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After the Battle
Chapter 10: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Ginny awoke slowly and realized she had a huge grin on her face. She gave a little shudder, "I'm Ginny Potter!" she screamed in her mind. She gave a little giggle and turned to look at her husband.
"My husband," she sighed.
She let her gaze sweep all him that she could see, the sheet bunched down around his waist. She tenderly ran her fingers over the new scars on his chest. First the oval where Slytherin's locket had embedded itself and then the new lightening bolt centred over his heart.
She had to clamp down tightly on her emotions or she knew she'd start crying. She found it incomprehensible that he'd sacrificed himself and let her think he was dead.
She was still a little angry at him for that, even though she knew why he'd done it. It had still hurt beyond belief and she thanked all that was holy that he had survived once again. She was sure that it would have broken her if he hadn't.
She pushed those melancholy thoughts from her mind, choosing to concentrate on the sexy wizard that lay next to her.
Smiling mischievously, she lightly trailed her fingers down his body, slipping her hand under the sheet.
She felt him stir but he didn't awaken so she let her hand drift even further down, gently touching his manhood with one finger, grazing it with the barest of butterfly touches.
She felt his manhood start to react to her, slowly growing and hardening.
"Merlin's Balls," Harry gasped softly as his eyes snapped open.
Then he smiled at her. "What a wonderful way to be woken up," he grinned.
"You'll have to return the favour sometime," she replied impishly.
"Umm, I can't wait," he said huskily, reaching over and pulling her head to his so he could thank her properly.
Ginny moaned as he kissed her and she felt her own desire rising.
"You really are an insatiable little minx, aren't you," Harry breathed, his eyes dancing.
"When it comes to you, yes. I think I'm addicted to you," Ginny giggled softly.
Harry captured one of her breasts with his hand while the other began to stray over her taunt belly.
Ginny groaned and suddenly pushed away from him. "Stop," she cried quietly.
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Sorry, I need to use the loo," she explained, blushing deeply as she rolled away from him and jumped out of bed as she ran to the loo. Crying over her shoulder, "Don't forget where we were and I'll be right back."
Harry watched her beautiful bum as it retreated from his view and chuckled as he lightly stroked himself so that he'd be ready once she returned.
A few minutes later he heard the door to the loo open and he turned his gaze upon her again.
She took several steps toward him.
"Stop!" Harry cried.
Ginny froze, her turn to look confused. "What?" she asked bewilderedly.
"Godric, you're so beautiful," he murmured breathlessly as his eyes raked over her body.
What really caught his eye was she was still wearing the garter belt and stockings and he loved the way it framed her centre as it had her delectable bum.
"I can't believe you're still wearing them," he said, gesturing toward her.
Ginny looked down and giggled. "We got so involved I never got to take them off and then we fell asleep," she grinned.
"Well whatever the reason, I love seeing you like that. You look so damn sexy," he marvelled.
"So, are you saying you'd like me to wear them more often?" she asked coyly.
"I think you should dress like that all the time," Harry replied roguishly, his eyes gleaming.
"I'll consider it," Ginny replied, smiling widely as she got back in bed.
Harry pulled her to him, replacing his one hand on her breast and the other on her stomach. "If I remember correctly, this is where we were," he muttered as he began to explore her body once again.
"Umm, you certainly seem to have a good memory," Ginny cooed, loving what he was doing to her.
Harry's hand continued down, pausing to play with her fine, silky soft nether hair.
Ginny squirmed as Harry played with her hair and while she was enjoying it, she wished he'd let his hand continue down and get to where she really wanted it to be.
Soon, Harry's hand left the small triangle of Ginny's fiery coloured, silky nether hair behind and his fingers slid across the smooth, soft skin of her nether region. Ever since her fifth year she had been removing most of it, just leaving the small patch that Harry had been playing with.
As she matured into puberty, her hair had always been sparse and she found she liked it smooth so when she ended up masturbating after her heavy snogging session with Harry, it was easier to get to her slit and pleasure nub.
If he only knew what he had done to her, she'd probably lost her virginity long before she actually did, though it wouldn't have changed who she gave that gift to.
She moaned as Harry teased her nub out of its hood and she felt herself becoming wet with her desire.
Ginny broke her kiss with Harry and started to kiss along his jaw and down onto his neck, something that he heartily approved of judging from the appreciative sounds he was making.
Feeling mischievous, she gently nipped his shoulder over his collar bone, eliciting a hiss from her lover.
"Witch, is that how you want it?" Harry hissed rhetorically as he rolled over on her and nipped at her neck, right below her ear.
Ginny growled as the pain/pleasure shot through her and she briefly thought "That's going to leave a mark. Hopefully no one will notice."
Then Harry's lips traced a path down to her breasts where he nipped her nipples though she was thankful not nearly as hard.
It still sent sensations rocketing through her and she felt the fire inside her growing larger and larger.
Not to be out done, Ginny pinched Harry's nipples, hard.
He snarled and positioned himself between her legs, his rock hard manhood coming to rest at her sopping opening.
With a forceful thrust he seated himself more than halfway inside of her, causing her to groan as his massive member stretched her to her limit.
"Oh Fuck, Harry, that's it," she groaned out deeply, loving the way he was taking her.
Harry growled deeply in his chest as he began to work himself deeper into her until he was completely sheathed inside her tight velvety tunnel.
As soon as he was, he began to piston in and out unrelentingly.
Ginny moaned out in ecstasy as she felt him driving into her very core, filling her body with the most wonderful, exquisite sensations.
She knew at the pace Harry was going at that she wouldn't last long and she didn't think he'd last much longer either.
Ginny felt the fire in her grow to a roaring inferno and she couldn't believe how much higher her pleasure seemed than the night before. Her world shrunk to Harry's body pressed on top of her and the red hot hard shaft that was inside of her, giving her the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.
OH Fuck Ginny!" Harry cried out as his release hit him and he plunged in as far as he could, holding himself there as he poured his essence into her.
Ginny felt Harry's fiery fluids explode into her, setting off her own release and she felt herself tumbling off the pinnacle. It seemed to go on and on until she thought it would never end and she found herself crying at the intensity of it all.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ginny slowly became aware of her surroundings again. She smiled contentedly but then it quickly turned into concern as she felt and heard Harry coughing hoarsely.
"Are you all right?" she asked worriedly, sitting up to find Harry breathing heavily and looking rather pale.
"Could you get my bag, please. My potions are in it," Harry said breathlessly instead of answering her question.
Ginny jumped up and hurriedly brought him his rucksack. She found herself half angry and half concerned. She was really irritated that he had dodged her question.
As he downed his potions he could see the look on her face and he smiled sadly at her. "I'm sorry for not answering your question but I figured I needed my potions worse that you needed my immediate answer," he murmured apologetically.
Ginny sighed, her irritation evaporating. "I'm sorry for getting angry," she whispered, feeling guilty. "I was just so worried and it seemed you were ignoring my question."
"I didn't mean for it to seem that way, I just wanted to stop coughing and help my chest feel better," Harry sighed sadly. "I never meant to ignore your question."
Ginny wrapped her arms around him, holding him close and she could feel him still breathing a bit heavily, though not nearly as bad as before.
"We need to take it easier," she said, trembling.
"We did get kind of carried away," Harry joked lightly, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Just a little," Ginny giggled.
She suddenly saw Harry's eyes widen as he stared at her neck and he groaned softly.
Ginny closed her eyes and sighed deeply, just as she feared, she knew she had a large love bite on her neck.
Cracking her eyes open she asked," How bad is it?" dreading his answer.
Harry winced painfully. "Isn't there some sort of concealment charm?" he asked in reply.
"Yes but I never learned it as I never needed it before," Ginny groaned.
"Shite, Bill will probably kill me," Harry groaned.
"No he wont. Your my husband and allowed to do these kind of things," she giggled.
Harry looked at her dubiously, not quite believing her.
"Come on Tiger, lets get dressed. I'm sure Bill and Fleur will be here soon to take us to breakfast," Ginny laughed.
Harry flopped back onto the bed. "I'm doomed, doomed I tell you," he moaned out theatrically.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Ginny giggled.
"Promise?" Harry asked, sounding like a ten year old.
"Promise," Ginny replied with a grin as she shook her head.
Harry could face Death Eaters and Voldemort himself but the thought of her brother being upset at him for leaving a mark on her neck had him quaking like a school boy. Something she found highly amusing.
They were just about ready with Harry sitting on the bed, putting on his Dragon-hide boots and Ginny in the loo, applying a touch of make-up when Harry heard a soft knocking on their door.
"Come in," Harry called out.
Bill poked his head in the door and smiled. "At least I didn't find you and my sister still in bed," he joked with a grin.
When Harry blushed he laughed. "We'll meet you downstairs for breakfast in a few minutes," Bill added.
Harry just nodded his head, wondering if he'd get to eat a last meal before Bill killed him.
Right after Bill left, Ginny came out of the loo, still putting in one earring. "Was that Bill's voice I heard?" she asked with a smile.
Harry slowly nodded his head, feeling like a condemned man. Then he looked up and stared at Ginny with his mouth hanging open.
Ginny gave him a worried look as she got the earring in. "What's wrong? She asked with a frown, looking down at herself to see if anything was amiss.
"Godric, you look fantastic," Harry marvelled, his eyes once more raking her body from top to bottom.
Ginny was wearing a simple skirt, blouse combination but it was new, something Fleur had given her as an engagement/wedding present. The thing was, it fit her to a T and hugged her body in all the right places, showing off her curves while still being rather modest.
"Why thank you," she beamed, pleased at his compliment.
Harry stood up, still looking at her and then he gulped.
Ginny looked at him worriedly. "It shows, doesn't it?" she asked ruefully.
Harry could only nod his head, sure he was doomed.
"Damn, I thought I had remembered that concealment spell," she cursed lightly.
She gave a shrug, "Oh well, maybe Fleur can teach it to me," she added offhandedly.
Harry sighed, thinking it would probably be too late to save him.
"Come on, Oh Brave One," Ginny teased, her eyes dancing merrily.
Harry took her hand and led her out the door, hoping he did get that last meal because he was starving.
When they entered the small dining area of the Bed and Breakfast, they found Fleur sitting alone.
Harry perked up at little, hoping she could teach Ginny that spell before Bill returned but his hopes were dashed because as they sat down, Bill came back into the room.
He saw Fleur glancing at Ginny's neck with a big grin on her face.
Groaning softly, he saw Bill sit down, his gaze following his wife's.
The Curse Breaker stared at his sister's neck for a moment before shifting his eyes to Harry.
"I noticed you don't have any, um, war trophies," he grinned.
"At least not where they show," Ginny chirped mischievously.
Harry saw Bill's eyes widen slightly and then he and Fleur broke out laughing.
Fleur's eyes darted to her husband before she looked back at Harry. "Don't worry 'Arry, you should 'ave seen the size of the one 'e left on my neck on our wedding night. It was twice as big as Ginny's," she giggled.
"What can I say, my love," Bill remarked with a shrug, though he did have a grin on his face.
Harry sat there feeling awkward or at least he did until Ginny leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, wagging her eyebrows at him as she smiled.
Fortunately for Harry, no one teased him again and he relaxed and enjoyed breakfast chatting with his brother and sister-in-law and his beloved wife.
As they were finishing up, Fleur suggested that they wander around and sightsee a little before they had an early lunch so they could get to Hogwarts on time for the ceremony there.
Ginny answered enthusiastically but Bill could sense a little reluctance in Harry's reply and so while Ginny and Fleur went to freshen up (and Fleur teach Ginny the Concealment Charm), Bill asked Harry what was the matter.
Glancing around to make sure no one could over hear, Harry explained what had happened that morning.
"Merlin Harry, I know it was the morning after your wedding, but don't you think you could have shown a little restraint?" Bill asked worriedly, though his eyes were sparkling merrily.
"Have you taken a good look at your sister?" Harry countered. "I'm lucky I didn't kill myself."
Bill guffawed loudly, clapping Harry on his back. "I know she's beautiful, but I don't look at her like that," he joked.
He then looked at Harry more seriously. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern.
"I took my potions, so yeah, I'm feeling a lot better," Harry replied truthfully, choking up a little at Bill's show of concern.
Bill draped his arm across Harry's shoulders. "Don't worry, Fleur and I will keep an eye on you so you don't over do it," he said warmly.
Harry just gave him a smile, too choked up to speak at all.
Ginny and Fleur arrived and Harry saw Bill and Fleur have one of those silent conversations and Fleur nodded, eyeing him closely, a small concerned smile on her face.
Ginny noticed what was going on but decided not to comment, Harry was already feeling badly enough.
The four set out at a leisurely pace, window shopping and chatting amiably as they strolled through the small village.
They visited many of the other historic places that weddings took place, Gretna Hall, the Old Parish Church, Bonshaw Tower and the Toll Bar (the first building in Gretna Green when coming from England) and ended up back at the Historic Blacksmith shop complex.
The wandered through the expansive gift shop and Harry and Ginny ended up buying "I Got Married at Gretna Green" t-shirts along with several other souvenirs.
Bill, Fleur and Ginny kept a close eye on Harry but he seemed to be doing well and enjoying himself.
Bill and Fleur thought they were so cute, holding hands and sharing soft sweet kisses and exchanging glances. They could see how much they loved one another and wished Molly could see them and realize just how much and deeply they loved one another too.
On the way back they stopped in at the photographer's shop and picked up their wedding pictures.
They did stop and have an early lunch, just as they planned, giving them plenty of time to get changed so they could head off to Hogwarts for the planned ceremony.
Over lunch they looked through the album, enjoying reliving the memories. Everyone laughed when Harry saw the picture of him staring stunned as Ginny appeared, even Harry once he stopped blushing.
Bill had made arrangements with McGonagall and she had given them a portkey so that they could appear on the grounds and not have to walk all the way from the gate.
Harry and Ginny stumbled and would have fallen over if Bill and Fleur hadn't had a good grip on them.
"I hate portkeys," Harry grumbled, with Ginny agreeing with him.
Bill and Fleur chuckled and gave them indulgent smiles.
"They do take some getting use too," Bill grinned.
They had arrived early and saw Hagrid still setting up the chairs for the ceremony. The half giant gave them a wave and continued with his task.
They wandered toward the Castle and found Minerva waiting on the steps. She smiled at them before she hugged Harry and Ginny.
Then her looked changed, slipping into her usual stoic persona of Headmistress. "Mr and Mrs Potter, may have a moment of your time?" she asked seriously.
Bill and Fleur took the hint and wandered off.
McGonagall led them into the side room where the First Years waited to be sorted.
"I was wondering if you two were coming back this fall?" she inquired, sounding somewhat hopeful.
Harry and Ginny exchanged glances, having one of those silent conversations. Both sighed sadly.
"I'm sorry Professor, I can't see either of us returning," Harry replied, giving her an apologetic look.
"Not even if you were Head Boy, Harry, and Ginny was Quidditch Captain?" she asked pleadingly, glancing between them.
"No, I'm sorry. While it's very tempting, there are just too many bad memories," Harry replied with Ginny nodding in agreement.
Minerva sighed, giving them a wan smile. "I understand completely. I think it's going to take quite a few years before the taint of this past year will be removed from the school and in many ways it will probably never be the same," she murmured sadly.
Then she smiled brightly at the couple. "I want to thank you again for including me in your nuptials. I'm honoured that you invited me and allowed me to be a part of your wedding," she beamed happily.
"We were glad you could be there, it meant a lot to us," Ginny replied warmly.
Minerva turned to Harry, giving him an apologetic look. "Harry, while I know you hate these sort of things, would you be willing to say a few words?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry sighed with a wan smile but nodded his head, realizing that it was important for him as the one who brought about Riddle's downfall to speak.
He knew he'd made the right decision when Ginny beamed at him and gave him an intense kiss.
Minerva chuckled and smiled warmly. "I'll make arrangements for you to sit on the dais," she informed him.
Harry gave her a slightly panicked look and she rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll have Ginny sit next to you. I wouldn't want to separate you newly-weds," she chuckled.
Harry sighed in relief, not only did he not wanted to be separated from Ginny, he didn't want her sitting in the audience where Molly could find her.
With that minor crisis averted, she smiled at the couple. "Since we have a little time yet, would you care to join me for a cup of tea?" she asked hopefully.
When Harry and Ginny agreed, she led them to her office.
Harry and Ginny were pleased to see the gargoyle guarding the spiral staircase had been restored to its former glory.
They were surprised when it spun out of the way as they approached.
Minerva rolled her eyes. "I'm the legitimate Headmistress," she informed them with a chuckle.
Harry and Ginny chuckled too, remembering when a certain toad was denied access by the castle during her brief tenure as Headmistress.
Ginny was very happy to see Harry relax as they sat and chatted with Minerva, mostly reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts, even McGonagall shared stories from her time as a student.
Neither Harry nor Ginny were really surprised to hear she had been a Chaser for Gryffindor, something a bit more unusual as far fewer women played Quidditch back then.
Hearing her talk so passionately about her playing days, they could well understand her obsession with the game.
They told their old professor that they'd have to get together soon so she could see their wedding album, something that she readily agreed to and that led to them reminiscing about the wedding.
They were just finishing their tea when Minerva glanced at the clock and gave a melancholy sigh. "We should be heading down for the ceremony," she said sadly.
As they stood, she hugged them tightly. "I appreciate you spending time with an old woman and helping her have a wonderful time reminiscing instead of brooding about what is to come," she murmured warmly.
Harry and Ginny smiled, knowing that their time together had done the same for them.
The three of them made their way down and out onto the grounds. With only fifteen minutes to go before the start of the ceremony, they weren't surprised to see how crowded it was.
Harry and Ginny smiled when they spotted Bill and Fleur sitting in the front row. The couple smiled at them and motioned at the two empty chairs they had saved next to them.
Excusing themselves and reassuring McGonagall that they'd be right back, they hurried over to Bill and Fleur.
They rose as Harry and Ginny approached with Fleur hugging them both and Bill shaking Harry's hand before hugging his sister.
"We saved you seats," Bill beamed.
""Thank you, but I agreed to speak so Ginny and I are going to be sitting on the dais," Harry explained apologetically.
Harry and Ginny chuckled when they saw the surprised look on Bill's face while Fleur had a look that said she wasn't surprised at all.
"I think that's wonderful," Bill stated, once he was over his surprise.
"Oui, while I know you'd rather not, it is needed and I"m so proud of you," Fleur complimented him.
Harry blushed and looked all embarrassed while Ginny giggled lightly.
"Come on Harry. We'd better get going," Ginny said, taking his hand.
"We'll see you after the service," Harry added as Ginny led him away.
As they joined Minerva on the dais, Harry wasn't really surprised when acting Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt came over.
"You're a hard man to track down," the large dark man said with a smile.
"I've been preoccupied," Harry replied, glancing at his wife.
"No matter. I was hoping that you'd come into the Ministry and discuss what happened and maybe see if you were still interested in becoming an Auror," Kingsley said softly, not wanting to be over heard.
"I'll think about it," Harry replied, once more glancing at Ginny. "It probably won't be for a week or so as I have plans," he added.
Kingsley seemed a little surprised but nodded in acceptance, wondering about Harry's seeming reluctance.
Before he could question Harry further, the clock began to ring out the hour and Kingsley went and took his seat.
While everyone got situated, Ginny leaned over to Harry and whispered "Plans?"
Harry smiled slyly. "We have a honeymoon to go on," he whispered back, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
Ginny broke out in a huge smile, "That sounds wonderful," she breathed out excitedly.
Their attention was drawn back to the proceedings when Kingsley rose and started to speak.
Harry only listened with half an ear, contemplating what he wanted to say when his turn came. He had trouble trying to place some sort of order to his chaotic thoughts. In the end he just made mental notes of the things he wanted to say and figured he'd just speak from his heart and let things come as they may.
Kingsley finished up and introduced the next speaker, some Ministry official that Harry had no idea who the man was.
Harry quickly blocked him out as he droned on and on about the Ministry. He felt Ginny gently squeeze his hand and she smiled at him, letting him know that she felt exactly the same.
The Ministry official was followed by a couple of more people who basically rehashed what had already been said, so Harry paid scant attention to them.
His interest was sparked a little when head of the MLE spoke, telling about the short comings of the Ministry and the Auror Department but it quickly waned as he thought about becoming an Auror.
He realized it was something from his past and no longer held the same fascination it once had. He was tired of fighting dark wizards and his future lay with the warm, wonderful witch by his side.
Minerva was the next to speak and he paid close attention to her. She spoke eloquently and passionately about what had taken place, especially about what had taken place at Hogwarts and how that it could never be allowed to happen again.
Harry found his respect and admiration for her growing, something he found a bit amusing as he hadn't thought it possible.
Then came the moment he had been dreading, as Minerva finished, she introduced him as the next speaker.
He took a deep calming breath and smiled softly at Ginny when she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Steeling himself, he rose and made his way to the podium.
He paused, looking out at the sea of faces staring expectantly at him.
He ignored them for the moment though he did briefly take note of the knot of red heads seated about half way back. He let his gaze move onward, not wanting to think about them at the moment, it would bring up too may painful memories.
His eyes swept passed the audience and fell on the sea of headstones that sat behind them. He felt his eyes tear up and a lump appeared in his throat.
"So many. Too many," he thought as he stared at their stark whiteness.
He took another deep breath and hoped he'd be able to speak with how choked up he felt.
He turned his attention back to the now growing restless crowd.
"I was honoured to be asked to speak here today, as hard as some of you may find that to believe," he started, earning him a few chuckles from those that really knew him.
"Some call me a hero but the real heroes lay behind you. They willingly fought and died so that Voldemort and his followers could be defeated and we could live in peace once more."
He frowned in disgust when many in the audience and even some of those sitting on the dais gasped and recoiled at hearing Voldemort's name.
"Not only those buried here but also all those who fought and died resisting Voldemort's oppression. People like my parent's James and Lily, my Godfather, Sirius Black," again the gasps that irritated him. "Alastor Moody, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Dobby, a house elf who showed more bravery and humanity than most people I know and countless others who fought and died, doing what was right and not what was easy. They are the true heroes, not me."
"Yes, I was the one who finally finished off Voldemort, a made up name because he hated his real one because he was a half-blood, but I didn't do it alone. Without the sacrifice of all those who perished and many others who chose to fight, I never would have been able to defeat the darkest man in centuries."
"We need to remember each and every one of them, for it is by their sacrifice that we are able to be here today and we need to make a vow to do whatever is necessary to make sure that someone like Voldemort never has a chance to terrorize us again."
Harry ground to a halt, his mind blank. As he stared at the crowd, he wasn't sure he had gotten through to them.
"Thank you," he finished softly and without waiting turned and went back to Ginny.
He saw her smiling at him through her tears. He hugged her hard, feeling drained and he just wished that they could leave.
He didn't even hear as the little tufted haired Wizard who had officiated at Bill's and Fleur's wedding and at Dumbledore's service gave the benediction.
He just closed his eyes and let Ginny's warmth fill him, driving away the emptiness he felt inside.
If the crowd reacted to his speech, he wasn't aware and it was only when Minerva came over to them did he release his hold on his beloved wife, though he did take her hand, loathed to be physically separated from her.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered emotionally, hugging him tight.
Harry gave her a small wan smile, her praise meaning more to him than any accolades that the Ministry or the public could give him.
They heard the murmuring of the crowd increasing as people began to get up, some to head inside for the reception that the house elves had prepared, others heading for the gates to leave.
Harry, Ginny and Minerva descended the stairs at the end of the dais and found Bill and Fleur waiting for them. Both were smiling at Harry, filled with pride.
Minerva invited them to join her in the school for some refreshments and they all readily agreed.
As they headed for the doors they heard several reporters shouting out Harry's name but he ignored them and thankfully Hagrid was keeping them at bay.
They had only gone a short distance when they found their way blocked by a small group of red heads along with one bushy haired young woman.
Harry sighed irritably when he saw the one in the front glaring at him, her face hard and unyielding.
"Ginevra, it's time for you to come home," Molly Weasley spat.
Harry and Ginny
A/N: Well, Harry's and Ginny's morning really started out pretty good, as long as you discount his brief problem breathing.
Fortunately their time spent with McGonagall helped relax them, especially Harry.
Too bad that things took a turn for the worse at the very end.
Don't you just love a good cliffie? I do.
Please leave a review and hopefully I'll get the next chapter posted soon. LOL