Author's Note:
Reviews and Comments: To marauders_mowopapr: Consent is TOTALLY sexy! Ginny is more comfortable and she and Harry are growing closer and more comfortable with their intimacy with each other. To AQuickRead91: Sebastian is definitely a sweetie and Theo just doesn't quite know it yet. I also agree that Luna is the best, so thank you! To AnaGPotter: It was a great way to wake up for Hinny. Theo is a bit slow sometimes, but also, Bas hasn't exactly made a move… To shuweet: Thank you! To katelyn453: Thank you! I think Dean and Seamus get walked in on a lot; those two have no shame lol. There will be more moments where they sleep in the same bed, yes. As you will see, it's addressed over the holidays. Harry is very happy that Ginny is letting him touch her again, too! To CorbanD17: Harry is a pretty awesome boyfriend. They will have sex when they are both ready. To briana_t: I like how Hannah is too shy to basically ask for an orgasm and Neville is just a sweetie to her. Dean and his dad are working towards something. As to Theo and Sebastian… a while. Dobby is definitely sweet. Thank you!
To edwards_zoe_32: Neville is such a great boyfriend, I definitely agree. Dean is too modest to admit he created Harry's tattoo because Harry told him what he wanted. Theo is definitely so oblivious! Ginny brings this up at a later date. Thank you! To kyciona: Ginny has finally worked through it and she needed Harry to help her get there. To PurpleLotus: Thank you! To Merrillma22: Consent is sexy, I agree! And yes, Luna is definitely a very wise Ravenclaw. To Steelcode: Nevannah are adorable, I agree. Theo is relieved he and Stephen are done and as to a Knight to sweep him off of his feet, it might be a while. Harry and Ginny are making great progress! To Mitzfitzz22: I know! I wish I could leave kudos on every chapter for stories that deserve it, but thanks for telling me! I love how Luna sees things that others can't. She is definitely very clever, wise, witty, intellectual, and creative. Yes, Theo and Stephen can both find people who make them happier.
To Sam: I think that they like being caught LOL. Hannah isn't sure, but she knows what she wants and is too shy to ask for it. I love Luna and Ginny's friendship. Harry is definitely protective over Luna. To BadWolfKris: Thank you. To abhinav_india_15: Happy Diwali. Thanks. I like Luna being a free spirit in that way. Yes, Neville will help Hannah be more sure of herself in many ways. As to Theo and Auror Arsehole, we'll see. Thank you! To Nightwing2013: Yes, yes she does. Defence Club is run by Remus, but Harry was doing a spin-off course just to help people get into better shape to run Remus' obstacle courses. But he is also working with them to help protect Hogwarts if it's needed. Haha, Shame-us. They are the best! Did Theo make a slip? Hmm… we'll have to see (wink, wink). Julian's mother is under the Imperius, yes, but he doesn't know that. To Dianne: It is good to see Ginny getting over her fears and yes, Luna is the best. Cornfoot was definitely a dick, agreed. Kane's excuses may be weak, but Theo is oblivious LOL. You think I have a twist coming with Dean's father? Hmm. To Slaidback: Haha, thanks.
To GodMisha: Thank you! That's a lot of points! To Yusraa Ifhikar: Thank you! I hope your day has gotten better. Sorry, not on instagram, but I am on tumblr (breaniebree). To Guest: Thank you! Sometimes we need a bit of fluff to keep things going. To alix33: Hannah will work it out, right now she's still only thinking about it. She's afraid to get too invested just yet. To the Mandalorian terminator: Thank you! It will still be a while before Luna meets Rolf, I'm afraid. To notthatchhavi: Thank you! Dean and Seamus and omg pretty much explains everything about them LOL. I can guarantee they won't be more careful next time haha. Harry definitely thinks about Ginny's pleasure over his. He gave her his grandmother's writing chest (not her quills, those were new). Thank you! To gemini614: Haha, no, Theo won't miss him either LOL. Thank you! To scrappy8: Thank you! Luna can always help! To Bluerain22: Neville can be totally hot! Doesn't Theo's spa day sound great? I need one LOL. Breakfast in bed and the gift was lovely and yes, then it got even better!
To Nuno Neves: Thank you! It was a good step for Hannah. She may want to wait until marriage to have intercourse, but it doesn't mean she doesn't want to try other things. I love Harry and Ginny being protective over Theo. Thank you! I agree. People often forget how good Harry is for Ginny and only focus on how perfect she is for him. They help each other and it's beautiful. Their smut is hot and I'm not ashamed to admit it! Thank you! To Ellieoryan7447: Thank you! I think Hannah that was too surprised at Dean and Seamus to focus on anything else lol. No, Hannah has never actually said the word orgasm. Kellan is trying with Dean. We'll have to see what happens with them. As to Dean and Seamus, nope. They don't care who interrupts them, they're not stopping LOL. Theo is blissfully ignorant. He has the worst gaydar ever which Ginny addresses later on. Haha yes, they do talk and do cute things in between the orgasms. You're right, a couple months apart was a lot for them. Thank you! I think her riding his fingers was very hot as well. Harry is definitely obsessed! I loved having Ginny compare Harry listing off breakfast food as dirty talk; so glad you appreciated that line! Thank you! A part three! Wow! I feel extra special! He did give her his grandmother's writing box because he is so sweet!
To pix25: Thank you! To WinkingSkeever: Thank you. To ellyann13: I'm glad you're still enjoying you're re-read (I am loving the reviews!). Luna definitely got just as much from Neville's explorations as he did. Harry does make Ginny feel safe and she makes him feel safe as well. They are soulmates. Haha, Michael was definitely a rebound for Ginny, she just didn't know it. To Mackie919: He definitely didn't deserve Theo, but Theo needed him to help him bridge the gap to Sebastian. Harry and Ginny are definitely back to where they were pre-potion! To JamesTKent: Thank you! I will gladly be the curator of the Hogwarts Smut Channel haha! To shivani: It was rude of Stephen, but Theo is free! Thanks for saying the smut was hot. I'm so glad you loved that line! Thank you!
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CHAPTER THREE-HUNDRED AND THREE:
The One With the Anonymous Wizard's Pages
November seemed to fly by. Between classes, homework, Quidditch, Defence Club, and Head duties, Ron felt like everything was a huge blur. Hermione was working harder than ever and spending hours doing extra homework that he didn't understand why she felt the need to do. Harry and Ginny were back to their disgustingly happy selves, snogging constantly in a way that made him want to throw up, but since his best mate had a sloppy grin on his face most of the time, he wasn't going to complain. No one deserved to be happier than he did. And he knew his sister was finally back to herself as well, but he'd rather not think about her snogging someone, even if it was Harry.
The second Quidditch match of the year was between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Slytherin won by ten points which meant that the next match in three weeks would be Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Ron was looking forward to a good match. Harry drove the team hard with tough workouts that left him sweaty and sore in a way that he always appreciated and hated at the same time. He decided to shower in the Head dorm after practice when he saw his best mate push his sister back against the wall of the change room and kiss her. There were some things he really didn't need to see. He grabbed his kit and broom and headed back to the castle.
The cold November air helped cool him down after a gruelling practice, but he was still sweaty as he stepped into the common room, looking forward to a nice hot shower. He found it empty and assumed his girlfriend was once again locked in the library, studying like mad. He pulled his Quidditch practice robes off, loosening the string of his trousers as he headed to the bathroom just as Hermione stepped into the common room. Her arms were full of at least ten books and she had her heavy bag over her shoulder which looked even more full. Her brown eyes moved over his sweaty torso and the shirt in his hands and she let out a tiny squeak of surprise, dropping all of the books to the floor.
Ron's lips curved. "Hey, Hermione." He tossed his shirt over his shoulder, leaning casually against the door jamb. "See something you like?"
Hermione rolled her shoulders back and moved into the room, carefully putting her bag down on the table and picking up the books she'd dropped. "I finished my Arithmancy paper and was working on the Potions paper. I found three books on advanced potions and one has a really interesting article on creating antidotes that was actually written by Fleamont Potter and published in a potions journal in the late 1960s."
"Cool," Ron said, untying the string on his sweats now and opening them completely so that they fell low on his hips.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly.
"Quidditch practice was good," Ron said. "I'm just feeling like I need to clean up a bit."
She nodded, her eyes on the fine ginger hairs that trailed down his stomach and into his low trousers.
He grinned and dropped his shirt to the floor, moving across the room to stand in front of her. The moment he did, he took her hand and placed it on his bare chest. Hermione's fingers curled.
"Take a break with me, Hermione," he said, bending his head to kiss her jaw.
Hermione's hand slid down his chest, teasing the hair that lowered into his sweats and let her hand slide right down into them and grip him. "You're a bad influence."
"I know you love it when I'm all sweaty from Quidditch."
"No, I don't," she said, her hand massaging him.
"Liar," he said, kissing her jaw. "You took one look at me all sweaty and wet your knickers."
"Ron!"
"You did," he said, his lips trailing over her jaw. He slid his hands around her waist, sliding down her tights and under to cup her between the legs. He could feel her arousal through the cotton and he smiled in triumph. "Told you."
Hermione attempted to move away from him. "I don't have time for a break right now."
Ron's hands gripped her bum, squeezing as he pulled her closer against him. "That's usually when you need it the most." He nipped at her mouth. "Come help me wash up."
"I… I have things to do," Hermione insisted.
Ron lifted her hips, hiking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I have better things for you to do." He gripped her arse more securely, relishing in the softness of her round bottom. "Much better things."
Hermione kissed his bare shoulder, her tongue teasing the freckles there. "Ron…"
Ron simply carried her into the bathroom, tugging her jumper over her head as he sat her on the counter. Hermione's lips continued to glide over his shoulders and down his arms. Ron slipped her bra off her shoulders and when the hook didn't cooperate, he simply ripped it off, dropping it behind her and massaging as he went. He kissed her when she protested the broken bra and let his hands massage her shoulders. As usual, he could feel the tension in his girlfriend. He dragged his big hands over her shoulder blades and the back of her neck, kneading. She let out a deep groan, her head falling forward into his chest.
"Relax," he said. He took a fistful of her hair, lifting it to kiss her neck.
His mouth moved lower as he bent to suckle her breast. Hermione made a mewling sound as his hand slid into her tights to stroke over her. He teased her a moment before he pulled her tights off and then her knickers, leaving her completely exposed on the counter. Hermione pulled his face to hers for a long kiss and Ron kissed her jaw.
"Stay there."
Hermione bit her lip, eyes on him as he moved away to turn on the shower. In one quick move, he'd dropped his sweats and his boxers with them before moving towards her. He carefully lifted her off of the counter and slid her down his body, making them both groan before he led her into the shower with him. The hot spray made them both sigh and then Ron was pulling her close and kissing her again.
They kissed under the water, taking their time washing and soaping each other up between kisses. Then they rinsed each other off, still kissing and stroking before they finally shut off the water and dried off. Ron led Hermione out into his bedroom, sitting on the bed. He made to tug her down with him, but she gave him a push and he fell back onto the covers with a grin.
"Going to have your wicked way with me?"
Hermione urged him onto the bed properly before she straddled him. "For starters."
Then she began to kiss her way down his chest and when she reached his pelvis, he gave her a breathless chuckle only a moment before she took him into her mouth. Ron's hands slid into her bushy hair.
"Oh, fuck, Mione," he groaned.
She bobbed her head, meeting his eyes as he stroked her hair. She sucked on his tip and he groaned before urging her away.
"That's going to end this much too soon."
Hermione's eyes were dark as he flipped her beneath him, hands gliding up her thighs and his mouth pressing against her left nipple. His fingers slid around, stroking her and slipping into her. She tossed her head back and made a 'mmm' sound. Ron kept working his fingers, his eyes on hers and then he moved his hands away, lifting her legs up.
Hermione gasped in surprise when he moved her legs up over his shoulders. "Ron!"
"Does that feel okay?" he asked her.
She only nodded and then gasped again when he slid into her. Merlin, Ron thought. Bloody hell, this was just… he was so deep and so… she felt fantastic. He cupped her bum in his hands, rocking himself in and out of her as she panted. He pulled out, brushing her clit in a teasing way before slipping back into her; she groaned.
Ron knew what she liked now. After lots of exploration, they were getting good at knowing each other's bodies. He moved one hand off of her arse, moving his fingers into her slickness as he pumped in and out of her and when he began to rub her clit, she groaned.
When he felt her finally let go, he lost it, slamming himself in and out of her as quickly as he could until he finally crashed, collapsing on top of her when he did. Hermione moaned, whimpering when he pulled her legs down, turning and snuggling her close.
"Okay?"
"Mmm, I don't think I can walk, but otherwise yes."
Ron chuckled, kissing her. "That angle was brilliant."
"Agreed," she whispered.
Ron's hands roamed up and down her back, kissing her shoulders. "See, we both needed that."
Hermione kissed him before she sat up. "But you broke another bra."
His lips curved. "Not my fault those blasted contraptions are so difficult to unhook."
"Well, you better learn because I'm running out of bras. You can only repair them so many times you know."
"You love it when I rip them off," he said, stretching out on the bed with his hands behind his head.
Hermione made a tutting sound but the blush at the nape of her neck told him he was right. "Be right back."
Ron watched her slip out of bed and grab his robe, wrapping it around herself. It amused him that she wouldn't walk around naked. Not even for a second. He stretched out in the bed, sighing in satisfaction and wondered if she would be up for another go before dinner.
"Grr!" she exclaimed from the bathroom, making him frown and sit up.
He moved from the bed, his long limbs getting him to the bathroom in seconds. He leaned against the doorjamb, amusement crossing his face as he realized that she was trying to brush her hair. Her unruly curls were even more unruly than normal. He could see the knots in them around her head which he knew was because he hadn't let her dry her hair properly before shagging her senseless. He tried not to laugh at her obvious discomfort.
"This is what happens when I don't dry my hair right away!" she exclaimed.
Ron moved up behind her, kissing her shoulder. "You look sexy as hell though."
"With hair like Medusa?" Hermione scoffed. "Please, don't patronize me!
"I'm not," he said, planting kisses down her arms as he pushed the robe down. "Very sexy."
The robe fell off of her shoulders and Hermione made to hold it up at her waist but Ron's mouth was already on her breasts.
"Ron… I need to deal with this monstrosity!"
"Absolutely," Ron said, his tongue trailing across her nipple. "Later."
She attempted to grab her brush, but his mouth wrapped around her breast and she squealed. Then he was kneeling in front of her, opening the robe, and using his mouth. Hermione grabbed his shoulders for support as his tongue moved over her.
"Ron…" she breathed. "Oh, Ron…"
Ron grinned against her, licking more thoroughly. She was close when he finally stood up, kissing his way up her stomach and over her breasts as he did before he lifted her back up onto the counter and slid into her.
Hermione clung to him, her nails raking down his back. She locked her legs around his waist, hips bucking against him and her teeth biting his shoulder as she came. Ron finished a moment later, holding her close as they caught their breath. He dragged a hand through her bushy hair.
"This is the best Saturday in forever."
Hermione smacked his arm and he moved away from her to let her hop off the counter. She pushed him out of the bathroom to clean herself up, tugging the robe back on. He flopped back down onto the bed with a big grin on his face.
Yeah, it was definitely the best Saturday he'd had in forever.
~ ASC ~
Theo looked up at the knock on his dormitory door and offered a smile for Daphne, he recognized the beautiful young woman at her side from the common room, but he didn't know who she was.
"Hello, and who have you brought with you?"
"This is Astoria, my sister."
"Hello," Astoria said, kindly, her lips curving in a smile that made her even more beautiful than she already was.
The girl had long thick black hair worn halfway down her back and hazel eyes. She still looked a bit like a girl, but with a woman's body that told Theo she had only recently started to fill out.
"Lovely to meet you, Astoria. I can already see that you're more pleasant than your older sister."
"Only about ninety-five percent of the time," Astoria said.
Theo smirked as Daphne shot her sister a look of annoyance.
Daphne tossed her bright blonde hair over her shoulder. "I told Tori you could help us, but she won't give me an answer until you answer all of her questions."
Theo urged them inside, closing the door behind them. "I'll answer as many as I can."
Astoria took a seat at his desk and turned to look at him. "It's my OWL year and I don't want to fall behind. I want to write them in June."
"I hope you will get to write them in June, but as of right now, I can't promise that. What I can promise is that you will be updated on your studies and will have access to people who can help you with anything you might not understand."
"Will I be able to go outside?"
"Of course!" Theo said. "You'll be on a private property where you must stay, but you will have a large area to frequent."
"If I need anything, how will I get it?"
"Ask," Theo said. "There will be other people living there as well as a house elf."
Daphne pursed her lips. "And you're positive that she'll be safe there."
"Daphne, you have to come with me!" Astoria exclaimed.
"Tori, we've been over this! I have to keep you safe and I'll be working with Pansy in Apricity Lane."
"But Father will make you marry that horrible old man!"
Daphne offered a smile for her sister. "Don't worry. I will get out of that, keeping you safe is what matters!"
Theo shoved his hands into his pockets. "Daphne, there would be room for you as well if you —"
"—I need you to keep Astoria safe, Nott. Pansy needs me at her shop right now."
"And what do you need?" Theo asked.
"For you to keep my sister safe," Daphne repeated.
Theo nodded. He knew that look. There was no reason to argue with her when he knew she wasn't going to agree. "And when will Astoria be disappearing?"
"I want to finish the term," Astoria insisted. "There's only a little over a month left and Father would expect me to return home for the holiday."
"But instead of going home you'll come with me," Theo said. "We can do that."
"I will be slowly taking some of her things from our home. Our house elf has been helping me. Can I give them to you?" Daphne asked.
"Yes," Theo told her. "I can take them. The offer will be open for you as well, Daphne."
"It's about Astoria," Daphne repeated. "Tori, you cannot breathe a word of this to anyone! Do you understand?"
"I know," Astoria said. "I'm not a complete moron, Daphne."
When Daphne began to bicker with her, Theo hid his smile. He rather liked Astoria Greengrass already. Theo bid them off and when they left, he took a slow breath. He needed to let Draco and Blaise know another witch was coming their way in the next few weeks.
~ ASC ~
Harry woke suddenly, fighting the urge to vomit. He swallowed the bile, his body trembling as he blinked in disorientation. He couldn't remember where he was for a moment, but the feeling of Ginny cuddled next to him sent a wave of calmness over him. Right, the tower room, he remembered.
They had come up here after Quidditch practice with the intention of studying until dinner, but a nap had seemed like a good idea instead. He turned on the large sofa, burying his face in her breasts as he held her tightly, relieved to find her there beside him. She was in black velvet tights and one of his jumpers, her hair in a messy bun, thick socks on her feet and he thought that she looked breathtaking.
She was here.
She was with him.
It would all be all right.
But still, he held her tighter.
He felt her wake next to him, her fingers threading through his hair, but still he didn't move. His heart was racing and the bile was still just sitting there in his throat. The dream about Ginny taking the potion had come back and Bellatrix…
"You're trembling," Ginny whispered.
Harry nodded, breathing in the scent of her and not moving.
Ginny pulled the blanket up more securely around them. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Harry opened his mouth to say yes before closing it again.
Her fingers gently weaved in and out of his hair as he clung to her. He didn't know how long he stayed like that in silence, but eventually his trembling subsided and he fell back asleep, his face still pressed between her breasts. He woke a little while later to find Ginny sitting up, his head in her lap. She had a textbook open and was making notes for Advanced Muggle Studies. She felt him stir and placed the book down, grabbing his glasses.
Harry gave her a half smile as she pushed them onto his face. The last week between them had been perfect. They spent time snogging and touching, both of them eager to please the other, maybe even more so than before. Ever since she'd spent the night with him last Saturday, she'd let him touch her three other times. He loved it and he loved how open she was with him again. He didn't see a trace of that fear there. Of course, now it was him having bad dreams.
He let out a slow breath, dragging his fingers through his hair.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" she asked, gently, her eyes examining him carefully.
"Fine," Harry said, clearing his throat as he sat up. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't," Ginny assured him. "My nap was the perfect length. I figured I needed to get started on my homework." Ginny moved her books away and grabbed his hand, holding it over heart. "Want to talk about it?"
Harry shrugged. "It was nothing. Just a dream. I don't even remember it."
Ginny's brow furrowed. "Harry… you were shaking like a leaf in a storm." She reached a hand over to cup his cheek. "You can tell me anything, you know that."
"It's not important," he insisted. "Just a dream."
Ginny didn't look convinced. She moved into his lap, linking her arms around his neck. "Harry, I know that it was more than just a dream. You said the name Bellatrix. Twice. Was it about Sirius again? Has that nightmare returned?"
Harry swallowed. "It's stupid."
"To still have nightmares about one of the worst days in your life? Absolutely not."
"No, it…" His neck heated.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Okay. If it was just a dream and you don't want to talk about it, I won't make you. But if you change your mind, I'm always here to listen. Whenever you need to talk."
Harry rested his forehead against hers. "I know."
They sat like that, Ginny just holding him for almost five full minutes. She made to move away, but he pulled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She didn't say anything. She only held him. It was exactly what he needed to get the words out.
"It wasn't about Sirius."
"The graveyard?"
"No. I mean, partly…"
Ginny ran her hands up and down his back in a comforting motion.
"The night you were given the potion… she used the vines on me again in the hall."
"I remember," she whispered.
"She likes the vines," he said. "She likes to hurt people when they're immobilized like that."
Ginny only continued to rub his back, saying nothing.
"In the graveyard, she sewed my mouth shut and she tightened the vines. They cut into my skin and… I mean, she did it again, but this time, she…"
His breathing was heavy. Ginny's hands roamed up and down his back in soothing strokes. Her lips were pressed against his hair.
"She was making some comments about me not being a child anymore and she… groped me. Made some comment about how with a cock like mine, I was clearly a man. She made some threats about the Dark Lord liking to watch and how she was going to ride me in front of him. Let a few Death Eaters rape me. Pointless taunts, you know?"
Ginny didn't speak, she only held him. He went quiet, his heart racing against her chest. He was quiet for so long that Ginny wondered if he'd fallen asleep. She turned her head to look at him and he rested his forehead against hers.
"I… I got an erection."
"When she touched you?" she repeated quietly.
He nodded, his eyes wide in disgust. "Sometimes I remember at night and I… I think something's wrong with me. She's a horrible, disgusting woman! I want her dead, Ginny! She's done so many horrible things. She murdered Sirius! And she touched me, threatened me, and I got hard. What's wrong with me?"
Ginny brushed her nose against his. "Not a single thing."
He frowned, his hands running down her arms. "You don't understand."
"I do," Ginny interrupted. "And so do you. Have you told anyone about this?"
"Uncle Remus… but only a few weeks ago."
"Harry, you can't push everything back and down like that. You have to talk about this stuff. If I've learned anything from Na'eemah it's that letting it fester makes it worse."
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "Never. Why would you even think that?"
"Because I got an erection when she touched me."
"Harry, yesterday you got an erection at breakfast."
"That… how do you know that?" he demanded.
Ginny's lips twitched. "Your lack of excitement to stand for class, the shifting, and of course, you just confirming it for me right now."
"Witch," he muttered. "That's not the point."
Ginny giggled. "I think it is the point. What did Remus say?"
"That it's perfectly normal to have an erection when someone gropes you and that it doesn't mean I enjoyed it."
"Exactly," Ginny said. "Are you worried that I would think you fancy her?"
Harry kept his arms around her. "I don't fancy her. She's a psychotic murderer."
"I know," she said.
"And I didn't like it," he said. "I didn't… I didn't ask her to touch me."
"I know," she repeated.
Harry took her hand and with his eyes on hers, carefully placed it over his crotch. "I only want your hands here."
She smiled, keeping her hand placed over him. He knew that she understood he needed it there. "I know that, too."
Neither of them moved. Harry's forehead was pressed against hers again and her hand resting over him.
"After I have the dream… sometimes I'm still hard. The first time I took a cold shower and made it disappear. But… sometimes I can't and I… I think about you."
"Oh?" Ginny asked.
"I think about your hands on me. Your mouth."
"Do you now?"
He nodded. "It… makes me feel better, to think about you."
"I'm glad," she told him.
"When I think about you, I don't feel dirty or disgusting. I feel… right."
Ginny's hand was still resting on his groin. "Do you touch yourself?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"And you think about me?"
"Yes."
"And does it make the dreams go away?"
"Yes," he whispered a third time. "You always make the dreams go away."
Ginny brushed her lips across his. "And when you come?"
"It's you," he murmured. "It's always you. Thoughts of you. Your name on my lips. Always you."
Ginny kissed him, moving her hand up his chest to rest over his heart. "Harry, I love you. You can tell me anything."
Harry nodded, kissing her cheek. "I just didn't want you to think less of me because she…"
"I would never think that," Ginny told him. "Do you think less of me because Rabastan Lestrange groped me? Or because the diary Horcrux of Tom raped me?"
"What? No!" Harry exclaimed. "Why would you think that?"
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "So, it makes sense for me to think less of you because of an unwanted sexual advance, but it's not okay for you to think less of me?"
"No! Yes! No, I mean, no! It's just different."
"No, it's not," Ginny said.
Harry stared at her for a long moment as he took in her words. She was right. It wasn't different. "No, it's not," he agreed. "I'm sorry."
"I forgive you," she said. "But if you imply that I can't take care of myself again, I might hex you."
His lips curved. "I know you can take care of yourself. I also know that I can take care of myself."
"And yet we both sometimes need help," Ginny admitted. "We've both been in situations that were out of our control and it doesn't mean it's our fault. It took me a while to realize that."
He knew that she was right.
Ginny kissed the tip of his nose. "Good." She reached behind her to grab his Transfiguration book. "Now, time to study."
Harry made a face and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. "I'd rather be doing something else."
"I'm sure you would," she said, slipping off of his lap and onto the cushion next to him.
"How about we make plans to study after dinner and right now," he said, dancing his fingers under the hem of the jumper, "we spend some very important quality snogging time."
Ginny smiled. "Oh? I suppose we do have a lot of lost time to make up for?"
"So much lost time," he said, leaning in to kiss her neck. "Hours. Days. Weeks of lost time."
Ginny placed her hand on his chest. "Harry, we also have a lot of homework to do."
He pouted. "You sound like Hermione."
Ginny pressed her lips to his for a quick kiss. "Homework now. Then after dinner, we'll talk about that quality snogging makeup time."
"Talk?"
"Yes," she said. "With our tongues inside of each other's mouths."
Harry snorted. "I fucking love you, Ginny Weasley."
Ginny opened her Advanced Muggle Studies textbook again. "Well, I fucking love you, too, Harry Potter. Now, shut up and study."
Harry kissed her cheek before he opened his book, stretching his legs out onto the coffee table. As usual, Remus had been right. Talking to Ginny made him feel better and lighter in ways that he hadn't realized he'd needed to feel better and lighter about. She was his best friend and the woman he loved and he would never take her for granted.
Not even for a second.
~ ASC ~
Harry stepped into Remus' rooms at Hogwarts the next evening and was greeted with the sight of Tonks sprawled across the sofa. She had a big bowl of crisps on her stomach, head and hands moving to the loud music that was blasting throughout the room. Harry recognized Billy Idol and shook his head in amusement.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"What?" Tonks yelled.
Harry flicked his wand to turn down the music a little. "I said, are you enjoying yourself?"
"I am," Tonks said. "Remus had a staff meeting. How boring."
Harry chuckled as he moved to sit on the other end of the sofa. He reached for a crisp, but she snatched the bowl away.
"Your godson wants salt. No touching."
"You know when Zee was pregnant she wasn't nearly as touchy about her food."
"Good for Zee," Tonks said, crushing on another crisp. "What are you doing here?"
"Ginny's doing homework with Luna and Colin so, I thought I'd come talk to Uncle Rem about the Defence Club. I didn't know that you were here."
"We're staying at the castle tonight," Tonks told him. "But like I said, McGonagall called a staff meeting so I was entertaining myself while he was gone."
"I appreciate the music. Very Sirius-esque."
Tonks' smiled widened. "Sirius did always have excellent taste in music. Who doesn't love some Billy Idol? So, what's up with the Defence Club? Last I heard you were running students into the ground with a regimented fitness regime that made them want to cry."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That's an extreme exaggeration."
Tonks winked. "Not from what I hear. So, what's happening?"
"We did the physical fitness part for the first two months, but I've stopped most of that. I just wanted to emphasize the importance of staying strong while fighting. It did help and now running them through Uncle Rem's obstacle course, everyone can hold their own while duelling for the full three hour session, give or take."
"That's good. That's the kind of training you'll go through in the Academy next year."
He nodded. It's what he was hoping to do, but he also knew how hard it was to get into the Auror program as well. "Yeah, that's what I'm hoping. We've also extended the sword fighting and archery for those who are more comfortable in that way. The second through fourth years in particular are good at the archery. It gives them a way of contributing without duelling if something were to happen."
"I love that idea!" Tonks told him. "I tried archery once, but I tripped and shot Moody in the arse."
Harry snorted. "You? Clumsy? I'm shocked."
Tonks stuck her tongue out at him. "Listen, brat, don't mock me."
"Why not? It's so fun."
Tonks munched on more crisps, poking his hip with her foot. "I'm choosing to ignore you. Hey, can you grab me some of those chilli flakes from the cupboard?"
"You want to add chilli flakes to your crisps?"
"Harry, when you can carry a tiny human in your body, then you can judge me. Give me the flakes before someone gets hurt."
Harry shook his head in amusement, but did as she asked as Twisted Sister began to play on the wireless. Harry heard the volume increase a moment before Tonks began to sing loudly and rather off-key.
Harry tapped his fingers to the music as he hummed along to the familiar beat. He passed her the flakes as she jammed and then he grinned.
"What?" Tonks asked, opening the lid and pouring chilli flakes over her crisps in abundance. "I don't sound that bad! I'm not as tone deaf as you."
Harry bit his lip, wincing at the thought of her crisps. "No, that's not it. I just had a potentially genius idea."
"Oh?"
Harry kissed Tonks' cheek. "Enjoy your crisps and music."
"Wait!" Tonks exclaimed. "Tell me the idea!"
Harry shook his head. "Trust me. If it works, you'll know."
He left her staring after him in annoyance as he moved to find Seamus and Dean. Two minutes later when he was done explaining his idea, Seamus' eyes widened.
"I fecking love that!" Seamus exclaimed.
Dean nodded. "Me too. It will be the exact thing that we need to rally the troops if Voldemort attacks the castle."
"He will," Harry said, his eyes on his friends. "As long as I'm here, there's a possibility."
"Harry, why did you have to go and piss off a Dark Lord?" Seamus teased. "You can't just live the simple life, can you?"
Harry stared at his friends for a moment. Despite Seamus' teasing comment, it made his jaw clench. "I've contemplated leaving, Seam. It would keep the school safe."
"No, it wouldn't," Neville said from the doorway. "Hogwarts is power, Harry. Everyone knows that. Dumbledore had power from this school and Voldemort wants that power. What better way to get the power he craves than to control the school that molds the population? Whether you're here or not, Hogwarts has always been on Voldemort's radar. He will attack this school, it's not a matter of if, but when."
Seamus nodded. "Nev's right, which is why this plan of yours is only that much more bloody brilliant and I know exactly how to put it into action."
Harry let out a slow breath. "All right. Let's put it into play. What's the first thing we need to do?"
Dean slapped his hands together. "Excellent! I think the first step is talking to Theo. We need to see how many fae we can get back here for training if we want those archers ready. We've only been practicing on what they learned last year."
"Done," Harry said.
As he listened to his friends coordinate the plans for an attack, he suddenly realized that no matter what happened next, they would be ready for it because Neville was right. It wasn't an if, it was when, and when that moment came, Voldemort wasn't going to know what hit him.
~ ASC ~
Ginny was attempting to write her newest article in the office of the Hogwarts Herald when Theo came in and sat on the corner of her desk. He picked up one of her quills, twirling it between his fingers.
"I'm bored. Come out and play with me."
"I can't," Ginny said. "I really need to finish these articles by tonight or Colin will have my hide."
"It's true," Colin said, looking up from the desk across the room. "This has to be done tonight."
Theo sighed dramatically and hopped off of the desk. "What am I supposed to do then?"
"Homework? Go for a walk? Hang out with Luna?"
"Luna's snogging Channing. Where's your boyfriend? I'll make him entertain me."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "He's playing chess with Ron."
Theo wrinkled his nose. "That's boring. Unless they're naked. Are they naked?"
"I highly doubt it," Ginny said.
Theo hopped up onto the desk again. "Did I tell you that I bought these new sleep pants from Pansy's shop? Silk and gorgeous. They're comfortably baggy and cling to me like a second skin at the same time. It makes my arse look bleeding fantastic!"
Colin grinned. "I don't know, Theo. You didn't even make the top three."
"Top three what?"
"Best Arses of Hogwarts," Colin said, tossing him an article.
Theo jumped up to get it when it fell on the ground. "Why do you think I can catch things?" he whined before he flipped the paper over and the bored expression on his face changed to glee. "Oh my gods! Who wrote this?"
Ginny shrugged, her eyes on her notes. "We don't know. Someone anonymously submitted it to the paper and Colin and I thought that it was too perfect to pass up. Carlyle agrees and we think that we're going to publish it in the next issue."
Theo began to read it aloud, grinning the whole time.
Hogwarts Wizards Pages — Too Fit Not to Fancy!
We've decided to compile a list of the most delectable and fit blokes that grace the halls of Hogwarts and of course, who has the Best Arse. To show our delicious choices, we've even gotten some great photos to showcase our very fit and prime choices of Hogwarts' Top Wizards!
Honourable mentions. We can't in good conscience write this list without including the two seventh year Slytherins, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. The blond Aristocratic Adonis with his beautiful blue-grey eyes, sexy pout, and great arse is certainly missing around the halls when it comes to great eye candy. And don't even get us started on the Incorrigible Italian! From his sexy smile to his ability to charm every person he met out of their knickers in mere seconds, Blaise Zabini was sexy and he knew it! These two sexy blokes are dearly missed and may they rest in peace!
Now, let's move onto the Top Ten Best Arses of Hogwarts!
Number Ten falls to Justin Finch Fletchley or "Juicy Justin" as we like to call him! He has an arse worth mentioning. From his dark hair to his wide smile, this seventh year Hufflepuff is always kind and considerate. He's friendly, smart, and nice to look at it. His juicy caboose deserves a second look and puts him in tenth place on our list!
Number Nine is Zany Zack! Zack is full of sass, but he's only one of Hufflepuff's most handsomest men and he's a sixth year. "Zacarias Smith" with his light blond hair, brown eyes, and charming smirk definitely deserves a little attention. He plays Quidditch, is known for his sarcastic comments, and loves chocolate covered anything. I wouldn't mind keeping my eye on his behind anytime!
Number Eight goes to the Creative Chatterbox known as "Colin Creevey." The sixth year is all messy blond curls that you're dying to get your hands in and stunning blue eyes. He's thin and lean with a charming smile and runs the school paper. His photography skills are off the charts and he always has a kind word to say to anyone. This Gryffindor sure looks good walking away!
Number Seven is the Chivalrous Caregiver "Channing White," both gorgeous and charming. This sixth year Ravenclaw is part of the Frog Choir with the voice of an angel. He loves animals as we've all seen him taking care of magical creatures by the forest, and oh yeah, dark blond hair, hazel eyes, and a physique you can admire including one very tight behind! Anyone else notice how nicely he fills out his trousers because we certainly have!
Number Six is "Michael Corner" or Magnificent Muscle. Michael is not only a star Chaser for Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, but intelligent, and fit! Have you seen him working out? He likes to stay fit and it shows! Watching him do pull-ups in Defence Club or push-ups on the field is enough to make anyone want to take a second look. Dark hair, blue eyes and oozing with charm, it's easy to see why this seventh year fell onto the scale!
Number Five is Naughty Norfolk otherwise known as "Theodore Nott" and he's definitely what we call swoon-worthy! From his dark hair and dark eyes with long lashes to his kind smile and loud laugh, he knows how to have a good time, even for a seventh year Slytherin. Not to mention his absolutely perfect arse! Anyone else see him walk by and want to pinch that perfection? Don't worry, we're all thinking it! We've definitely had some naughty thoughts about Nott!
Number Four goes to "Ron Weasley," the Knightly Keeper! From those broad shoulders to an arse hard enough to bounce a Galleon off, Gryffindor's Head Boy is one hell of a catch! Have you caught him shirtless after a Quidditch match? We have and we've seen him help first years with a kind heart, heard his big laugh, and have we mentioned he's a chess champion? Go on, challenge him to a game! If you're lucky, you can slap that tight behind as a congratulatory win when he defeats you!
Number Three belongs to "Anthony Goldstein," the Intelligent Idol. From his beach blond hair to his bright blue eyes, this seventh year Ravenclaw Chaser has a fit body designed for the beach! We don't know how he keeps that delectable arse looking so good spending so much time in the library, but Goldstein can study us day or night!
Number Two is "Dean Thomas," the Amazing Artist who has the lean, tall body of a fit bloke. His beautiful long fingered hands make anyone wonder what they'd feel like on their body. With a talent to draw anything, those dark sexy eyes, and full lips are made for kissing. Gryffindor's seventh year Thomas may not have the best arse, but the rest certainly makes him one hell of a catch! He gets second place and our vote to ask any of us to pose for him, any way he wants!
Number One needs no introduction. Sexy Somerset otherwise known as the Chosen One, "Harry James Potter!" The sexiest bloke in Hogwarts, no question. From that head of messy black sex hair to those piercing emerald green eyes, he's gorgeous from his head to his toes! Even his glasses suit him! Quidditch has made Potter all lean muscles, abs of steel, not to mention an arse so perfect we want to sink our teeth into it! Potter gets the number one slot for being too damn sexy for his own good!
Anyone else have another selection to add to our Wizard Pages? Let us know!
Theo was snorting as he read it. "You can't actually publish this!"
"Colin wants to."
"Well, Colin and I both made the list. We're sexy."
"No, I believe you're Naughty Norfolk," Ginny corrected.
Theo smirked. "Naughty Norfolk, I do kind of like that. Where did they even get these photos though? That's me sitting in the library and that's me bending over to pick up my bag! My arse does look bloody good in this photo, but where were they hiding to take this?"
"They were hiding," Ginny said.
Theo ignored her and pointed to the other photos. "There's a candid photo and a close-up photo of each one of our arses. I might have to add this to my wank bank."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Anyway, it's too bad the photos aren't better. Other than the one of Harry posing from the summer, the others are clearly random candid shots from around the school."
"Do you want me to bend over and you can snap a new one of me right now," Theo turned around and bent slowly over. "Oh no, I dropped my quill. Hold on a second."
Ginny snorted. "You better bend towards the photographer then."
Theo adjusted his stance and winked at Colin. "What do you think?"
"You need tighter trousers," Colin said, making Theo shoot him two fingers.
"I love this one of Harry posing," Theo admitted, his finger on the photo of Harry. "You did a great job of capturing him like this, Colin. Those delicious v lines, the naked chest… I'd lick him up."
"Will you stop drooling over my boyfriend?"
"Never," Theo promised. "How did they come up with these names? I mean, okay, Naughty Norfolk is obviously perfect for me and Sexy Somerset was from the paper over the summer, but the rest?"
"No idea," Ginny said. "We don't know who wrote it."
"I think it's brilliant and mortifying at the same time," Theo said. "We have to find out who wrote it!"
"I agree," Colin said. "And to be honest, I don't know how McGonagall will react to us publishing it because I really want to publish it."
"I want to know how some of these people even made the list. Smith? Really?" Ginny said, disapproval in her voice.
Theo shrugged. "You just want to hate him because of Stephen."
"No, I want to hate him because he's a pompous prick," Ginny corrected.
"What about Goldstein?" Colin said. "How did he make the list?"
"He's nice," Ginny insisted. "Hermione says so."
Theo didn't look convinced. "Fine, he's nice, but there's no way he's better looking than me."
"Really? You're taking the vain route?"
Theo scoffed. "Hey, I may not be no Sexy Somerset, but you have to admit, I'm not bad looking and I have a fantastic arse! Way better than Goldstein! Those new sleep pants I bought from Pansy fit me like a glove and I know it."
"He's not wrong," Colin said. "In fact, I'd even go as far as to say that Theo's arse is as good as Harry's."
Theo eyes widened. "Let's not talk blasphemy here. The writer says Harry's arse is biteable and that's entirely accurate."
"And what you think your arse isn't biteable?" Colin asked.
Theo's eyes glinted mischievously. "Oh, it's definitely biteable, but it's more of a good place to put a good sized broomstick if you know what I mean."
Ginny's cheeks flushed as Theo winked and Colin laughed.
"What?" Theo said, innocently. "Is anyone here surprised that I like to bottom?"
Colin chuckled. "Not even a little. But for the record, I agree. Best arses are definitely Harry, Ron, and you, hands down. Goldstein should be lower on the totem pole. Thomas' lips definitely put him at the top, but that bloke has a nonexistent arse."
"Yeah, Thomas is flatter than a board. It's Goldstein's blue eyes and that floppy blond hair that makes him all attractive," Theo said. "Why do they always go for blonds?"
"So, you two think that we should publish this then?" Ginny said, interrupting them before they started more comparisons she didn't want to hear about.
Colin shrugged. "It could be fun. Can you imagine what people would do with this? The school could use some cheering up."
Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment. "I just had a terribly good idea."
Theo frowned. "The fact that you just used the word terrible in front of good doesn't bode well for me."
"What if we use it to raise money for a charity?"
"A charity?" Theo said, cautiously.
"Yes," Ginny said. "Like what about the St Mungo's Charity for Children? Christmas s coming up in a few weeks and Colin, you just wrote that article about how they desperately need funds because of the increase in orphans that have been finding their way to them."
"But how would we use it raise money?" Colin asked.
Ginny's brown eyes twinkled. "We make a calendar and sell it to the students."
Colin's eyes widened. "A calendar? You mean… get actual posing photos?"
Ginny nodded. "Exactly. There are twelve months and this person did pick twelve names."
"Zabini and Malfoy don't go here anymore," Colin whispered. "Not to mention they're dead."
"So? It could be considered an old photo. Theo, would they pose?"
"Blaise, no question. Hard part will be getting him to keep his clothes on. Draco might take some more convincing. But even if they don't, I have some great photos of them we can use. I have one of Blaise completely starkers but with a Santa hat sitting over his —"
"Noted," Ginny interrupted. "We have old photos we can use for them."
"The real question is how are you going to convince Harry to do this?" Theo asked, his eyes twinkling.
Ginny merely winked. "Don't worry. We'll get this done."
It was easier than Ginny thought. By the end of the first day, Ginny and Colin had set up photo sessions with Michael, Smith, Finch-Fletchley and White all for the next day.
"What are you thinking, Ginny?" Colin asked.
"Shirtless definitely," Ginny said. "Play on what the anonymous author wrote about them."
Colin agreed and they got to work. It took a week to get all of the photos done. Theo laughed during his photoshoot, insisting on wearing his new black silk pyjama bottoms and nothing else. They really did cling to him in just the right way, Ginny thought as he posed on his bed in the Slytherin dorm.
Theo had opted to lie on his stomach, head resting on his lovely arms and showcasing his naked back and firm behind. Ginny messed his hair up a little for him and he grinned.
"Falling for me, yet? I'm hoping this photoshoot gets me at least one decent snog."
Ginny grinned. "You look great, Theo. Now smile."
Instead of smiling, he merely gave a sexy pout and Colin grinned. They did a few more poses around his bed, even getting bold enough to do one of him with one arm tied to his bed post with his Slytherin tie while his other hand rested on the waist of his pyjama pants.
"Damn, Theo. You do look good in these," Colin whistled.
Theo jumped off of the bed. "I can't wait to see how great I look! These have to get me a snog or two!"
Ginny grinned. "When did you suddenly become so desperate for a snog?"
"I don't know," he said, shrugging. "Just be nice to have someone is all."
Ginny kissed his cheek. "You'll find him, Theo."
"Can I have Harry for a bit while I wait?"
"No," she said, her eyes twinkling.
"Worth a shot," he said, winking. Theo hugged her close before he pointed to Colin's camera. "As soon as those are developed, I want to see them."
"Deal," Colin said. "Can you still get me to see your friends on Saturday for a photo shoot?"
"Absolutely," Theo said. "As long as you can keep yourself from jumping Blaise's bones."
"I have a girlfriend," Colin said in exasperation.
Theo shrugged. "We'll see. I know how charming he is. When are we going to get Harry to pose?"
"After Quidditch practice on Saturday. I'll get him there," Ginny said.
Colin raised an eyebrow. "How are you going to do that?"
Ginny smiled. "I will. Trust me."
~ ASC ~
The last thing that Hermione expected to find when she returned to the Head dormitory was her boyfriend half lounging on the sofa wearing nothing but his Quidditch trousers and getting his photo taken by Colin Creevey. Theo was sitting in the chair across from him ordering instructions on how to move and her eyebrows rose when she saw Theo run his fingers through Ron's hair to make it look more tousled before Colin continued to snap photos.
"Did I miss something here?"
Theo jumped to his feet and took her books from her. "Not at all! We're doing a little photo shoot. Doesn't our Head Boy look delicious?"
"A photo shoot?" Hermione asked, still eying them skeptically. "Why exactly?"
"I'll explain," Theo said. "Colin, you good?"
Colin waved him off as he snapped another photo. Hermione waited for an explanation but when Theo only gave her a look, she made an exasperated sigh and led him back into her bedroom. Theo immediately moved to her vanity to look in the mirror.
"Lovely room. You certainly get fancy digs, Miss Head Girl."
"Why are we taking photos of Ron?"
Theo grinned and plopped himself onto her bed. "So, an anonymous writer submitted an article to the Herald listing who they believe have the top ten best arses in Hogwarts, with two honourable mentions given to Blaise and Draco, obviously."
Hermione closed her bedroom door. "And now you're doing a photo shoot…?"
"Ginny's idea, actually," Theo said. "They voted on publishing the article and in the meantime, we decided that we should take better photos of the blokes chosen as honestly, these candid hidden photos did not do us justice."
"Us?"
"I made the list," Theo said, rolling over to smack his arse. "I have a great arse!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "So, you're taking better photos…?"
"Yes," Theo continued. "Front and back so we can see why we were voted the sexiest wizards. We just have a few more to go and we're hoping to finish up tomorrow and Saturday. I'm helping Colin with the posing. I know how to make our men look just the right amount of sexy."
Hermione's lips twitched. "Ron is already very proud of his arse. I don't think feeding his ego is wise."
Theo grinned. "Weasley has a fantastic arse and should be proud of it."
"Don't encourage him," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
Theo wiggled his eyebrows. "He looks bloody sexy out there. We're making calendars with the photos and we're going to sell them to the student body. Give the money to the children's charity. Weasley's going to be Mr March."
"How sexist of you."
Theo grinned. "Hey, if it's successful, maybe we'll do one for the witches too. Come on, Granger, the article is just in good fun and the calendar's for a good cause."
"It is," she agreed. "How are you going to convince Harry to do this?"
"Oh, I'm leaving that entirely up to Ginny," Theo said. "So, have you worn the nightie yet?"
Hermione blushed.
"Aw, come on! I know you look incredible in blue!"
Hermione shook her head. "Every time I think about it, I chicken out. It's not really me."
"That's why it's fun," Theo said. "Dress up, look sexy, and seduce your man. He won't know what hit him."
Hermione still looked hesitant.
Theo grinned. "Why don't you put it on now? Colin will be another twenty minutes tops and Weasley will be all sexy looking in just those tight trousers. It would sure be a surprise for him."
Hermione hesitated. "I have a lot of work to do and I don't know if it's really a good time for me to be —"
"— Seducing your boyfriend," Theo interrupted. "It's always a good time for that. Go on, put it on. I'll distract him until you're ready."
Theo winked at her before he left her alone in her bedroom and Hermione let out a slow breath. He did have a point. It was the end of November and she was ahead in most of her studies. She could use a break. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out the sapphire blue nightie, blushing as she looked at it.
Five minutes later, she stood in the nightie, admiring the way it cupped her breasts in the mirror. She unpinned her hair, letting it curl wildly around her face and over her shoulders before she turned down the bed. Before she could change her mind, she stretched out onto the bed on her back, lying on her arms and she waited.
She waited less than ten minutes before the door opened and Ron stepped in.
"Hermione, can you believe it?" Ron exclaimed, a wide grin on his face. "They wanted my photo because I — blimey!"
Hermione blushed as he stood in the doorway, eyes wide in amazement as he stared at her with a dumbstruck expression on his face. "Is that a bad blimey?"
Ron closed the door behind him and immediately crawled onto the bed. His large hands slid up her smooth legs, over her thighs, his eyes wide in wonder. "Nothing about you is ever bad. Bloody hell, when did you get this?"
"My birthday," she admitted. "I just… I haven't been brave enough to put it on."
Ron's blue eyes darkened. "You're a fucking goddess."
"Stop swearing."
His lips curved as his hand slid under the nightie to find her naked. "No." Then he bent his head and slid his tongue over her folds. She trembled beneath him.
"Ron…"
He smiled, kissing her there. "Yes?"
Her brown eyes met his and she shook her head. "Don't stop."
Ron's smile was slow. "Don't worry. I'm going to take very good care of you."
Hermione's hands fisted in his hair as his mouth covered her again. He licked her achingly slow, drawing out every stroke of his tongue while his finger followed. Hermione knew that he was going to do more than take good care of her. When his tongue began to move faster, twirling around her clit, her hips arched off the bed and when he stopped, lifting the nightie to kiss her stomach, she groaned.
"Your tits look amazing in this," he said, sliding up her body to kiss them.
"Mmm," she moaned. "Ron… don't tease me."
He grinned. "Where's the fun in that?"
Hermione pushed his Quidditch trousers down his legs and found him naked beneath. "You didn't wear any pants beneath for the photo shoot?"
"Theo said it made my arse look more firm."
Hermione grinned. "Theo just wanted to ogle you."
Her hands slid down to cup that arse and she squeezed. He did have a great behind, she admitted. It was firm and beautiful and she did admit that she spent a great deal of time staring at it. From the splattering of freckles over each cheek, to how good it looked in his tight Quidditch trousers… he did have a great arse. She especially loved to hold it in her hands when he was inside of her.
Ron's fingers found her again and she moaned. "Once you start thinking again, I have to put a stop to that."
"I wasn't thinking," she insisted.
He rolled his tongue over a nipple, his eyes on hers as his thumb brushed her clit and she gasped. "That's right, Hermione. Mine."
His hardness pressed against her thigh and she slid her hands over his behind.
"Mmm, Ron, I want you inside of me. Please… now…"
Ron undid the laces on her nightie, exposing more of her breasts, rocking himself against her thigh. "Soon."
Hermione groaned as he teased her, running his cock along her folds but not giving her what she wanted. She squeezed his arse tighter, moving her other hand around to grip him.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
Ron's eyes widened in surprise. "Did you just say the f — mmmm," he groaned as she guided him inside of her. Her legs locked around his waist and when he began to move, she moaned.
It amazed her how good he felt inside of her. It was like this perfect feeling of completion that she couldn't explain. He felt so good and full, she thought as he began to move faster.
"So good," he moaned. "Oh, gods, Hermione, so… I'm so close."
She was right there with him, but she knew if he was telling her, he wanted her to come first. She pressed his hand over her clit and when he began to take care of her, she made a whining noise that surprised her. Then she felt that little wave that started it all and she shuddered beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure drove over her and Ron lost it, his hands fisting in the sheets as his hips moved in tandem to finish. He collapsed against her, his breathing heavy.
Hermione blew her curls out of her eyes as she attempted to catch her breath, her hand still gently cupping his arse.
Ron lifted his head to press a kiss to her shoulder. "So, you agree then? I have the Best Arse in all of Hogwarts?"
She laughed, squeezing his butt cheek. "Ron, this arse is mine and that's what I think."
He grinned and kissed her shoulder again. "It is yours and it's fucking fantastic. I can't wait to see everyone's face when I'm number one on that list."
"Did they tell you that you were number one?"
Ron scoffed. "Please. With an arse like this, I'm clearly number one. Hands down."
Hermione kissed him. "I love you for more than your arse, Ron Weasley."
He gave her a cheeky grin. "It's all right. I know how much you check it out on a regular basis."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed to clean herself up. "I take it back. This article is a terrible idea for your ego."
Ron simply stretched out on the bed, arms behind his head as she admired his long, lanky frame and broad shoulders. Her eyes moved down the muscled torso with the fine ginger hairs and down to his long length resting against his thigh.
"Admit it, I'm a Keeper."
Hermione bit back her laugh as she threw a pillow at him and wondered what she would do if this amazing man wasn't here to keep her sane.
~ ASC ~
Ted looked up when he heard someone Apparate near the wards. He patted his wife's leg as he got up to see who it was. He frowned when he recognized the figure of Snape standing just beyond the property line.
"It's Snape."
"What?" Andromeda exclaimed, jumping to her feet.
"And he has both legs," Ted added. "Imagine that. Stay here."
"Don't be daft!" Andromeda said, moving behind her husband. The look he gave her only made her grab his hand. "Let's go."
Together they walked hand in hand, wands out towards Snape. His dark gaze met theirs as they approached.
"Tonks," he said curtly. "Are they here?"
"No," Andromeda whispered. "But they're safe."
"You have two legs, fancy that," Ted said.
Snape sneered. "I assure you, it did not come without a price. Now if we're done with pointless frivolities, I came to tell you that there are three particular witches I want to remove as soon as possible. The problem is that they're the most well protected and the most badly treated of all of them. Now that they've given birth, I feel like there's a sliver of a chance at getting them to safety only because of the fact that their husbands should be leaving them somewhat alone."
"You don't have anything to say for yourself," Andromeda exclaimed. "Not a word about Horace or Minerva. Not a word about what you put that Weasley girl through. It's been months since anyone has even heard from you!"
Snape's expression betrayed nothing. "We all have a job to do, Andromeda. Now, are you willing to help me with these witches and their babies or not?"
Ted touched his wife's arm. "We are. What's your plan?"
Snape stared at Ted for a long moment. "It won't be a matter of sending them to you this time. With newborns, it will be harder to transfer them. The children are barely two months old."
"We want to help them," Andromeda insisted.
Snape nodded. "They're in France. I think that I can get them to the property line safely, but they cannot leave through Floo or portkey without alarming others. I think the only way out is to walk."
"And that's a problem?"
"With two newborns, yes. Potentially three," he corrected. "I'm still working on the third. I want to make sure that when they get off the property they won't be easily found."
Andromeda nodded. "Where in France?"
"In Paris. On the edge of the city."
Ted looked thoughtful for a moment. "We can take Muggle transportation. Move them through the city and back into England without anyone knowing."
"You can't use a portkey," Snape warned. "There are are spies in the department."
"Who are the spies?" Ted inquired.
Snape ignored him. "It won't be for a few more weeks at least. Can I trust you two to meet them?"
"Of course!" Andromeda replied. "Who are they?"
"The two wives of Crouch and I'm hoping the wife of Rabastan Lestrange."
"Why hoping?"
"She's fallen into his web of lies," Snape said. "She does nothing without seeking his approval and I'm worried that she will do something before we can get her out, not to mention the fact that her in-laws have decided that they want to play grandparents to the child. But if Millicent and Hestia leave and Rabastan finds out that she didn't stop them… he very well might kill her. She gave him a son and he has no more use for her at the moment."
"And the other two?"
"Daughters," Snape said. "Crouch is livid, but the healer warned him not to attempt to get them pregnant again immediately, but I'm sure you can guess how well he listens."
Ted nodded. "We'll be there. For the six of them."
Snape pursed his lips. "This time is not like the others. If they're caught trying to escape and if you're caught with them, there's nothing that I can do."
"We understand," Andromeda told him.
Snape nodded. "I'll send word when I know more, but you'll both need to be in Paris as soon as I send word."
He Disapparated before either of them could say anything else.
Ted wrapped his arms around his wife. "Guess we're going to Paris. Haven't been there in a few years."
"Or a decade and a half," Andromeda supplied. "We went for our ten year wedding anniversary, remember?"
"I do," Ted said, kissing her forehead. "I seem to recall a bed bigger than life, endless shopping, and my very beautiful wife having many, many orgasms."
Andromeda's eyes twinkled. "I seem to recall that too."
Ted tilted her head up to kiss her. "How about I take a few days off of work and we go to France a few days early? See some sights. Do some shopping. Make love. We can check out the area and figure out our plan to get the witches and babies to Wiltshire. Make love again. We can even do some shopping for our new grandbaby. Make love some more. What do you think?"
"I think it sounds perfect," she said, kissing him again. "And I think we should take the ferry."
"I agree. We have to be cautious about this one, Andromeda. Maybe talk to Dora, see if we can get some Aurors undercover in case it goes wrong."
"Yes," Andromeda agreed. "I'll ask her to come by after work tomorrow."
Ted kissed her again. "It's worth the risk, isn't it, love?"
"It's worth the risk," she agreed.
But when Ted held his wife close again, he wondered just how much of a risk Snape was holding back on this particular excursion.