Better Him Then Ron
A hinny oneshot
A/N: Gets a little frisky, but nothing to explicit happpens
Harry woke up to the sight of his beautiful wife, her red hair splayed across her face, and her mouth lolling open. Judging by the sleepy silence and the freshly minted look of the sunlight, it was just after daybreak. He was watching the dust swirl in a ray of sunlight coming through the curtains when he heard his wife stir beside him.
"Morning," he muttered to the lump of red beside him. A muffled groan was his reply.
"I don't wannna go training today" she moaned.
"To be honest, I dont want to go either, Robards, said he's gonna go harder than ever," Harry replied, and he stroked the hair out of her face.
"We could have a little workout of our own" she whispered suductively, getting on top of him. He sat up, capturing her lips in a searing, passionate kiss. What seemed to be days later, they broke away, and Harry started trailing kisses down her neck, her arms and he kissed her wedding ring.
"Harry... please..."
"PLease? Sweetheart, im just getting started."
He slowly and teasingly took off her clothes, making a show of of removing her underwear, kissing the inners of her thigh.
"Uncle Hawwy?" a voice muttered from somewhere near the door.
"Shit," Harry whispered, and in a tangle of limbs and and the duvet covers a naked Ginny was sucsecfully covered.
"Yes, Teddy, what's wrong?"
"Can i have some pancakes?" the little boy asked, clutching his stuffed bear.
"Of course, come on. We can make them together."
Ginny gave him a look, to which he responded "Better him then Ron."
A/N This is my first fic, so be as critical as you want! Please Review and give me any writing tips if you have any!