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After the Battle
Chapter 20: Some Interesting Developments
Harry, Ginny and Fleur appeared outside the wards of their new home and they all smiled as they made their way inside. Fleur went into the kitchen to unpack the food she had put together while Harry and Ginny went upstairs to put the finishing touches on their bedroom.
Ginny took their toiletries and went into the bath to put them away while Harry began to unpack the remainder of the items they had brought with them.
When Ginny returned they made up the bed, hung the curtains and placed some of their personal bits and bobs around the room, personalizing the space, making it their own.
It didn't take all that long before they were done and they stood in the centre of the room, admiring what they had accomplished.
"I can't wait till later," Ginny whispered seductively into Harry's ear, wanting him to know just how eager she was to be alone with him in their new home.
"Neither can I," Harry replied happily, hugging her tightly.
They shared a quick but intense kiss before they headed down to see what Fleur was up to.
They found her just finishing up putting the food away. She smiled at them warmly. "Ezz everything ready upstairs?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Yes it is," Ginny replied unabashedly.
"Well, I'll get out of your 'air," the quarter Veela said with a smirk.
"Actually Fleur, would you please go to St Mungo's and check on Molly's condition?" Harry asked with a painful look. "Then we'd like to invite you, Bill and Arthur, if he'll come, to diner," he added hopefully.
Fleur looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have dinner alone your first night?" she inquired hesitantly.
"Yes, we're sure. Nothing would please us more than sharing dinner with those that mean the most to us," Ginny replied warmly. "There will be plenty of other nights to eat alone," she added with a smile.
Fleur rushed over taking them into a huge hug. "You two will never cease to amaze me," she cried softly. "With all that's 'appened you still 'ave so much love in your 'earts."
With her eyes clouding with her tears of happiness, she kissed them both on their cheeks before she left to do as they had asked.
As soon as Fleur had disappeared, Harry and Ginny set right to work preparing dinner. Once they had most everything started, Ginny continued working on setting the table while Harry went into the parlour and quickly cleaned it up, making it presentable.
He knew that they'd have to clean it completely later but at least it was usable and he unpacked and resized the basic furniture needed, specifically the couch, several squishy arm chairs and a couple of end tables, figuring that was enough for the time being and they'd decorate it completely later.
With dinner well underway, Ginny quickly threw together some pastry dough so she could make a fruit tart for afters and as she put it in the oven to bake the dough, Harry joined her to finish the preparations.
Everything was just about ready when Fleur arrived with Bill in tow. He gave them a sad smile. "Dad said he might join us a little later but he wanted to stay with Mum for a little bit as they got her settled," he explained sadly.
Ginny nodded in understanding but Harry could see the pain in her eyes so he went over to her and gave her a hug, holding her as she fought with her emotions.
Fortunately it didn't take her long to pull herself together and after squeezing Harry, she went over and welcomed Bill and Fleur.
As she hugged him, Bill gave her a wry smile. "You know, this isn't how I envisioned how you'd spend the first night in your new home," he teased lightly.
Ginny shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Really Bill?" she asked with a disappointed sigh. "Just what did you think Harry and I would get up to?" she countered with a small grin.
Bill blushed as he stammered, "Ah, well . . . the thing is . . . you know . . . well . . . those kind of things newly-weds get up to."
"Oh, don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for those sort of things after you and Fleur leave," Ginny replied unabashedly.
Fleur broke out with laughter at the look on her husband's face as he blushed even deeper. "Beel, I'd quit while your behind just a little," she teased.
Bill muttered something about how he should have gone with his first instinct and said nothing while Harry hugged Fleur.
He then turned to Bill and shook his hand, welcoming him to the house and thanking him for all his help in arranging for in setting up the meeting with Jack.
While that was happening, Ginny took the opportunity to hug Fleur, welcoming her officially as a guest.
Once that was done, Harry and Ginny led Bill and Fleur into the kitchen where they'd be eating. Bill halted right inside the door and smiled as he took in the room. While slightly larger and on the opposite side of the building, it looked and felt much like the kitchen at the Burrow.
The table had a lot to do with that as did the sideboard that took up part of the one wall. Yes, the cooker was different but it was also placed similarly as to where the one in the Burrow was.
He smiled at his sister who was beaming as she motioned everyone to sit down while she brought the food to the table.
He jumped a little as he sat down, taken by surprise as Harry popped open the bottle of champagne and began to pour it into their goblets.
Fleur was about to chastise Harry for opening the champagne because she had meant it for him and Ginny to christen their new home but stopped herself, knowing that the young couple wanted to share it, along with their happiness of celebrating their new house and having them over for dinner.
Once everyone was seated, Harry lifted his goblet, "To Family," he said proudly.
"To Family," the others echoed, all smiling at the sentiment and if they noticed how Harry's eyes glistened with unshed tears, no one mentioned it as they knew what he was feeling.
"To your new home," Bill toasted next, giving Ginny and Harry warm smiles.
Fleur followed with "To the newly-weds," as she eyed Harry and Ginny knowingly.
Harry and Ginny shared a glance, both blushing lightly.
Ginny finished off the toasts with "To Bill and Fleur, the best bother and sister anyone could ever wish for," causing the pair to blush lightly too.
After that, they all tucked in to the fabulous meal that Harry and Ginny had made, with everyone commenting on how wonderful it was.
They had been eating for a little while when the wards sounded that someone had arrived. Harry and Bill rose and headed for the door, where they found Arthur just about to knock.
They were just welcoming him into the house when Ginny squealed "Daddy!" as she came pelting at them at a dead run, throwing herself at her father and hugging him tightly.
"Hey Spitfire," he murmured into her hair as he hugged her back.
Ginny sighed contentedly as she snuggled into his chest, so happy that he had made it.
"Come on, we're still eating and we've saved plenty for you," she said as she took his hand, dragging him into the kitchen and forcing him down in the chair next to hers.
"Thank you, I'm famished," he said as he eyed the food with pride, before smiling at his daughter.
"Harry helped," Ginny stated, not wanting to take all the credit.
"Having a man who can cook is a blessing," Arthur remarked with a chuckle.
Of course this made Harry blush, much to the amusement of everyone else.
As they finished their meal, they chatted, mainly about the house and grounds as Arthur was keenly interested in finding all about the property.
By silent agreement they avoided talking about Molly for the moment, leaving that topic till later.
Soon everyone was done with their main meal and Ginny served the fruit tart, still warm from the oven and accompanied by a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream.
When everyone was finished eating, Ginny told the others to wait in the parlour while she and Harry cleaned up the kitchen. Of course with magic it went quickly as they levitated the dirty dishes into the sink and had them start cleaning themselves.
Ginny paused just long enough to make another pot of tea before she and Harry joined the rest of the family in the parlour.
Once she had refreshed everyone's tea, she sat down on the couch with Harry and looked at her father. "How's Mum doing?" she asked a bit apprehensively.
Arthur gave a sad sigh as he stared back at his daughter. "She's still pretty out of it and they gave her a Dreamless Sleeping potion right before I left," he informed them.
"I won't sugar coat it, she has a long way to go before she'll be back to herself but the Healers assured me that she should eventually be fine," he added with a sad smile.
"I'm glad to hear that," Ginny said with tears in her eyes.
Arthur looked back and forth between Ginny and Harry. "I need to apologize to you two. I knew Molly was acting strangely and should have stepped in and done something," he sighed, his pain showing so clearly in his eyes.
"Mr Weas . . . Arthur, as they say hind sight is 20/20. Please don't beat yourself up over what you might have or think you should have done," Harry stated compassionately. "You were dealing with the loss of a son and all that had happened. I can't fault you for not acting quicker or at all."
"Thank you Harry, I suppose you're right but I still feel I should have done something," Arthur replied with a wan smile.
"Trust me, I know all about feeling guilty about what someone thinks they should have done differently," Harry informed him ruefully, earning him a sad smile from his wife.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he glanced at Ginny before turning his attention back to Arthur. "When can we visit her?" he asked softly.
Ginny beamed at him as she blinked back her tears. While he had taken her by surprise at his asking, she realized she shouldn't have been. Harry had the biggest heart of anyone she knew.
"As much as I hate to say it, you're better off waiting until she's stabilized and acting more like herself. From what the Healers said, figure about a week. Right now she is so out of it and confused she may not even recognize you," Arthur replied, as surprised as Ginny had been by his asking.
Harry nodded sadly. "Please let us know when you think it will be okay for us to visit," he replied with a sigh.
Ginny wrapped her arm around his waist, snuggling into his side. Though she didn't say anything, she smiled at him, letting him know how proud and pleased she was with him.
Arthur drained his tea and then stood up and stretched as he yawned. "I really should be going. I'm totally knackered and will be spending a lot of time at St Mungo's in the coming days as they decide Molly's course of treatment and then there's Ron to be looked after," he stated tiredly.
"If you like, Fleur and I can help watch Ron. If you need our help, all you need do is ask," Bill stated as he rose and hugged his father.
"Yes, Beel and I will be glad to 'elp," Fleur agreed with a thin smile. While she didn't mind helping, she was still a bit embarrassed by Ron's continued reaction to her presence.
"We'll see, he is eighteen and should be able to look after himself," Arthur replied ruefully, knowing of all his sons, Ron was the least mature of them and had always relied on Molly and others to take care of things.
Harry and Ginny also rose and hugged Arthur goodbye, with Harry apologizing that they hadn't had a chance to get the floo hooked up yet.
Arthur just smiled, "It's okay, it's you first night here and I know what a chore it is to get a new household up and running. I'll be fine Apparating."
Bill and Fleur decided they'd leave too. Even though it was still fairly early, they wanted to let Harry and Ginny have some alone time.
As they said their goodbyes, neither could keep themselves from taking the mickey out on the pair.
Though they blushed, Harry and Ginny smiled, knowing it was all done good naturedly and with love.
As the three departed, they turned back and looked at Harry and Ginny standing in the lit doorway, waving goodbye, with smiles on their faces.
Arthur sighed as he smiled and waved. "They've both been through so much but I'm sure they're going to do well and be just fine. They're both so strong and they have their love for one another to help them through this rough time," he mused.
"Yes, zay are two remarkable young people," Fleur agreed, knowing that what Arthur said was true. She didn't know of two stronger people. They had proved that by weathering the storm of both the war and the fallout afterwards.
Bill just smiled, figuring that his father and wife had said enough so that he didn't need to toss in his two Knuts.
Arthur gave Fleur a kiss on the cheek and clapped Bill on the shoulder. "I'll see you soon," he stated tiredly but with a smile. Bill was probably without a doubt his most trustworthy and stalwart son and he knew he could rely on him and Fleur to help in the coming days.
With a last wave, he Apparated away with Bill and Fleur leaving moments afterwards, heading home to Shell Cottage and since it was still early, they might just get up to some of the things they suspected Harry and Ginny were going to indulge themselves with.
Harry and Ginny
Hermione sat in the bathroom, staring at the little stick in disbelief, her mind horribly blank.
"Hermione?" her mother called out through the door.
Hermione just sat there, her mind barely registering that she had heard, her eyes wide as she took in the pregnancy test.
Mrs Granger opened the door, scowling that Hermione hadn't answered but then she saw the look on her daughter's face and she felt her irritation melt away.
With a sigh, she went over and took her daughter into her arms, glancing at the indicator as she pulled the stunned young woman into her body.
"It will be all right," she whispered softly.
"I'm . . . I'm go-going to be a mother," Hermione sobbed as she buried her face into her mother's shoulder.
"So it seems but it's not the end of the world and while it isn't what I'd wish for you right now, we'll deal with it," her mother reassured her warmly.
"Dad is going to kill me," Hermione cried heartbreakingly.
"No he won't," her mother stated with a small smirk, "Though I know he's going to be disappointed," she added ruefully.
"I almost wish he'd kill me. I hate how he looks at me when he's disappointed," Hermione hiccuped, her lower lip quivering.
"I know but it's to be expected but it will pass and no matter what, he'll still keep loving you," her mother said sadly.
She then looked Hermione in the eyes. "You've got some decisions to make," she stated firmly. "And while I'm here for you, it's really up to you to decide what to do. Just remember that your father and I love you and want what's best for you."
"Thanks Mum," Hermione sighed.
After a moment of contemplation she sighed deeply. "I guess I really need to talk to Ron," she groaned.
"While I agree, I, ah, the thing is, are you sure he's the one for you?" her mother asked hesitantly.
Hermione sagged as she sighed with a soft smile. "As illogical as it seems, yeah I am. I love him and though he has a hard time putting his feelings into words, I know deep down he loves me too."
She then gave her mother a wry grin. "I know he's a work in progress but he has a lot of potential and while he isn't the most ambitious person, he'll be a great father," she added with a small smile.
Hermione's mother gave her a warm smile, impressed by the depth of emotions she heard. While Ron wasn't the man she would have chosen for her daughter, as long as she was happy, that's all that mattered to her.
"Why don't you let Ron know that we'll come over for dinner tomorrow evening so we can discuss the situation with him and his parents," she said warmly.
Hermione felt her anxiety rise but she knew there was nothing to be gained by putting it off. "Okay Mum, I'll let him know tomorrow morning," she replied a bit apprehensively.
The two women shared a warm hug. "Get some rest as I'm sure tomorrow is going to be a bit trying," her mother said quietly.
"Okay Mum, and thanks for your understanding," Hermione replied, suddenly feeling totally knackered.
"You're welcome, love," Mrs Granger replied, kissing her daughter on the forehead before she rose and left.
Harry and Ginny
Arthur sighed when he appeared at the Burrow seeing the lights on in the kitchen and parlour. He'd forgotten that he'd told Ron to be home in time for dinner and he hoped that his son managed to find something to eat.
He stopped and stared around as he entered the kitchen. It was in a word, a disaster. Every available surface was covered with debris from Ron making himself something to eat.
Nothing had been put away with meat, cheese, bread and the flagon of pumpkin juice scattered everywhere. Basically it looked like a cyclone had hit the room.
Arthur huffed in irritation, while pleased that his son had managed to feed himself, he certainly didn't take time to clean up. He rubbed his face tiredly and headed off to find his son.
Since the light hadn't been on in Ron's room, he headed into the parlour where he found his son slouched on the couch, staring morosely into the fireplace.
"Ron," he began sternly, "I'm appalled at the condition you left the kitchen in. You're eighteen now and need to start to act it. I want you to go out there and clean up the mess you've made."
"Yes Dad," Ron sighed, not meeting his father's eyes. As he rose he gathered his dirty dishes and began to head into the kitchen. He paused at the doorway, glancing back at his father with a disturbed look on his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn't force himself to speak.
"Is something the matter?" Arthur asked. He could sense something was bothering his youngest son but he didn't know what.
"After I clean up the kitchen, can we talk?" Ron asked morosely.
"Of course, Ron. You know you can always come to me," Arthur replied reassuringly.
Ron nodded his head, dropping his gaze before he continued into the kitchen. He knew he needed to talk to his father, though he wasn't really looking forward to it.
Arthur settled into his chair and just tried to relax. The day had been horrendous already and he didn't think whatever Ron wanted to talk about was going to make it any better.
While waiting on Ron he tried to think of what his son could possibly want to discuss. At first his mind was blank but then he remembered the way his son and Hermione had acted when they had left and he realized that they probably weren't really going to meet the bushy-haired girls parents.
He sighed tiredly, realizing that whatever happened, he probably wasn't going to like it one bit, not with the way his son was acting.
It was about a half hour later when Ron returned to the parlour and Arthur could see the reluctance in his face.
He watched as Ron came into the parlour, his whole demeanour screaming that he'd rather be just about anywhere else.
Ron sat down on the couch close to where his father was sitting, at first refusing to meet his eyes.
Ron finally took a quick glance at his father and in an effort to stall he asked hesitantly, "Where's Mum?"
Arthur immediately knew what his son was doing but figured he did need to know what was going on. "She's in St Mungo's," he replied tiredly.
Ron's eyes widened in shock. "Why?" he asked incredulously.
Arthur sighed heavily. "Your mother has suffered a mental break down," he explained patiently. "Certainly you remember what Harry said and did this afternoon," he added painfully.
The memories of Harry's anger and actions came flooding back and he paled. "You mean Mum really kidnapped Ginny?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes she did. Fortunately Ginny was able to get the upper hand and she brought your mother back to the Burrow and I thank God that she realized your mother needed help and not be arrested," Arthur sighed sadly.
"Will Mum be okay?" Ron inquired bewilderedly, shocked that his father had said that she could have been arrested.
"The Healers have ever confidence with the proper treatment that she'll eventually be fine," Arthur replied reassuringly.
Ron nodded and dropped his gaze once more. "I suspect you're wondering what I want to talk about?" he asked lowly.
"Yes, though I do think I know at least part of what you want to talk about," Arthur replied sadly.
Ron looked at him in surprise, the blood draining from his face, his mouth opening and closing several times.
"I'm assuming from yours and Hermione's actions when you left you weren't really going to see her parents," Arthur stated, his voice filled with disappointment.
Ron hung his head, nodding slightly. "Yes Dad," he replied softly.
"Why don't you just tell me what happened?" his father stated tiredly.
Ron took several deep breaths in an effort to calm his racing heart. He knew his father wasn't going to like hearing what he had to say.
Taking one last deep breath, he launched into the story. "Ah, well, you see, with all that was happening here, Hermione and I wanted to be alone. She knew her parents would be at work so we went to her house so we could, um, you know," he stammered.
"Why don't you just tell me so there's no doubt about what happened," Arthur stated, wanting to know the real story without any assumptions.
Ron winced as he blushed deeply. "Um, the thing is Hermione wanted to, um, make love in her own bed," he stated softly.
"Go on," Arthur prompted, not liking the way things looked like they were heading.
"Well, we were, you know, doing it when Mrs Granger showed up," Ron muttered, refusing to look at his father.
Arthur sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head lightly. "I'm assuming that wasn't the first time you two have indulged in such activities?" he asked sadly.
"No, it wasn't," Ron admitted, cringing.
"I certainly hope you're taking precautions," his father sighed.
Ron felt the blood drain from his face and he dropped his gaze in shame. "I, ah, Hermione usually took care of that," he stammered.
"Usually?" Arthur asked, raising his eyebrows.
"We'll I remember her doing so most times but I can't remember if she did every time," Ron replied quietly, knowing his father's reaction wasn't going to be good.
"And it never occurred to you that you are just as responsible for birth control as she is?" Arthur asked disappointedly.
Ron's eyes widened in shock, telling his father all he needed to know.
"While you aren't the one who can get pregnant, you're just as responsible to prevent the woman from getting pregnant as she is," Arthur stated firmly, just keeping his anger under control. "It takes two to make a baby," he added for emphasis.
Ron blanched under the tongue lashing from his father, in all truthfulness he'd never thought about it that way. He had just assumed that it was up to Hermione to take care of such things.
"Ron, you're of age and it's time you start acting like the man you're supposed to be now. That means taking responsibility for your actions, you can't expect others to always handle and take care of things," Arthur continued to lambaste his son.
The young redhead, hung his head in shame, knowing everything that his father was saying was true. He knew he hadn't given any thought to the possibility of Hermione getting pregnant, it just had never crossed his mind. He'd been too tied up in the thrill of having sex with her and not about any possible consequences.
The thought of Hermione being pregnant scared him more than he wanted to admit. He was only eighteen and didn't think he was ready to be a father yet. He'd just barely stopped being a kid himself and wasn't ready for all the responsibilities that went along with being a father.
He had seen how hard his own father had to work to feed the family while everyone grew up, along with clothing and keeping a roof over their heads. He remembered his father passing up opportunities to stop on the way home from work to share a butterbeer with some of his co-workers and coming home to help take care of the family while their mother bathed and got the youngest ones ready for bed.
With those memories came the realization that he didn't know how his father had done it. In hindsight he could see how tired his father had been at times but had pushed through it, never losing his temper when he or one of the others had done something to try his patience.
He found he suddenly had a much deeper appreciation for all his father had done while he and the others grew up. He realized his father had set the bar pretty damn high and he didn't know if he was equal to the task.
He also realized he had some serious thinking to do about his relationship with Hermione and he needed to stop taking her for granted.
Ron suddenly found himself feeling light-headed and somewhat bewildered. He also had a killer headache and felt he might be sick.
His father gave him a sympathetic look. "Why don't you head up to bed and get a good night's sleep and we'll talk some more in the morning."
"Okay Dad," Ron said wearily as he headed up to his room.
Harry and Ginny
Harry and Ginny watched as Arthur, Bill and Fleur walked to the Apparation point and they smiled and waved when the saw them glance back at them.
"That was really nice," Harry sighed contentedly.
"Yes it was and it will be even nicer when we can have the whole family over for a big meal and get together," Ginny stated, leaning her head onto Harry's shoulder. "I can see a huge group out on the Pitch, playing Quidditch while the others are sitting around watching everyone play and maybe a gaggle of kids down at the pond, swimming," she added with a contented sigh of her own.
Harry turned his head and kissed Ginny on the top of her head. "How about we head upstairs and practice making those kids," he whispered with a grin.
"Why Mr Potter, are you propositioning me?" she asked coyly.
"Why yes I am, Mrs Potter," Harry replied roguishly.
"Ummm, I though so," Ginny giggled.
She spun around, snaking her arm through his and began leading him up the stairs to their bedroom, giving him sly, seductive looks every now and then.
Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling, loving her playful nature. "You know, we worked pretty hard today, maybe it would be a good idea for us to take a bath before we go to bed," he suggested lowly, his eyes gleaming with emerald fire.
"Only one bath? How positively scandalous," Ginny replied in mock outrage. Then she smiled impishly, "Though that will save time," she added seductively.
By then they'd arrived in the bedroom and Ginny led them directly into the bath and began to fill the tub.
Harry had never thought the simple act of someone turning on the taps and adjusting the water temperature could be so damn sexy. Of course, the look Ginny was giving him had a lot to do with that.
She kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly opened the bottle of bubble bath, pouring a healthy amount into the tub which soon filled with massive quantities of bubbles.
Ginny slowly began to undress, her eyes never leaving Harry's and she had a coy smile on her face,
"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked softly and seductively as her last garment slipped to the floor and she stepped into the tub.
Harry hadn't even been aware that he had froze, watching her every movement and he quickly divested himself of his clothing before joining her.
He sat down at the back of the tub with Ginny sitting down between his legs. Both sighed contentedly as they settled, with Harry wrapping his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.
He began to nibble on her neck, garnering a soft moan from his wife. He let his hands begin to roam, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, increasing her moans.
"Oh, Harry," she sighed as she gave herself over to the wonderful sensations he was causing.
Harry loved the way her nipples hardened into stiff little peaks and he tweaked them before he slowly let his one hand drift downward until it reached the juncture between her legs.
Ginny leaned back into his body as she spread her legs, giving him easier access to her treasures.
"That feels so good," she murmured dreamily as a small shudder ran through her body.
Harry ran his hand down onto her inner thigh, caressing it lightly. While it made Ginny moan and squirm, she would rather he had kept his hand and fingers where they had been moments before.
"Harry, please don't tease me so," she groaned softly in protest.
Harry chuckled lightly, bring his hand back up to where she wanted and gently ran his fingers along her slit, making her moan in satisfaction.
He felt her outer lips begin to become engorged and he was surprised with how slick she was even though she was submersed up to her nipples as she laid back against his chest.
While he let his fingers continue to play down below, he somehow managed to grab the flannel, soap it up and begin to wash her neck and chest one handed.
Ginny was betwixt and between from the sensations Harry was causing. His hand that was washing her felt so relaxing as he massaged her shoulders, neck and arms as he washed them but then the hand that was down between her legs was causing the most exquisite, erotic sensations to rocket through her body.
She found herself conflicted, not knowing which sensations to concentrate on but fortunately Harry solved her dilemma for her when he brought the flannel back to her breasts and concentrated on washing her breasts and nipples.
She moaned deeply as the slightly rough flannel added a new depth to the sensations and then he drove a couple of fingers into her centre.
Ginny groaned as she thrust her hips forward, helping to drive his fingers deeper into her. Her groans turned into moans as he began to thrust them in and out, causing the heat and pressure to start building rapidly in her gut and nether region.
With the way she was positioned, all she could do to reciprocate was to wiggle her arse back against his growing manhood, something he obviously appreciated from the sounds he began making.
Ginny's eyes fluttered shut as she felt her release approaching and she gave herself over to the erotic sensations she was experiencing.
Suddenly the pressure broke loose and raced through her body. She thrust her hips forward, burying Harry's fingers as deep inside of her as they could get.
"Oh Harry, Harry . . . fuck," she cried out as she lost herself in the exquisite sensations that enveloped her with every muscle tensing as she rode out her orgasm.
Harry gently continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm until she slammed her legs shut, trapping his hand between them, effective reducing the amount of movement he could produce.
She sighed contentedly as she relaxed back into him, loving the way he held her lovingly as she recovered.
When her body returned to near normal, she opened her eyes and moved until she was kneeling between his legs, facing him.
"Your turn," she smirked as she grabbed the flannel and soap. She leaned in, kissing him deeply before she started to wash his shoulders and down onto his chest.
He relaxed back onto the tub, keeping his eyes fastened on Ginny's as she tenderly washed him. She was smiling impishly as she let her hands drift lower until she took his manhood into her hands.
Harry tensed and moaned as Ginny washed his manhood and his moans deepened when she let the flannel slip away, continuing to massage and stroke his now rock hard member.
"Harry, sit on the edge of the tub," Ginny softly urged as she continued to stroke him.
Harry was only too happy to comply as he was sure what she wanted.
Sure enough, as soon as Harry was sitting on the end of the tub with his back against the wall, Ginny lowered her head and took him into her mouth,
His eyes snapped shut as he felt her begin to bob her head up and down, taking him a little deeper every time her mouth descended.
His one hand gripped the side of the tub while his other found its way into her long silky hair and he started to run his fingers through her long luxurious locks.
Ginny kept her pace rather slow to begin with, swirling her tongue around the head of his manhood every time she got to the top. Then she'd slowly drive forward, taking him once again deep into her throat.
"Oh fuck, Ginny. That feels so amazing," he moaned softly as he thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing.
Ginny wrapped one hand around his shaft, having it follow her mouth in its travels while she began to massage his bollocks with her other one.
Harry felt his bollocks tensing and it felt like they were going to explode as the pressure built inside of them.
Feeling his bollocks tensing, Ginny picked up her speed and drove her mouth even further down his shaft until she felt her nose bumping his body on every descent.
Harry began to quiver and he tightened his grip on Ginny's hair as he felt his crisis arriving. With a grunt he thrust his hips upward just as Ginny took him as deep into her throat as possible and he felt himself explode deep inside of her.
Ginny held her head still as Harry emptied himself into her throat and she smiled happily as she felt him shudder and heard him moan out her name.
When Harry finally relaxed back, Ginny removed him from her mouth, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
"Sweet Merlin," Harry sighed as he grasped Ginny under her chin, gently bringing her head up to his where he captured her lips in a deep, loving kiss.
Ginny smiled rather smugly as she stared into Harry's emerald orbs. "Come on, lets head to bed," she murmured huskily.
Harry and Ginny
A/N: Well, things are developing. Hermione got a shock and she'll have to deal with the consequences. Ron doesn't even know yet but he's been made aware of the consequences that might be a reality. Wonder how he's going to handle finding out he's going to be a father.
Molly's finally getting the help she needs and hopefully will return to be the loving mother she was. Time will tell.
As always, your reviews are greatly appreciated.