The Inculcators

By

Snuffles4Eva

A/N: I'm searching for a new name and description – can anyone oblige?

Disclaimer: Lily Luna Potter. Should've been Lily Ginny Potter. Is it?

….

Harry stood looking at his wardrobe, trying to decide whether to go smart, or casual.

'Harrrryyy'

'Ginny will you stop moaning?'

'You usually like it' She all but purred.

He didn't answer. She slinked into the room, and collapsed on their bed. Harry noticed she was wearing his favourite t-shirt and jeans, but decided to ignore them, in hopes of a quiet life.

'Seriously dear, you're meeting your old transfiguration Professor. It shouldn't be this hard. You're not dating her, for Pete's sake'

'Still sore about that, love?'

'I was never sore about that'

'Gin, you were jealous of a 100 year old lady'

'Well, you were flirting shamelessly. Even McGonagall noticed'

'At least I can answer my own question now' Harry muttered.

'What was that, Potter?'

'Nothing, dear'

'Really?' Ginny raised a delicate eyebrow, and Harry turned to look at her. She was laying on the bed, watching him, a sceptical impression on her face. She got up from the bed, and approached Harry, a predatory glint in her eyes, that only he really knew. He gulped, and took a step backwards, now backed up fully to the wardrobe. She smirked, seeing he was trapped, and advanced faster, soon toe to toe to him. He looked down at her, and she smiled evilly up at him. Still searching for a way out, he glanced around, but only saw the wardrobe. 'Great' he thought 'the one time you wish that Narnia, that place in Dudley's old books was real, it isn't'.

'Stupid darn fairy tales' he said under his breath.

'Fairy tales?' She looked confused for a second, before her smile returned, and she put her arms around his neck 'I don't think you need them, love'.

He stood completely still, not knowing what his, somewhat spontaneous, wife was about to pull on him. Slowly she inched upwards, her lips hovering dangerously close to his skin, until they reached his ears. She whispered something, and his eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, his breath hitched, and his throat became very dry.

'What was that, Weasley?' He managed to croak out.

'I resent that' Her lips hovered millimetres away from his.

She pulled back, smirked at him, and sauntered out of the room, wiggling her hips in a way she knew drove him crazy.

He groaned. He still had nothing to wear.

…

Ginny was lounging around in a chair, admiring the clock her mother had given her on hers and Harry's latest anniversary. It was similar to the one her mother had, only different faces on the 'spoons' and different places around the face of the clock. Hers was currently placed on 'home'. Harry's was on 'in small trouble'. Ginny smiled. She loved to tease her husband.

She waited a little longer for Harry to come down, before she began to get bored.

'Hurry up, you'll be late for your date' She yelled.

'Jealous' came the answer.

'Am not' she yelled back up to him.

'So are' He replied

'I hate it when he's right' Ginny muttered.

'What was that, honey?' Harry stood at the bottom of their stairs.

'Wouldn't you like to know?' She smiled a bit too sweetly, before walking out.

Harry scowled.

….

'I always remembered Hogsmeade as being a kinda, more, well, deserted and boring place' Ginny remarked, looking at the bustling street.

'Boring?' Harry questioned 'We had our first date here, you know'

'Did we?'

'Don't you remember?'

'Really?'

'Yep'

'My, we were boring idiots back then'

'It was your idea!'

'You drugged me'

'No I- Wait, what?'

'I'm thinking a little too much Ogden's and then 'Oh, Gin, will you come with me to Hogsmeade?' Simple as'

'I did not drug you!'

'Then why did we come here on a date?'

'Because 1) there was nowhere else to go, and 2) are you saying I'm boring?'

'Why yes, yes I am'

'So you regret dating me?'

'I reckoned you drugged me'

'But you agreed to marry me'

'Ogden's'

'Back to this theory again?'

'Yeah. I think it's remarkably close to the truth. Besides marriage does have its perks' she smirked at Harry, and surveyed him with a critical, but practiced eye.

'Like my amazing body'

'What amazing body? Where?' Ginny pretend to look around frantically, as Harry dropped her hand and turned to face her.

'Gin, if you keep acting this way, then I think I might just be inclined to leave you for someone who appreciates me'

'Honey, no-one appreciates you more than I do, trust me' she smiled saucily up at him 'you couldn't get anyone better'

'No-one?'

'Not one'

''Cos I was thinking, somebody like, hmmm, Cho Chang'

'And her best friend, pimple face'

'She appreciates me'

'Ha! You couldn't deal with someone as weepy as Chang'

'I do like someone with a little fire…'

'And this is where I come in. I have the red hair and everything'

'Consider McGonagall, say'

'EWW! She's over a 100! Merlin, Harry'

'I s'pose I prefer her younger than me, or at least not 70 years older than I am'

'I'm still here'

'So I guess that leaves us with Luna'

'Honestly Harry, Luna? You could do a whole lot better than that. She'd drive you nuts – 'nargles', and what not'

'Damn. That brings me to a conclusion'

'Please elaborate, oh wise one'

'You, Ginny Potter, are the one and only perfect woman for me'

Ginny turned to him.

'It took you that long to figure it out?' before she suddenly jumped on him, kissing him furiously.

He broke the kiss. 'I always was a slow learner' were his only reply, before she claimed his lips again and they stumbled into an abandoned alley way, out of sight of the prying public.

…

'Will we reach Hogwarts before dark, do you think?' Ginny turned to her husband.

'Not if you keep making, what you conveniently call 'breaks', no we won't. It's only 1ish anyway'

'But Hogwarts is miles away' Ginny whined

'Not if we use our heads'

'What do you mean use our heads?'

Harry just smiled to her, as she felt a sharp tug on her navel, and suddenly they were standing in the Entrance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

'How did you do that?' she exclaimed 'and, an even better question, why didn't I know about it?'

'Well, being close friends with the headmistress does have its upsides' he winked at her, and walked off down the oh-so familiar hallways.

She growled and followed him.

…

Harry and Ginny meandered the familiar hallways of Hogwarts, slowly making their way up to Dumbledore's former office, one that now belonged to the new headmistress: Minerva McGonagall. Harry was looking frantically around, searching for something. Ginny watched him with some confusion.

'What're you looking for, love?' She asked, genuinely wondering why he was acting so strangely. But before he could answer, a certain small face walked around the corner they were approaching.

'Mum? Dad?'

…

A/N: Shorter than the other one, I know, and I sincerely apologise, the next one will be longer, I promise. I just felt that was a prudent place to leave it… The next one will be quick, I think, though.

Just another note on the name and description; I am sincerely looking for a new one for both, so I would love to hear suggestions from y'all out there, so please tell me! Also it's a heads up that his might be renamed, so don't go thinking you've got the wrong story!

Thanks and Merry Christmas to y'all out there! Have a lovely holiday!

Snuffles4Eva

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