A/N: thanks for all the reviews favourites and alerts. Hope you're enjoying this sequel, feel free to message me with any suggestions. Thanks for reading. This chapter mentions Harry and Ginny's kids- so far they only have 2 and are not planning on a third.

Chapter 2

"Holy shit! The Lion is here?" Ginny exclaimed before she could stop herself. She knew she couldn't let her admiration for a man her best friend abhorred show, but it was very hard to rein it in.

Godric Gryffindor was one of the most famous and most successful wizards in history and Ginny understood the attraction of power- it was what had attracted her to Harry. But when she'd actually seen Godric, at Salazar's trial, she had almost been breathless with his fierce beauty. The golden brown eyes were framed but harsh, chiselled features and long golden blond hair.

Given the way her best friend was now staring at her, she had missed whatever Hermione had said next. Shit. She needed to focus better.

"Err what was that, Mione?"

"Salazar is worried Godric is coming for me, apparently that's his usual M.O." Ginny tampered down a flare of jealousy. Everything always had to be about Hermione. Hermione had been allowed to hunt horcruxes with Harry; Hermione had snagged a founder as her husband…

"We'll catch him before that, don't worry Hermione." Or at least, she would capture him. He was her ultimate idol, more than Harry had been when she had first met him all those years ago. Godric was the founder of her Hogwarts house, his history was legendary and his rugged features were unparalleled. Oh yes she wanted to meet this man.

After reassuring Hermione that she would be on the lookout, but never alone, for Godric, Ginny bid her farewell and headed to Diagon Alley. As if she was going to wait for Harry to come home with Godric on the loose; she was just glad her mother had the kids.

Not seventh child of a seventh child for nothing, Ginny's magical abilities would have been recognised had she not lived in the shadow of Hermione Granger. Ginny was particularly good at picking up magical trails (a gift that would have come in handy on the horcrux hunt if she'd been taken along as well) and she soon scented a trail that tasted so foreign, she knew it must be Godric's.

She followed the trail down a side alley as she struggled to contain her tremors of excitement. He was close, she could feel it. She had just turned a corner when she was grabbed from behind and pushed roughly against the brick wall.

"Are you tracking me, little witch?" A deep voice growled in her ear. This had to be him, it had to be!

Despite her shortness of breath, her excitement increased. "Godric Gryffindor?"

He inhaled a long breath before letting out a low, sinister chuckle. "So you were tracking me. Few have that ability. Even fewer have that courage- or stupidity."

He spun her around to face him; one hand casually grabbed her throat and tightened painfully. She looked up into those hypnotic golden brown eyes that held the same fire, the same madness she kept hidden in her own.

How bad it was that his hand on her throat sent shivers of pleasure through her when there should be shivers of fear. How bad she felt that the man who was here to hurt her best friend was exciting her when no other had- not even her husband.

Thinking of Harry sent a small spike of regret through her, though nothing as severe as it should have been when she was picturing this man naked before her, under her, over her…

His nostrils flared and his eyes widened, as though he'd read her thoughts. A dangerous grin eased its way onto his face. The hand that wasn't gripping her throat reached up to cup her breast, hard. So hard it hurt. He probably meant to cause only pain but Ginny felt the pleasure of the pain, the pleasure that outweighed the pain. A rush of heat, a pooling of wetness between her thighs. Harry had never handled her this roughly, none of her previous lovers had.

She saw Godric frown at her reaction before tearing his hand away from her throat and burying it in her hair. She closed her eyes in surrender, then tore them open again as he used his grip to force her head roughly to the side. His head lowered to her neck, inhaling. He roughly licked a spot on her collarbone before biting it, hard. Once more pain and pleasure racked her body.

"Oh God," Ginny heard herself moan as her hips undulated for him.

His low chuckle echoed around her again. "That's right. Say it again." He lowered his mouth to her breasts, her robes tearing apart to give him access as he lowered his lips to her breast and bit her even harder.

"God. Oh God." Ginny cried out even as she tangled her own hand in his hair to grip him to her. That seemed to pull him out of whatever trance he was in. He snarled and tore his head from her gasp before turning around and stalking out of the alley without another word.

Ginny still leaned against the wall, her breath coming in heavy pants as she missed the sensation of him so close to her, the pleasure-pain that he had brought her.

Slowly she calmed and remembered Harry, her husband. If he ever found out about this… She would hate to see his reactions, he was very possessive of her and this would break his hard. Righting her robe, Ginny forced herself to apparate home- ironically located in Godric's Hollow now that they had decided Grimmauld Place was no place to raise to children. Harry would pick the children up on his way home from work, he always did. Meanwhile, she would try to forget what had happened early, a futile mission if she'd ever had one.