A/N: This has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that it popped into my head and I ran with it. It is obviously not a continuation of the other chapters in this story. I will be getting back to Charming Ginny and Fleur next.
The Portkey to MACUSA took long enough that Harry was always slightly dizzy when he arrived. Today was no different, and he was glad to be the only one coming from Britain so that he had time to clear his head in private. Once his feeling of vertigo diminished, he walked down the familiar hallway to the office of Mason Dearborn, who headed up the American Aurors.
Kingsley's equivalent could not be any more different from the calm, dry-witted man Harry called his boss. Harry would not want to work for the man all the time, but Mason's gregariousness – bordering on bawdy – always portended a fun, alcohol-filled week for Harry. To Mason's great consternation, however, Harry's annual trip to MACUSA did not include any sort of debauchery other than drink. The man had been trying for years to get Harry to join in the other extra-curricular activities he arranged for the Aurors attending the meeting; a consummate bachelor, Mason simply could not understand Harry's unwavering commitment to his marriage.
"Potter! Good to see you!" Mason insisted for some reason on calling Harry by his surname, an idiosyncrasy Harry had long given up trying to change.
"You too, Mason," said Harry. He walked into the office and let the larger man slap him on the back. "I'm finally dried out from my last trip here."
Mason snorted. "We did have a good time, didn't we? I just wish you would let me make sure you had a particularly good time, this week, if you know what I mean. The rest of the group is already primed to party." The head Auror shook his head. "They get younger and younger every year."
Harry laughed. "Or maybe you or I are just getting older," he said. "I'm sure Ginny wants me back in one piece, so I think I'll save the rowdier activities for the others.
Mason made a big show of looking at his watch. "48 seconds," he said with a laugh. "I think that's a record for how long it took before you mentioned your wife in conversation." The man sighed dramatically. "I just don't get it, Potter. No matter how tasty the food might be at home, everyone needs to eat out once in a while. This is the perfect opportunity. No one here really knows who you are, no one knows your wife, and we have every charm and spell at our disposal to hide any, shall we say, indiscretion you may want to enjoy?"
Harry chuckled. "You get more blatant in your attempts every year, Dearborn. I hope that someday you will believe me when I tell you that there is no other witch for me, even for a single night."
"Well maybe if you'd let me meet this witch sometime instead of going to every possible effort to keep us apart, I'd be able to judge for myself."
"Heh," said Harry. "There is a good reason you've never met Ginny. She'd have you sneezing bats out of your nose in a trice. I like you too much to subject you to that."
"So you've said," said Mason. "That won't stop me from trying. And I think maybe this year, I might have found her - that unique witch who just might be able to convince the great Harry Potter to let his inhibitions down enough to really enjoy himself for a night or two."
Harry groaned. "Again? Didn't you learn your lesson after the mess with that Californian healer?"
Mason shrugged. "What can I say? I'm the opposite of a hopeless romantic. But I think I may have done it this time. Go get some rest and then come to dinner tonight and see for yourself."
Shaking his head, Harry left MACUSA and went to his hotel. It was around dinnertime in England; not the best time to catch Ginny alone, but Harry would take what he could get.
Sure enough, the Floo connection opened not to the fireplace in their bedroom but to a kitchen scene and the general mayhem of his wife trying to feed three young children a meal at once.
"Daddy!" Lily's face loomed in front of him. "How's 'Merica? Did you get me a present?"
Harry laughed. "Not yet, Lils. I just got here. Are you and your brothers being good for mum?"
"Course," said Lily. It sounded like her mouth was full of something. "And we are all going to Hugo 'n Rose's later for a night party!" Harry couldn't help but grin as his effusive youngest child bounced away from the fireplace. Harry could hear the sounds of roughhousing and Ginny's voice admonishing something Harry could not see. A second later, she finally appeared at the Floo.
"When are you coming home again?" she said in mock annoyance.
"That bad already?" laughed Harry. "I've only been gone a couple of hours."
"Seems longer when I'm the one at home," said Ginny. "I already miss you."
"I miss you too," Harry admitted. "Mason's in rare form; says he finally found the perfect one-night stand for me."
Ginny snorted. "You really need to let me meet him," she said. "I'd set him straight right away."
"That's what I'm afraid of," said Harry. "And we need to maintain good relations with America." He sighed. "I guess you won't be around for a private Floo call later? Lily said you are going to Ron and Hermione's."
"I need all of us out of the house," Ginny affirmed. "But hopefully tomorrow? I just need to figure out the time difference."
"Sounds good," said Harry. "Wish me luck tonight."
After a nap, shower, and bracing shot of Firewhiskey in his room, Harry walked down to the fancy hotel restaurant Mason had booked for the Aurors' dinner. Even this early, the party already seemed to be getting a little rowdy. More than a dozen Aurors from various North American offices were milling around holding drinks and talking to the very attractive wizards and witches Mason had invited to liven things up. Harry wasn't sure where Mason found them; at least some were low-level MACUSA employees, he believed. He never really inquired too closely about the others.
The first year he had come, for what was to be a one-time lecture on British Auror procedure, Harry had been rather shocked at the rowdiness exhibited by the other attendees. He couldn't say that everyone there was having sex – indeed, it was unlikely that he was the only one who was married – but the relaxed atmosphere and heavy drink certainly encouraged inhibitions to fall farther than might have otherwise. Harry had taken a deep breath, gotten more than a little drunk, and stumbled back to his room to wank for Ginny in front of the Floo.
Mason had been impressed by Harry's lectures, amused by his dedication to Ginny, and challenged by the prospect of getting Harry to abandon that dedication; Harry now had a standing invitation to present at the meeting every year.
If he was being completely honest with himself, Harry had grown to look forward to whatever crazy attempts Mason made to break his monogamy. A couple of hours of being flirted with and then turning down propositions whilst drinking expensive whiskey now got Harry aroused enough that his long-distance Floo activities with Ginny had become rather unrestrained. The fact that she would not be available tonight was going to be a problem, but hopefully it would make the following evening that much better.
Harry was on his third glass of Firewhiskey and deep into conversation with two male American Aurors and the somewhat scantily dressed witches they had attached themselves to for the evening when he felt a heavy hand clamp his shoulder.
"Having fun, Harry? I have someone for you to meet." Mason already sounded a bit inebriated. Harry steeled himself to be introduced to this year's selection; the witch with whom he was going to be expected to talk and then later extricate himself from.
Harry turned around and almost swallowed his tongue. Standing next to Mason in a set of short, fitted robes she would normally not be caught dead in, eyes sparkling with mischief, was Ginny.
Harry opened his mouth and then closed it again at Ginny's look of warning. What the hell was she planning?
"Harry, this is . . . Polly, is it?" Mason clearly had no idea who Ginny was.
"Holly," said Ginny firmly. She gave Harry a flirtatious smile and held out her hand. "Holly Phoenix."
Holy hell, she'd named herself after his wand.
"Holly," said Harry thickly. He took her hand and felt a jolt of energy course through him as soon as they touched. He swallowed. "It's n. . .nice to meet you."
Ginny held his hand a beat longer than one normally might, and Harry felt that energy travel directly to his groin. "Mason has told me a lot about you."
Mason apparently interpreted Harry's stumbling to mean that he might actually be interested in the witch Mason had selected this year. "I thought you two might hit it off," he said happily. "Polly, I mean, Holly, is from your side of the pond, Harry. Ireland. She's here for a fashion convention, isn't that right? I met her yesterday, checking into the hotel and I just knew she'd be a perfect addition to our little party."
"I'm so happy to be here," Ginny said. "I'm sure Harry and I will have a good time getting to know each other."
Mason raised his eyebrows. "I bet you will, I've got a bottle of the best Firewhiskey riding on it," he said. He clapped Harry on the back again. "Dinner will be served soon. I've got you and Holly sitting at my table. We should have a wonderful time." The man wandered off, stopping to chat with a young witch Harry recognized as one of the Auror department lab technicians.
Harry took a deep breath.
"So Ireland, huh? I should have guessed, with that red hair. I've always wanted to visit Ireland." One of the Aurors Harry had been talking with now looked at Ginny, a flirting smile on his face.
Ginny nodded and matched the man's smile. "Yes, County Claire," she said with the worst attempt at an Irish accent Harry had ever heard. He had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from snorting. Of course, the Americans had no idea.
The Auror – Tom Daley, Harry thought he was called – was nodding. "And do you know Harry here? Apparently, he was a big deal in your neck of the woods at one point."
And now Ginny was looking directly at Harry with that flirtatious smile. "I have heard of him, yes," she said with a coyness Harry was sure only he could discern. "But now I'm hoping to have the chance to get to know him a lot better." She leaned forward suddenly. "Oops, you seem to have some dirt on your robes." She brushed her hand down Harry's shoulder and he could barely suppress a shudder. "That's better," she said with satisfaction.
"Th . . . thanks," stuttered Harry. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to breathe and talk at the same time. "Do you, uhh, do you want a drink?" he said quickly. Anything to get some distance.
"I'd love a drink," said Ginny merrily. Harry nodded tersely and turned towards the bar when a soft hand on his arm stopped him. "Don't you want to know what I like?"
Drambuie neat . . . and torturing me
"Uhhh, right. What can I get you?" Harry forced himself to look Ginny in the face and almost groaned when her tongue darted out for the briefest second.
"I'll have a Drambuie neat," said Ginny. She touched his arm again. "Actually, why don't I come with you? I want to see what a real American bar looks like." Without waiting for an answer, Ginny put her hand on Harry's back and began to steer him to the back of the room.
She prattled casually at him as they walked, mentioning how nice it was to see another Brit at the party and asking how he had arrived – Portkey or Apparition? To any casual observer, they were just another Auror and guest making small talk.
Mason materialized out of nowhere as they approached the line for the bar. "Hitting it off, are you two?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Ginny gave the man a winning smile. "I was just telling Harry here, it might be hard to talk to someone new at first, but it can also be a lot of fun." She knocked her hip against Harry. "Isn't that right, Mr. Potter?"
Ginny reserved use of their last name for only their most intimate bedroom moments and for a long second, Harry found himself unable to respond. But he wanted to keep playing Ginny's game, so he took a deep breath before answering.
"Very hard," he said quietly, enjoying Ginny's intake of breath. Then he deliberately moved himself away from her. "But I have a wife," he said firmly. "And I love her very much."
"Ahh yes, the wife," said Mason in a resigned voice. "I warned Holly that you would bring her up at the first possible occasion.
More like the wife is bringing me up
Ginny's face was a careful mask of casual interest but Harry suspected she knew exactly what he was thinking. She subtly adjusted the bottom of her robes – which ended around the middle of her thighs – and smiled at him.
"I'm sure she's a lovely person," said Ginny. "She's given birth to quite a few children now, hasn't she? That can have quite an effect on one's figure, I imagine. Not to mention libido."
Harry almost barked out a laugh. If anything, Ginny's sex drive had become even more pronounced during and then after each of her pregnancies. She had maintained a training schedule that was nearly as vigorous as the one she had kept up as a professional Quidditch player, a fact she had proven to Harry only the previous week, when they had both dressed in their old Hogwarts team uniforms and then peeled off only the most necessary pieces before having sex in the field behind their home.
"My wife's figure is quite lovely," Harry choked out. "As are her . . . other things." He could feel himself blush.
Ginny gave him an amused look before she shrugged and hooked her arm through his. "Well, at least we can have a lovely talk at dinner then." She took the drink the bartender had made and took a sip. "Mmm, I love Drambuie," she said happily.
Harry knew this all too well. The last time Ginny had 'loved' Drambuie, she had been sucking it off his naked body. He grabbed his scotch took a deep sip and then put it back down on the bar to be refilled.
"It's especially good at room temperature," he said conversationally. "How do they describe it - about as warm as human skin, I think?" Harry was pleased to see Ginny's eyes dilate. I can play this game too.
And then they were moving into the dining room, where Harry and Ginny were seated with Mason and the lab technician as well as Auror Daley and a witch named Liberty. Ginny scooted her chair closer to Harry on the pretense of there being a table leg in her way – truly Harry suspected that she had conjured the extra leg herself. Her bare thigh pressed up against his and not for the first time that night, Harry was more than relieved to be wearing robes.
Liberty, who seemed to be a sweet girl, if not particularly bright, was especially enjoying herself and the easy flow of liquor. She kept the conversation flowing at a rapid clip, peppering both Harry and Ginny with questions just "to hear their adorable accents." Now she was asking them about the differences between British and American language.
"So, instead of elevator, you say lift? And trash can is rubbish bin? Fascinating!" she said to general laughter at the table. Everyone seemed to be slowly devolving into a relaxed drunken state and Harry took advantage of the opportunity to press his leg more firmly against Ginny's. He rubbed it up and down before moving it away, and chuckled at her muttered 'watch it'.
Ginny tilted her head at Liberty.
"There are a lot more interesting differences in British and American words, of course. The word 'wank,' for example. Do you have a slang word for masturbating like we do?" Ginny's voice was light and friendly and accompanied almost immediately by a hearty laugh from Mason. He was moving from "gregarious" to "bawdy" and Harry braced himself.
"Oh, I knew I liked this one," he chortled. "Wanking – that's great, Holly." He looked at the other guests. "Do we have a word like that?" He elbowed Harry. "What about you Harry, do you wank? Maybe a little round with Holly later and you won't have to."
Oh Merlin. Would it cross a line to tell everyone that Ginny liked to watch him wank over the Floo when they were apart?
Fortunately, Harry was still one or two dinks shy of blurting out the most intimate details of his and Ginny's sex life. He forced himself to give a casual shrug.
"Not since I was a teenager," he said with as much nonchalance as he could muster. Harry was saved from having to delve into the conversation further by the arrival of their meals, but the damage was done. He was more than a little aroused now, and starting to wonder exactly how long he wanted to let this little charade play out. Part of him wanted to excuse himself to go to the loo and hope Ginny took the hint and followed him, and part of him wanted to see just how far he could push her before he broke. Because there was absolutely no doubt in Harry's mind that he was going to be the one to give in before she did.
The second choice won, and Harry finished his meal in something of a daze, shuddering every time Ginny pressed her leg against his or touched his hand as if to make a point in whatever story she was telling.
And then they were moving to the after party in a private upstairs lounge at the hotel; it was called a hospitality suite, Harry learned, and was comprised of a comfortable sitting room equipped with a bar, flanked by two hotel rooms, the entire space bordered by a long balcony that looked out over the city.
Harry and Ginny had shared a lift with Mason and his date, who was wrapped around him rather suggestively, her hand practically at his fly.
"Now now, Aurora, not in front of Harry and Holly, I don't want Harry here to have to go wank," he said genially, pushing her hand gently away. Then he raised is eyebrows. "Unless the two of you are planning something on your own?"
Yes.
"I'm going to Floo call my wife," said Harry stiffly. "I . . . I miss her."
"Isn't it the middle of the night in England?" Ginny said lightly. "She's probably sound asleep." She stepped closer to Harry and trailed a finger down his arm. "What does she wear to sleep in?" she asked suggestively.
The elevator fortuitously arrived at their floor at that moment, and Harry stumbled out as quickly as he could, hoping that his robes were heavy enough, that Mason and Aurora could not see the lump pushing out at their center.
Mason did not seem to notice Harry's state, indeed, the man continued his conversation as they continued down the hall, appearing nearly oblivious to the fact that Aurora had cupped his bum and was kissing his neck as they walked.
"Really Harry, no one will think less of you if you take the opportunity presented to you tonight. Hell, we might even think more!"
"I love my wife," said Harry automatically. Truly, even trying to think of Ginny as a person separate from the woman walking next to him, as someone who was at home asleep, was becoming difficult.
Mason waved his hand dismissively. "Of course you love her," he said. "No one says you don't. But in my experience, permanent monogamy is . . . unnatural. No one can really keep it up forever. Better to get the release every so often so that you can keep things interesting at home." He looked at Ginny. "Right, Holly?"
"Right," said Ginny faintly. Harry looked at her and was gratified to see she looked nearly as flustered as he was. She saw his glance and straightened up. "I think it's healthy part of any couple's sex life to try to keep things interesting by . . . having new experiences," she said carefully. "Like . . . I don't know . . . role play, maybe?" She looked at Harry. "Do you and your wife ever role play? I heard it can be hot."
Fuck, fuck, fuck
"That's . . . that's rather personal," Harry managed in a choked voice. "Between Ginny and me." They had arrived at the hospitality suite and Harry stood back while Mason fumbled with the key.
"I know what else can get between Ginny and you." Her voice was low against his ear and Harry had to bite back a moan.
"Drink, I need a drink, he mumbled, pushing into the room. Behind him, he could hear Ginny laughing.
Once he was fortified with another glass of excellent scotch, Harry looked around. Not all of the attendees seemed to have made it up to the afterparty; he suspected there was already coupling going on at other locations in the hotel. Mason was sitting in a comfortable chair with Aurora draped over his lap. Harry hesitated, not really wanting to watch. "I, umm . . ." he began. He looked around. "I'm going to get a breath of air," he said quickly, nodding his head outside to the balcony.
"Mmm," said Mason. He seemed rather distracted by Aurora's lips. But just as Harry thought he was going to escape, Mason mumbled. "Maybe Holly'll want to join you." He jerked his head and Harry saw Ginny at the bar, pouring herself a healthy measure of Dambuie.
"I'm fine. Fine," Harry said. Not waiting for an answer, he hurried outside.
There was one other couple on the balcony, but by the looks of things, they were not even aware of his arrival. He took a couple of deep breaths and walked over to the railing so that he could adjust himself up against the brick wall.
"Feeling good there, Harry? I'm glad the weather warmed up." Ginny's voice was deliberately casual. Impersonal even, but Harry's breath hitched anyway.
She stood next to him against the railing, as if fascinated by the twinkling lights below them. "Pretty view," she murmured. She had moved closer.
"MmmHmmm," Harry mumbled. His entire body was tingling.
"You know," said Ginny conversationally. She might have been asking him to pass the salt. "If you took me from behind, you wouldn't even have to look at my face while we fucked. You'd barely have to touch me, even." Her voice was deliberately light and friendly.
Harry hesitated for a long second, but it was no use. He gave a quick nod. "Don't talk," he said roughly, turning towards the entrance to the balcony. "Not a single word. Just. . . come on." Not waiting for her answer, Harry jerked open the door leading off the balcony and walked quickly through the sitting room to one of the attached bedrooms. There was a roaring in his ears that almost - but not quite – masked Mason's quiet exclamation of victory as he watched Harry usher Ginny inside.
Ginny was good to her promise. Without a word, she grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and piled them up at the end in a practiced motion before climbing up and leaning over them on all fours. Harry stood behind her and roughly undid his belt and pushed down his trousers and boxers before lifting up the back of Ginny's dress. He hissed.
How long had she not been wearing her knickers?
Harry grabbed Ginny's hips and moved closer to her. His hand reached between her legs and found her clit; he rubbed it for a long second, preparing her. She moaned, and Harry knew that whether she was ready or not, he couldn't wait much longer.
It didn't matter, Ginny was wet and panting beneath him. Harry guided himself into her with a groan of relief. He tilted her hips up higher, creating an angle that allowed him to fill her completely. Rearing back, he bucked into her, hard, cursing crudely at the sensation. Ginny pushed herself back against Harry and they rocked together for a minute or two, silent but for Harry's grunts of pleasure every time he sunk into Ginny and her own mews in response.
But Harry had been going crazy with arousal from the first second Ginny had introduced herself to him, and after a few more thrusts, he came hard inside her, holding her roughly against his hips as he climaxed. He immediately moved his hand back down between them and rubbed at Ginny's clit until she shuddered and called out his name.
Harry pulled out and then wrapped his arms around Ginny, collapsing on top of her and the pillows on the bed. Almost immediately, he flipped her over onto her back and covered his body with hers.
"Needed to . . . kiss you . . . all day," he said huskily, finding her lips. In response, Ginny wrapped her arms and legs around Harry's back and kissed him back to total abandon; she obviously felt as needy for him as he did for her.
Finally they stopped to catch their breath, panting quietly against each other. "This is probably the hottest thing you've ever done," said Harry thickly. "And that's saying something."
Beneath him, Ginny chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it," she said. "Because all the Portkeys damn near killed me."
Harry kissed her again. "I hope it was worth it."
"More than worth it," said Ginny. She sounded sleepy. "Can we just stay here?"
"I suspect Mason will break down the door before too long. He was already looking way too pleased with himself when he saw us come in here. I'm sure he's already bragging how he finally managed to break down the noble Harry Potter."
"We don't have to tell him the truth right away, do we?" Ginny suddenly sounded a bit more alert. "It could be fun to have round two."
Harry snorted. "You're going to kill me, you know that? I can't remember the last time I had an erection for three solid hours before I was able to do anything about it."
"Solid is a good word for it," said Ginny with a giggle. "Every time you smoothed down the front of your robes I almost lost it."
Harry buried his head in Ginny's neck and sighed. "We need to go back out there," he said with a sigh. "Mason is going to need to crow about this." He rolled off of her and sat up.
"How are you going to play it?" asked Ginny. She sat up too and reactualized a pair of knickers.
"I think this calls for a bit of 'teenaged brooding Harry,'" he said with a laugh. "Let's see how well I do." He stood up and pulled up his pants and trousers before closing his robes again. "Just . . . try not to look at me. And keep your knickers on this time," he said warningly.
Harry took a deep breath and set his face in what he hoped were mulish lines before marching out and going straight to the bar. He ignored Mason's loud "Oh ho! Looks like I was right!" and poured himself a drink. He stood there for a long minute before taking a deep breath and turning around to look at the room.
Ginny was sitting in a chair near Mason and Aurora, watching him with a serious expression. If he didn't know her better, he would have thought she was angry. Instead, he recognized her face as trying very hard not to laugh. He took a big sip of whiskey and started towards them.
"Aren't you going to ask if I want a drink?" Ginny's voice carried across the room. "I think I'd like to try some of that Scotch."
"Good idea, Holly, to try Scotch now that you've had English." Mason guffawed at his own joke and a few other Aurors in the room laughed too.
Harry groaned to himself and poured Ginny a glass of the scotch. He walked tersely over to hand it to her.
Mason looked back and forth between Harry and Ginny and raised his eyebrows. "So, Harry, was I right? Eating out once in a while has its advantages, doesn't it?"
Oh Merlin
His resolve to keep up the pretense already fading, Harry nodded jerkily. "I like to eat out," he said to the man. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ginny blush and cross her legs more tightly. "Actually, I may want to eat out later tonight."
Mason laughed out loud. "I knew it!" he said with satisfaction. "I just had to find the right woman and I knew I could get you to let loose a little bit." The man looked at Ginny.
"So Holly, tell me, was Harry here as good as he looks?"
Ginny choked a little on her scotch and Harry had to restrain himself from jumping to pat her on the back. When she caught her breath she nodded.
"Better," she said thickly. The desire in her voice was palpable and Harry found himself already feeling the next stirrings of arousal.
"Aha," Mason sat back against his chair. "It's like I said. No one is meant to be with just one other partner forever. There is always someone out there who is better for you, even if it's just once." He looked at Harry. "So tell me, Harry, how does Holly here compare? Did she make you appreciate your wife more? Or maybe she gave you some ideas about how you'd like to spice things up when you get home, Hmmm?"
"Both," Harry choked out. "She . . . she did both." He leaned down and grabbed Ginny's hand, pulling her to her feet.
"Can you please put your ring back on?" he said quietly against her ear. "I don't like seeing you without it."
Ginny understood immediately that the game was over. She waved her wand to take off the concealing charm and Harry relaxed to see the slim platinum band reappear. Ignoring Mason and everyone else in the room, he took Ginny's face in his hands and kissed her deeply, sighing with satisfaction.
Behind them, Mason was sputtering with amazement. "I'm better at this than I thought!" he said to the room at large. "Harry, from now on, you need to let me pick a woman for you every year!"
Harry decided it was time to come clean. He broke the kiss and turned around.
"Only if you keep picking this one," he said with a grin. He took Ginny's hand and walked her over to Mason's chair. "Despite my best efforts to keep the two of you apart forever, I should have guessed my wife would find a way around it." He squeezed Ginny's hand. "Mason Dearborn, I'd like you to officially meet my wife, Ginny Potter."
To his immense credit, Mason thought Ginny's scheme was brilliant, and he laughed harder than anyone at learning the truth. He slapped them both on the back so many times Harry suspected he would have a bruise for days.
"Okay Potter, you win," the man finally said. "If I had a wife who traveled all the way across the ocean pretending to be someone else just to have sex with me, I wouldn't look any further either." He held out his hand. "Well played, Mrs. Potter. Well played." He looked at Ginny. "Are you going to stay for the week? You are welcome to."
Ginny shook her head. "I think one more night is all my parents can handle with the kids."
Harry gave her another hug. "Remind me to thank them again when I get home." He looked at Mason and smirked. "Actually, I bet they would love a bottle of really good Firewhiskey as a gift. Didn't you say you had one?"