"You're going to fuck me now, right?" She asked, breathlessly.
"Is that what you want?" He asked playfully.
"I've never wanted anything more," she said, her light eyes meeting his. He spread her legs again, and hooked his hands around her thighs so he could manipulate her position a little better. She let out a small squeak as he handled her- gently, but firm.
He rubbed himself against her lips, letting the dampness coat his cock before he lined it up to enter her. As he pressed in, he watched intently as her face contorted in pleasure. While he knew that this was everything she had been begging him for, for such time, he was acutely aware of how much he was asking her body to stretch. Once she engulfed him, he gave her a second to get used to him, as he savored the feeling of her wet tightness enveloping him. Her eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to settle on his face.
"Do I feel okay?" she asked, a smidge of insecurity in her voice.
"Exquisite," he breathed, as he began to pull himself in and out of her. As he found his rhythm, he began kissing her again. She reached up, running her hands through his hair. Although it was their first time, and everything was still exploratory, he felt very comfortable. Her body felt so nice beneath him.
As he pumped in and out of her, she began to moan and sigh. As she drew closer to orgasm again, her fingers found their way clutching him closer, her fingers digging into his back. He enjoyed fucking her until she came on his cock, knowing he'd taken good care of her. Her face was flushed, a small smattering of sweat collecting on her temple, but she had a huge, content smile on her face.
"Do you need a break?" he asked.
"Just a moment or two," she sighed, catching her breath. "Sorry for breaking your rhythm."
"No need to apologize," he murmured, pressing another kiss into her collar bone, and again into her cleavage. "I'm not going to last much longer."
Her lips turned upwards again in a smile. "You can finish inside me, y'know."
For a brief moment, he thought back to how he witnessed her take her dose of contraceptive potion every night before brushing her teeth. He trusted her absolutely, and her blessing only incentivized him over the slumped over, panting, but content. She had a sly smile on her face after getting what she'd wanted for long.
"I told Ron I'd meet him around three," he said.
She glanced over her shoulder towards the clock that said it was already two. "Okay."
"You're still welcome to come," he said, smoothing her hair. "My broom can hold two, or, if you want, I know Ron has some extras—"
She giggled at the thought of flying by herself. "That sounds like a great idea."
"Alright," he said, smiling. "Maybe not. But there's options, is what I'm trying to say."
"Okay," she said. She thought it over a moment. "It sounds...it sounds nice."
"Yeah?" He asked, surprised at her final answer.
"No laughing at me if I do stupid things on a broom," she said. "That goes for Weasley too."
"I'll make sure of it," he said, unable to hide the amused smile on his face.
She rose from bed, her body protesting the movement. She longed to spend all day entwined with him, his skin warm against her own. She felt so comfortable beside him. But she knew it was important to go and spend time with his friends. This was an important move for them to make.
She picked clothes out of her pile of clean laundry, picking a pair of jean shorts and a t shirt. London was warm today, the dense, hot air hanging heavy. "Where are we flying? Their house?"
"The area near their house is pretty dense forest, not great for flying," he said, as he got dressed. "I think we'll go to the Burrow— his parent's place. Lots of good, open space there."
She felt a little nervous about going to Weasley's parent's place. She hadn't even started mentally preparing herself for meeting them at the wedding. "Sounds good."
While he finished getting ready and getting his flying gear together, she went downstairs. There was a ripe watermelon sitting on the counter that she started to cut up to bring with them. The kitchen became filled with the mild, sweet aroma of summer fruits as she broke it down. She heard his footsteps on the stairs as he came down, carrying a knapsack and his broom.
"That looks delicious," Harry said, plucking one of the pink, triangular slices from the cutting board.
She sealed it in a plastic container and placed it in the picnic basket. While he sat at the table eating the slice of watermelon, she took a glass pitcher out of the cabinet and filled it with water and ice. It was a hot day, and she knew that flying would take a lot out of them. She also hoped that she could use food as a way to get in Ron's good graces. She slipped her newest magazine in the basket, just in case they wanted to fly longer than she did.
Once she sealed the pitcher with a cork, she placed it in the basket before securing the top on. "Anything else we need?"
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"I don't think so," he said, taking a moment to rinse his sticky hands under the faucet. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," she said, trying to sound as confident as possible.
His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her. He recognized the nervousness all over her face. "They're going to like you, Liv. Just be yourself."
"I know," she said, nodding. He grabbed ahold of her by the hand, and led her just past the wards of 13 Grimmauld Place.
When she landed, she lost her balance and fell on her ass in the long grass. "Oh, fuck."
He couldn't help but laugh, but quickly extended his hand to help her up. She wiped off the fuzzy bits of straw that stuck to her legs as she took a moment to take in her surroundings. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow upon what seemed like an endless field. As she turned her head, she could see behind them, behind a large, misshapen house, the field did eventually fade into more of a forest. She tried not to stare at the house, but her eyes were drawn to the way it seemed like it was haphazardly constructed of poorly planned additions.
"It's… something, isn't it?" Harry asked, catching her gaze.
"Yeah," she said, quietly. "Something alright."
"Welcome to the Burrow," he said. He grabbed her hand, leading her around the side of the house. His hand in hers grounded her, and made her feel a bit more secure, but she still felt the blood coursing through her veins at a higher pressure than normal.
"Hey, mate," Ron said, a screen door swinging closed behind him as he exited the house. "About time."
Ron jogged the last ten steps or so towards them. "Decided to join us, Wellwood?"
"I was talked into it," she said, coyly.
"You've got an extra broom or two here, yeah?"
Ron scoffed. "There's a bunch of abandoned ones in the shed. I'm sure we can find something."
"Sounds great," Liv said.
"Your mum around?" Harry asked Ron.
"Yeah, she's inside. She'd love to see you."
"Great," he said. "I'll be right back."
Without a word, he was gone, and it was clear he wasn't intending for Liv to join him. She let her eyes follow him into the house for a moment, unsure of what to say to Ron without the buffer of Harry or Teddy or even Hermione between them.
"C'mon, let's go see what we have in the shed," Ron said, motioning for her to follow him.
She followed him across the unkempt grass, past the vegetable garden. Large, ruby colored globes hung off the tomato plant, drooping in the August sun. Ron used his wand to unlock the door to the shed, which she could quickly see was jam packed full of stuff.
"Sorry," he said, holding back some garden stakes that blocked the path. "My dad's a bit of a nutter. Hates throwing things out."
"You don't say?" she said, ducking under them. Then, as the words hung in the air, she cursed herself for being a bit too sarcastic with him. She was really just anxious and out of sorts without Harry. She let him forage further into the shed, while she was preoccupied by a shelf full of muggle appliances. A toaster, and alarm clock that had stopped at 4:30, even an electric toothbrush. It was odd to see them all lined up like that.
"You okay, Wellwood?" Ron called from across the junk.
"Yeah," she said, realizing it might have been rude to stare at the piles of his father's belongings. "You can call me Liv."
"Sure."
He came back with a broom in his hand. "This is probably the best we've got for you. The rest might be a little bit …wild."
"Great," she said, taking it from him. "I appreciate it."
"Now, maybe we should go rescue Harry. Mum might just keep him in there all day," he said, holding the door open for her.
"Thanks," she said, the broom in one hand, picnic basket in the other. She looked up to see Harry just exiting the house.
"Oh, you gave her this broom?" he asked, taking it out of her hand.
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?"
"Isn't this the one that George charmed to only turn left?" Harry asked, rolling it between his hands.
"I thought Ginny got rid of that one after she fell and rolled her ankle?" he asked. "When she had to miss that exhibition game in Brazil? And nearly killed him?"
She glanced at Harry, as he mulled it over. "I dunno, that was a long time ago."
"I'm pretty sure that's the one Percy bought and used once," Ron said. "I figured it would be a good broom for the uninitiated."
He gave it one last look over. "Let me try it, first."
They had made it pretty far from the house at that point, and she saw a set of Quidditch hoops not too far in the distance. She obliged by holding his broom while he gave hers a test. She watched him sail through the sky without a second thought. Somehow, she knew she wouldn't be half as graceful as he was, but it wasn't really about impressing Ron.
"I think you should be good," Harry said when he touched his feet back on the ground. "It's a little strong, so just take it slow. I'll hang back with you until you're comfortable."
"Thanks," she said, hopping on.
Ron sped ahead, eager to try out his new toy. Harry, though, stayed just a few paces ahead of her as she kicked off the ground. Her stomach protested at the queasy feeling that being midair gave her, but she persisted. She followed Harry up until they were both at a comfortable height, at which he began to pick up his pace. When she tried to do the same, the broom bucked to the left, but she was able to steer it back into her control. She hoped it was a fluke, so after her heartbeat slowed down, she started flying again. Harry had stalled his broom, watching her to make sure she was okay.
She kicked her foot against the foot rest, trying to speed up again to catch up with him, but the speed just caused her to get thrown further off balance when the broom bucked again. For a moment, she lost her balance, and although she tried to regain it, the broom just went left no matter what. She felt herself heading towards the ground, the trees spinning around her making her dizzy.
She briefly tried to get to her wand, stowed in her pocket, but every time she tried to reach down she spun further.
"Arresto Momentum!" she heard Harry shout, from so far away it seemed impossible the spell would actually help. Her head hit the ground first, the broom buoying up behind her.
The spell hit her about a foot off the ground, bouncing her up and then slowly down to the grass.
The jerk hit her neck hard, and when she hit the ground, she couldn't help but groan. She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to ignore the whiplash.
Harry touched down beside her moments later. "I'm fine, I promise."
"I couldn't get to my wand sooner, I'm sorry," he said. "That looked like a rough fall."
"I'm really fine," she said, pushing off the ground to sit up. Her head protested, and she was a little dizzy, but ultimately... fine.
The screen door clanged against the house, and Ginny came running out towards them. "I saw her fall, is she okay?"
"She'll be okay," Harry said, brushing the grass out of her hair.
"Do you want me to get mum?"
Annoyed by the way Ginny wanted to talk around her, Liv cleared her throat. "I'm not hurt, just shaken, but thank you."
Ron touched down behind them. "What happened?"
"That damn broom would only go left," Harry said.
"Ah, fuck."
"You let her ride that one, idiot?" Ginny asked her brother, reaching for it.
"I'm sorry, Liv," Ron said, and she could tell how upset he was.
"Don't worry, really. If it hadn't been the broom I would've lost my balance some other way, I'm sure."
"Do you want to head back to the house?" Harry asked, but Liv shook her head, despite the pain. She absolutely didn't want to put a stop to their fun, and didn't want to make Ron feel badly.
"I insist you guys get back on your brooms and enjoy yourselves."
"We can reschedule," Ron said, nodding at Harry.
"Go," She said, waving them off with her hand. "Now."
Harry knew she was serious, so he got up. "Let's give her space."
Ginny shook her head, and headed back up to the house, which helped ease Liv's anxiety. She uncorked the bottle of ice water, pouring it into one of the cups she'd brought. Her head throbbed, and she felt a deep ache in her neck, which she tried to ignore.
She watched them fly for a while, eventually they started tossing a ball back and forth. Harry was actually pretty skilled. Her headache subsided a bit, thought she knew her neck was going to give her issues for a few days. She lazily flipped through her magazine, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
Eventually, they touched down near her.
"How are you feeling?"
"Completely fine," she lied. "It looked worse than it felt."
He looked at her skeptically, not totally buying it. So she offered them the water and melon, diverting the attention. She chose a slice of watermelon out of the container, and took a bite. It was sweet and perfectly ripe, the ideal treat for such a warm afternoon.
"Are you sure you still want to come over for dinner?" Ron asked.
"Absolutely," she said, without hesitating.
Harry looked more unsure than her. "I need a shower first, so we'll go home and meet you at the cottage if that's alright."
"By all means," he said. "I'll let Hermione know."
She packed up their belongings and he got them both home, landing them in the bedroom. She sunk down on their bed, her head resting on a soft, down pillow.
Author's Note: Apologies that this installment almost didn't make it up in time today! I do not recommend a 7.5 car ride with a migraine. And, kudos to my husband who woke me up when I was asleep at mu desk while trying to get this chapter together. Thanks to all my supporters, especially my great beta, potter-readung-vs