted his hand wordlessly and told him exactly what she wanted. Before long, he no longer needed her instructions and had started exploring all on his own. He liked to think he had discovered quite a few things she didn't even know she liked before him… especially things that involved his tongue.
"Well, then, sneak at least one of them out if they try to take them from us," Ginny whispered.
Harry nodded as they made their way to their table. Ron and Hermione were already seated, as were Gwenog and Mitchell with a few other Quidditch players. Ron nervously adjusted his tie and smoothed out his hair, his eyes glued across the room to Chudley Canons Seeker Winifred Brown. Hermione sat next to him, her mouth pursed tightly and arms crossed over her chest.
"Hello, Harry," Hermione greeted loudly.
Harry smiled in return, pulling out Ginny's chair for her before taking his own seat. Ginny sat her clutch down between them before she placed a hand on Harry's thigh underneath the table.
"The men are up for auction first," Gwenog explained. "You need to be backstage promptly at eight to get in line. Then, you'll all come back to sit and the girls will go back. The Harpies are out last."
Harry nodded along to her instructions, still wondering what he had gotten himself into. Dinner flew by. Harry barely touched anything on his plate. He trusted Ginny with his life, knew she wouldn't let anyone else win him for a date. Except there was something about being on stage and attempting to be sexy, as Gwenog had put it while they were eating, that made his stomach roll. He wondered what he would have to pay if he refused to go out on stage.
It seemed like they had just sat down when Gwenog ordered them to go behind the stage. She ushered them away from the table, Harry casting one last look at Ginny. She blew him a kiss and offered him a smile. He only gulped in response.
A witch hollered names. One by one the wizards lined up in order. Harry stilled when he noticed the men in line taking off their dress robes and standing around in only their under garments. Harry's name was called and he took a spot in line behind Mitchell, watching the older man undress. Ron, luckily, stood behind him and started to undress as well without batting an eye.
"Err… Ron?" Harry whispered as his best mate folded his black dress robes. "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready?" Ron replied before giving Harry a once over. "What are you doing?"
"What am I…" Harry let out a little huff of disbelief. "Everyone is getting naked!"
"Um, yeah. You go out in just your underwear," Ron explained. "Have you never seen the spread from previous years in Witch Weekly or any of those other gossip magazines?"
"NO!" Harry hissed loudly, panic rising in his throat as Ron dropped his trousers to reveal his Chudley Cannons bright orange boxer briefs with little CCs embossed all over them. They allowed him to see more of Ron than he wanted to which was saying a lot since they shared a dorm, Quidditch locker rooms, a tent, and then a house together for the better part of their lives.
"Oh, well, that's unfortunate. Did you…" Ron cleared his throat before whispering, "You didn't wear torn boxers or anything did you?"
"What? No!" Harry hissed. "I didn't… I mean, they're… well, erm… tight."
Ron's brow furrowed. "Tight? What? Like…?"
"Like yours. Merlin, you knew and you wore tight boxer briefs?"
"Uh, yeah, I want to actually have people besides Hermione bid on me so it's not embarrassing," Ron admitted, his arms crossing over his bare chest. "These are my best ones. Plus, look how fantastic they make my arse look."
Ron turned around and jutted out his arse just a bit. Harry forced himself not to look on impulse and glowered at Ron.
"Oi! Potter! Strip!" Gwenog shouted from the front of the line. "All right, boys, remember to flex and shake those arses and get those bids! Let's have a good first half! We hit one hundred thousand Galleons then drinks are on me while the girls line up!"
The men hooted and hollered as Gwenog stepped onto the stage and greeted the crowd that howled. Harry stood frozen, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. He had scars literally everywhere on his body. He was expected to stand on stage and have a bunch of strangers ogle him and then bid money on him? What the bloody hell did he do?
"Stop looking so panicked, mate," Mitchell said. "You're good looking, all right? Just have fun. Let loose. Do you want me to get you a shot or two to take care of the nerves?"
As though on cue, a waitress with a big tray of shots walked along the line of wizards. Almost everyone took a shot before turning to talk to their mates. Ron grabbed two and gestured for Harry to do the same. Mitchell took two as well and downed them both at an impressively fast rate. Harry downed the one shot, the firewhiskey burning down his throat. Before he could decide against it, he tipped back the other shot glass. He made a face before he started to cough. Mitchell thumped him on the back as Ron offered him his extra shot.
"Third one's a charm," Ron explained. "Then you got to strip."
"Three thousand four hundred and twenty Galleons goes to that sexy little minx in the back!" Gwenog shouted from the stage. "Congratulations number 76!"
Sucking in a breath, Harry downed his third shot. Ron balanced the shot glasses on top of one another and waited for the waitress to make her way back up to take them off him. Harry shrugged off his dark green dress robes before loosening his tie. When he was completely naked except for the green Holyhead Harpies boxer briefs that Ginny insisted he wear, he crossed his arms over his chest and held his legs together. He looked down at himself and winced to see the outline in his briefs and attempted to adjust himself to be less, well, obvious.
"Aw, cute, Potter. Ginny Weasley 3 is written all over your arse," Mitchell appraised, peering at Harry's backside. "Are those the limited edition boxer briefs that have their real signature on them?"
"Mitchell, I'm going to ask you to stop looking at my arse," Harry said.
"Why? It's a nice one," Mitchell teased.
"These are the boxer briefs to commemorate the Chudley Cannons actually making it to the semifinals last year," Ron announced, stepping out in front of Harry to show Mitchell. "I got every single product made last year for it. It was big."
Mitchell nodded. "I got the same as Harry's with Gwen's name on them, but the man thong version."
Harry closed his eyes to avoid looking at Mitchell's very naked arse outside the dark green band as Mitchell showed off his arse and package to Ron that had Gwenog's name written on it. He wanted to melt into the floor and die. He wasn't nearly buzzed enough for this conversation.
"SOLD! YOU LUCKY BITCH!" Gwenog shouted as some of the girls booed in the audience. "You snagged him out of nowhere!"
"Do you need another shot?" Mitchell asked, thumping Harry on the shoulder.
"I'm fine. I just want to get this over with."
Mitchell and Ron made small talk as Harry stared at the wall in front of him. He listened to Gwenog's graphic descriptions of the men on stage, listened to the women whistle and scream in delight, and the women bid with a fervor.
By the time Mitchell went on stage, Harry stood in the shadows of the curtains with Ron pressed close to his back. He felt something poke the small of his back and he stepped away from Ron and sent him a glare before pushing him back.
"Mate!" Harry hissed.
"Oh, sorry, but I want to see!"
"All right, ladies, here comes no one other than the hunkiest Quidditch Chaser around!" Gwenog announced with her wand pressed to her throat. "Appleby Arrows MVP Mitchell Payne!"
The crowd went wild. Harry squinted to try to find Ginny at the front table. She clapped loudly before cupping her hands around her mouth and hooting. Even Hermione seemed to be enjoying the night, her cheeks flushed as she cheered with a glass of what he assumed was an alcoholic drink in her hand.
"Now, like always, I won't be bidding on this fine, fine arse! Turn around, Mitch!"
Mitchell turned around and shook his arse back and forth. Gwenog even spanked it which made the crowd go wild. Harry gulped, his eyes darting around to see if there was an easy escape route.
"I'm letting one of you lucky ladies have a date with my boy toy for one night and one night only! Let me tell you, you will not be disappointed! Let's make it worth my while!"
The first bid went off at five hundred Galleons. Mitchell pointed his finger towards the left side of the room that Harry couldn't see from his spot. When the second bid went off in the middle of the room, Mitchell thrust his hips, his cock bouncing in the tiny scrap of material that barely covered him. There were loud shrieks and someone upped the bid immediately to two thousand Galleons at the simple move. Harry looked up at the ceiling and let out a shaky breath. He couldn't do this. He couldn't put himself on display like that in front of anyone, let alone perform.
Mitchell continued to work the crowd until Gwenog announced that he had been sold to the pretty girl in the front row for just shy of eight thousand Galleons. He strutted back up the stage, blowing a kiss to the winner before exiting the stage. Mitchell turned around and gave Harry a sign of encouragement. He stood in the wings with his legs spread and hands on his hips, grinning stupidly at Harry.
"Now, ladies, we have a rather special treat coming up next," Gwenog announced. "You've seen him grace the newspapers and magazines. You've seen him covered in blood and grime. You've wanted to run your hands through his unruly hair. But you have never seen him like this before. GIVE IT UP FOR HARRY POTTER!"
Harry stood frozen in the wings of the stage. Ron pushed him out into the spotlight. Harry's eyes darted around the room as his hands shot down to cover as much of himself as humanly possible. His eyes found Ginny's in the crowd as he tried to tune out the deafening screams. She smiled at him and gestured with her hand to walk forward.
"In case you ladies didn't know, Harry can be a little cabbage and shy. It's all right, nobody will bite… at least not until the date!" Gwenog announced as hoots and catcalling echoed in the room as she reached out a hand. "Drop those hands, Potter. Show your fans the goods!" she called out before she spanked Harry on the arse and the crowd shrieked.
Ginny gestured for him to walk forward again, and he forced his legs to move. One foot in front of the other, he could do this. He had faced Voldemort countless amounts of times, battled a dragon, risked his life daily as an Auror… a crowd of tipsy women with unlimited purse strings was nothing. He stopped at the end of the stage, a shaky breath escaping his lips. He slouched his shoulders forward and crossed his arms in front of him.
"Nice to see you representing the Harpies tonight, Harry! I'm glad to see you're a massive fan! Do you want to do a little twirl and show us your backside?" Gwenog said as Ginny cupped her mouth and hooted at him. Harry refused to show the crowd his arse. "Fine, all the more mysterious for the highest bidder! Let's start the bidding for our favorite hero!"
The crowd was a whirl of paddles rising and numbers being thrown out. His eyes snapped to Ginny to see her sitting in her seat with her paddle in front of her. She winked at him and Harry felt his throat drop to his stomach. She wasn't really going to leave him out to dry, was she?
He widened his eyes at her and uncrossed his arms to gesture for her to raise her paddle. The bidding went wild when his arms rose up as Gwenog grabbed his hand, holding his arm over his head. He attempted to keep a smile on his face while shooting a death glare at Gwenog. When the bidding rose to five thousand, panic rose in his chest. What the hell was Ginny doing? Ginny lazily raised her paddle in the air and yelled, "TEN THOUSAND GALLEONS!"
Gwenog whistled. Some of the crowd booed Ginny. Harry was certain he was making heart eyes at Ginny for ending his misery. Gwenog shouted, "SOLD! Ginny Weasley is not letting any of you feisty ladies near her man!"
Ginny winked at him. He practically ran off the stage, nearly colliding with Mitchell. He was still just in his thong, his robes tucked neatly under his arm and looking completely comfortable to be standing there in next to nothing as if he was home alone in his own bathroom. A witch handed Harry his robes and he quickly got dressed, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" Mitchell asked, handing Harry a drink when he was fully dressed. Harry gulped the drink down, barely feeling the alcohol burning his throat.
"Never again," Harry told him.
Mitchell chuckled. "You say that now, but come on. It's a rush. Admit it."
Harry refused to dignify that with a response.
"Now, ladies, don't be so disappointed to see Potter sold off. The next wizard coming out is also an Auror, a known war hero, and, dare I say, has one of the best derrieres here tonight! Let's all scream in delight for RON WEASLEY!"
Ron walked on stage, his neck slightly flushed as he made his way to the front. He stood with his hands on his hips, proudly showing off his body. Quite a few catcalls sounded for him.
"Oh, pity, a Chudley Cannons fan. Do you see that, Winifred Brown? Are you going to bid on your teams only fan?" Gwenog asked as the crowd hollered again.
"One thousand Galleons," a female voice shouted.
"Winifred Brown likes what she sees!"
As though doused with a confidence potion, Ron worked the stage. He shook his arse at the room, making sure every side of the stage had a chance to see. He thrust his pelvis like Mitchell, pointing to each and every single paddle that rose. The crowd became rowdier and rowdier the longer Ron shook his assets. When Gwenog spanked him and made a comment about how perfectly tight his arse was, the crowd screamed louder and bidding rose up another three thousand Galleons. When the bidding reached over ten thousand Galleons, Harry saw Hermione toss her paddle onto the table with a huff. She whispered furiously to Ginny who seemed like she couldn't take her eyes off her brother, a look of pure bewilderment obvious on her face.
"Twelve thousand Galleons!" a new, raspier voice shouted from the back.
"Going once! Going twice! Sold to the pretty lady in the back of the room! Number 15!"
Harry leaned out slightly and squinted into the crowd, his eyes trying to pinpoint where Gwenog pointed. He saw the paddle immediately. A middle-aged witch who bit her lip had bought Ron. Harry let out a small chuckle as Ron joined them backstage.
"High roller Weasley!" Gwenog cheered. "Highest price of the night so far! With that arse, I might need you back next year." She winked.
After the last wizard took the stage, the men easily hit their goal of one hundred thousand Galleons. Harry was just happy to be able to sit down and drown himself in some liquor. As they made their way back to the tables, he ran into Ginny walking backstage. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing pleasantly against him, and kissed him.
"You did wonderful," she whispered in his ear before nipping at the lobe. "Please bid more than twelve thousand on me. I can't let Ron beat me."
With one last kiss, she was gone. Harry adjusted himself before rushing towards the table and taking his spot between Ron and Mitchell.
"What the hell, Hermione? You didn't win me!" Ron protested.
"I don't have that kind of money!" Hermione hissed. "I didn't think you'd go for so much!"
Ron's cheeks flushed. "Come on, you know this baby is prime!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't start, mate."
Hermione sent him a grateful look as a waitress brought more drinks to the table during the short intermission. Mitchell took a few more shots before he started on liquor again. Harry narrowed his eyes at his friend, wondering if he should slow down but didn't say anything because it was hard to even concentrate with Ron and Hermione bickering about his performance on stage next to him. He took another drink for himself, his head pleasantly buzzing and his nerves gone. It was over and thankfully, he was going home with Ginny tonight.
When Gwenog took the stage again, she was in nothing but a sports bra and knickers. The wizards catcalled around him. He suddenly felt sick. What was Ginny wearing underneath her fancy dress? Did she know about the knickers only rule? Harry took a large gulp of his drink and searched around frantically for his paddle.
One by one, all the girls strutted out onto the stage in high heels and lacy little bra and knicker sets. All of their tits seemed to bounce as they walked, their hair flowing behind them like the wind was blowing. By this point in the night, everyone was a little drunker than earlier. The bids were higher and the crowd louder. Mitchell bid on some wireless star named Hollis Sterling, earning him a glare from Gwenog on stage. Harry took Mitchell's paddle after that.
"Next up, we have the Quidditch Chaser who made rookie of the year, my very favorite redhead Ginny Weasley!"
Ginny entered the stage with an overabundance of confidence. Her arms were raised high on either side of her head, a wide grin on her face, and she wore the skimpiest green and lacy bra and knicker set he had ever seen her wear. Her freckly tits bounced deliciously as she strutted down the stage, her red hair cascading down her shoulders in a kaleidoscope of reds, oranges, and coppers. Harry's mouth watered just looking at her. When she hit the front of the stage, she looked right at him and winked.
Harry was brought back to reality as men started bidding like crazy for her around him. Harry's lips twisted as he shot up his paddle angrily into the air. The wizards didn't have the courtesy to stop bidding. Harry kept thrusting his paddle into the air, his mind clouded with alcohol and his trousers pitching a tent when she turned around and showed off how the lace cupped her perfect arse. His fingers twitched for his wand but Hermione reached around Ron to slap him on the arm. He shook his head before turning in his chair and glaring at the wizard holding the number 56 paddle. He grunted and thrust his paddle up again with his jaw clenched. When that didn't work, when the bids kept coming from all directions, Harry had had enough. Someone called out fourteen thousand Galleons and he shot to his feet, marching across the room straight up to the stage.
He didn't really care if he was making a fool out of himself or not. No one was winning his girlfriend tonight but him. He stood by the stage and raised his paddle again, his eyes glaring around the room.
"TWENTY THOUSAND GALLEONS!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs.
The room went eerily quiet, and Harry silently dared any of them to raise their paddles again.
"Sold to the crazy protective boyfriend Harry Potter!" Gwenog shouted.
Ginny did a little curtsy on stage and started to make her way back. Harry climbed up on stage, shrugging off his dress robes and laying them across Ginny's shoulders so nobody could see her arse as she walked. Ginny shot him an annoyed look until Harry bent his head down to her ear.
"We are going to find a broom cupboard right now and I'm going to fuck you, understood?" Harry whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Ginny glanced over at him, a smirk tugging on her features. They dashed off stage, grabbing her dress before they made their way through the building and far away from the ballroom.
The auction was held at the Quidditch Hall of Fame Museum in Chelsea. When they entered the actual museum part of the building, Harry took back his dress robes and made Ginny parade around in nothing but her knickers. She giggled as she bent over, pretending to have dropped something and his hand wrapped around her arse in delight. They stumbled through the museum, both of them more than just a little drunk and extremely randy.
He pushed her up against the glass of a retired jersey display, his lips gliding across her neck and his fingers ghosting across her stomach just above the lace band of her knickers. She moaned, her fingers coiling through his hair and keeping his head in place.
It was a blur of clothes flying and more stumbling. Harry pushed open a door to his right and found a replica of a Quidditch pitch inside. Enchanted Quaffles, Bludgers, and even a few Snitches flew in the air. Ginny raked her nails over his bare chest as he reached around to unclasp her bra. Her breasts tumbled out and he tossed the bra to the side, bending his head to wrap his mouth around her. Her hands slid up into his hair to hold him in place and his fingers slid under the lace of her knickers. She gasped when her back slammed against the wall and Harry's mouth returned to her breast.
Then he knelt before her, licking his lips as he pulled the knickers down with his teeth and began using his mouth. Ginny clutched his hair desperately, moaning as he used his tongue, her cries echoing in the replica of the pitch. Ginny had barely caught her breath before he carried her to the center of the room and lowered her down to the pitch, her air fanning out around her. Harry lowered himself on top of her, lips and fingers gliding over every single inch of her skin. She arched her back, pressing against him, her hands gripping his shoulders.
She let out a loud moan, louder than he had ever heard her make, when his lips left her inner thigh and pressed against her center. Her hands left his shoulders and carded through his hair, holding him in place as she rocked her hips. When he felt her shudder against him, her fingers loosening their grip on him, he grinned as he positioned himself over her.
He pressed into her, giving her no break. He knew he wouldn't last long. Seeing her parade around on stage in nothing but her knickers had him nearly lose it right then and there. He couldn't hold off long, his desire building like a crescendo. He reached down between them, his fingers grazing over her and his lips crashing against hers.
He swallowed her moans in his mouth as he let himself go. It took every bit of energy left in him not to collapse on top of her. He rolled off of her, hitting the ground hard and panting heavily. She snuggled into his side, her lips pressing against the oval-shaped scar on his chest. Harry just smiled as he watched the Quidditch balls zip around above them.
"I love you," Ginny murmured against his chest, her tongue and teeth playing with his nipple. "You were amazing up there."
"I was uncomfortable and hated every second of it. And Gwenog slapped my arse. That wasn't part of the agreement," Harry replied, causing Ginny to chuckle softly. "You looked too good up there. I was about ready to start sending hexes if I kept being outbid."
"It was a little much to climb on stage and cover me up after you won," Ginny pointed out as she propped herself up on her elbow and glanced down at him.
Harry lifted his head off the ground and nipped at her lip. "You're mine."
"Possessive much?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm… only when it comes to you. I would slaughter a thousand wizards for you," Harry whispered.
"Are you drunk?" Ginny questioned.
"Maybe just a tad," Harry replied. "I had three shots with Mitch and Ron backstage. Then I kept drinking at the table. I had… I don't know how many drinks I had."
"So drunk Harry is possessive, eh? You must have passed through your soppy drunk stage and went straight to your overly possessive drunk stage," Ginny appraised. "I like soppy drunk Harry better."
"Give me a minute, I can bring him out," Harry said, clearing his throat and laying back down flat on the pitch. "You were the most beautiful and sexy witch on that stage tonight. That's not a surprise, because you're always the prettiest witch wherever we go. Sometimes, I wonder why you chose me. Like… me… with you. It's wild."
Ginny chuckled. "Why is that wild?"
"Because you're so gorgeous, Gin. Your milky white skin and your freckle patterns," Harry whispered, running his fingers along a line of freckles on her left breast. "Your hair is my favorite color. It has all these reds, oranges, and coppers. It makes me happy. It's like the sun. Your smile, Merlin, Gin, I could lose myself for hours in your smile. It makes me so happy that I want to scream."
"You are completely pissed, Harry Potter," Ginny said as she bent down and pecked his lips. "You are the most handsome man I have ever met in my life."
"Some pretty girl once told me that my eyes were as green as a fresh pickled toad," he whispered with a grin. "I hope that was a compliment. I think it was."
Ginny slapped him on the chest. "The highest of compliments, you git."
A stream of light filtered into the room. Harry bolted upright to see an elderly wizard with his wand out and a security uniform on. On instinct, he pushed Ginny to the ground and flung his body on top of hers. Ginny shrieked before falling into a peel of giggles. Harry was very well aware that his arse and balls were probably on full display for the security guard to see in all their hairy, naked glory. He awkwardly tried to close his legs without crushing Ginny below him.
"Sorry, sir, officer, mister," Harry babbled, cringing. "We'll just… we'll leave. I'm sorry. We were at the auction and, well, err… yeah."
"Harry Potter?" the security guard asked. "Merlin's beard!"
Harry groaned as Ginny giggled underneath him.
"Right, sorry again! I'm… we'll be on our way if you'd just… leave?" Harry continued.
"Your clothes are all down the hallway! I followed it all here," the security guard commented as though it were an everyday occurrence to catch people having sex on a fake Quidditch pitch.
"We'll clean it up. Promise!"
"All right but you got five minutes, Mr. Potter, you hear me? No more funny business, you two."
Harry couldn't believe he was being lectured while completely starkers by a security guard who had to be older than Dumbledore upon his death. He screwed his eyes shut and just nodded his head. Ginny, being completely pissed and inappropriate, reached for him between them and grabbed him. He nearly lost his balance and collapsed on top of her.
"Gin!"
The door closed and the stream of light disappeared.
"You're touching me!" Ginny protested. "You can't just have your cock touching me right there and not expect me to play!"
"Not the time," Harry hissed. "Merlin."
Ginny winked and grabbed him again. "Think we have time for another round?"
"No," Harry growled. "If he comes back I will die of embarrassment. Thank Merlin he was older than Dumbledore or my naked hairy arse would be plastered over every magazine in sight tomorrow."
Ginny giggled. "Might be worth it." Her hand stroked him again and he batted her hand away.
"When we get home, I am so making you pay for this."
"Not if I make you pay first," Ginny teased, her lips on his throat.
"We need to grab your bag from the table and then we can go. I'm assuming your wand is in there."
"Yes, I'm not a paranoid git like you and need to carry it around everywhere," Ginny commented with a grin. "Plus, we need to take our paddles. I have very naughty plans for you with mine, Mr. Potter."
Harry attempted to think of something other than the image of his naked girlfriend holding a paddle as he pushed himself up off of Ginny. He walked across the room to where his trousers had been discarded and dug through the pocket for his wand. He Summoned all of their clothes in the room before making his way to the door, opening it a crack and Summoning the rest of their clothes. They dressed quickly, trying to smooth down their hair and Ginny fixing her smeared makeup before they wandered back towards the ballroom.
The auction had ended by the time they arrived. It was a social hour where people became acquainted with their dates and mingled. Harry spotted Ron with his middle-aged date hanging on his arm. Hermione stood off to the side with a hand over her mouth and trying not to giggle as Ron flushed a bright red when his date cupped his arse.
Ginny darted towards their table, grabbing her clutch and their two paddles. Harry bounced on his heels, hoping they wouldn't be seen so they could sneak out undetected. Ginny stumbled back towards him and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her close to his chest. She merely rubbed her arse back against him and he hissed.
"You're going to pay for that, Weasley."
Ginny only winked at him.
"Oi!" Ron shouted. "Where the bloody hell did you two go?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Ronald, isn't it obvious?"
Ron blanched, his face pinching. Ginny blew him a kiss before she and Harry made a mad dash for the door, ignoring people calling their names to say hello. Harry didn't think they had to wait until tomorrow night to start their dates. He planned on taking her home and having a nice date in their bed. He pressed a kiss to her temple as they walked towards the Apparition point.
He changed his mind, sloshed and randy Ginny was definitely his favorite.
Hoped you enjoyed this little one-shot! Don't forget to leave a review! They make me want to write, give me ideas, and just make me happy in general! I appreciate them so much! This is part of my Moments in Time series (list of stories in my profile), so check them out if you want more Hinny and Potter family goodness!
Special thanks to Bell for editing for me. Special thanks to Brie for being my sounding board with ideas, her add-ons, and her encouragement to write smut!