Chapter 124- Case of Mistaken Identity follow-up, requested by BlueHen223
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Constable Potter
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"It still looks pretty gross," he complained as he examined his foot.
"You only just got the walking cast off yesterday, give it another day or two before you really start comparing the two of them," she told him.
Harry was sitting on the couch with both of his legs on display, and his poor left leg still looked so grey and small compared to the other one. It had been the same thing when he'd gotten his arm cast off several weeks ago, he kept comparing his two arms for days until they looked the same. She never would have thought he was the type to fixate on things like that considering how he'd been after he'd been beaten up.
"Did you see me crying over how I now have a small scar on the side of my face?" she pressed. "My face, Harry. My face is basically how I make money. People need to look at my face and trust it when I'm telling them about their potential homes, they can't look at it and wonder if I got the scar from that neighborhood."
"That scar is barely noticeable and you can hide it with bangs."
"And it isn't exactly shorts weather outside, you can hide your leg with trousers and shoes, so stop whining."
"I'm not whining," he pouted.
"Yes you are, and I think you're doing it so you'll get some sympathy sex from me."
He grinned at her then. "You know me so well."
"Yeah, well, it's been months now so I've had the time to get to know you. And you should know me well enough by now to know that wouldn't work."
He pulled her over to sit in his lap. "What I know is that trying to romance you into the bedroom will just make you laugh, so that's out. Acting all pathetic and broken worked the first time, so it has the best track record."
"Actually, it's when you give me those appreciative stares that get's me in the mood the most," she told him as she settled in comfortably to her new position on the couch.
"Appreciative stares?"
"Yeah, like when I'm wearing a short skirt and you just stare at my legs as if willing them to spread open, or when I accidentally get something on my top and I have to clean it off and you stare at my tits like you've got x-ray vision."
He grinned at her. "So, my finding you sexy makes you feel sexy is what you're saying."
"Pretty much," she grinned back.
"Then have I told you yet today how sexy you are?" He gave a kiss to her temple. "How good you smell?" His hand went to her bum to give it a rub. "How delicious you taste?" He kissed down to her neck and gave a little lick there.
"Hmm, this is working," she smiled and closed her eyes, letting him carry on.
Just over two months they'd been a couple now and how it started off is an insane tale; she'd gone out for a night with her friends and decided to call it early. Walking by ones self at night in the city of London isn't a great call for anyone, particularly not a woman her age and size. She'd been walking passed a sports pub when someone started following her, at first she'd thought it was her imagination, but then they started giving her cat calls; she started speeding up, they started speeding up. Eventually they did catch up with her and from there a fight ensued, one that she did not have the upper hand on. Being raised around so many brothers, she'd thought if she found herself in a situation like this that she would be able to handle herself, and she supposed in the end she did because whoever he was he didn't get what he was looking for. She'd been hit and scraped and molested, but she'd wound up getting away and ran to the closest police station. Problem was that she didn't have an exact description for them and she'd been too shaken up to remember every detail just then.
Calling Charlie for a ride home had been a bad idea. She didn't know that the boys were all together so when they all showed up to get her she'd had a small breakdown and wound up telling them every detail she could think of. By the time Bill had gotten her in the car and started driving she was emotionally exhausted and hadn't realized exactly where they'd taken her, or that they had all left her in the locked car alone, until it was too late.
Bill had driven to the pub she'd mentioned her attacker had left from and Harry had been the same height, had the same color of hair and been wearing the same jersey as the man who attacked her.
But Harry was not the person she'd fought off.
A week and a half she'd been by Harry's side helping to nurse him better and for the first few days she'd needed to put all her focus on him, she'd also needed to put the blame of her attack on someone else and her brothers were the villains she'd chosen. Harry being mad at them had made it all the easier for her to hold onto that anger.
Then it became hard for her to be angry when something so bad had turned into something so good; she and Harry had become a couple.
If two people of similar age and levels of attractiveness and equal temperaments and interest are locked up somewhere together there were bound to be some kinky thoughts each had about the other, but even after she'd left and gone back to work, she still thought about him and kept going back to his place.
Now it was several weeks later and they were both all healed up.
And she could feel his arousal stirring beneath her.
"Think that bum leg of yours would be able to support my weight all the way to the bedroom?" she asked.
"No," he smiled against her lips.
"At least you're honest." She got off his lap and stood up, holding out her hand so he could use it as leverage to get up.
They'd been through this dance before and now it was much easier since she didn't have to be careful not to bump against his bad leg, or stop herself from wrapping her leg around it when they were horizontal.
He pushed her back onto the bed once they were naked and kneeled on it between her legs to shift up as far as she would go so he could bury his face between her legs. He was very good at getting right to the point.
As he licked and suckled at her clit she gripped the pillow behind her head and her blood started racing through her. She thought he'd finish her off this way but instead he rose up onto his knees and lifted her up by the bum so she was at an angle.
She rocked against his erection and closed her eyes for a second as she gave a purr.
He moved his hand to grip himself between them and guided his tip to her entrance. He held it there and she savored the pressure she was feeling from it. It was going to feel delicious to have that monster inside her. She bit her lip and twirled her hips, enjoying the moan that he gave her.
He lowered them both back down to the bed and nuzzled his nose on her cheek then trailed his soft lips along her skin until they were pressed against her own. She responded to his kiss greedily. His tongue darted out and caressed her own as he started pushing himself inside her.
She gripped his hips as he began making small thrusting movements going minutely deeper inside her with each thrust. She was feeling so full already and he hadn't even bottomed out yet. The sensation was amazing. It was making her lose control of herself, her head fell back and her back arched at the invasion.
At the rate he was going she was going to cum before he was all the way in. It had to be having his weight on top of her that was adding to it. She felt herself reaching her climax already. Sure enough she cried out and her insides clamped down around him like a vice. She barely registered his shuddering breath on her cheek as her walls fluttered around him.
She relaxed back against the bed. He'd paused his movements. This had to have felt as amazing to him as it did to her. Opening her eyes she saw he was simply staring at her, no longer thrusting. Ginny moved herself in small up and down movements as she stared in his eyes. She watched as her movements were causing his eyes to roll back in his head. He braced himself on his elbow beside her head and gripped her hip with his other hand and started thrusting again in bigger movements this time.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Ginny cried out. The feeling of his erection sliding in and out of her properly was fantastic. Finally, she felt him being fully sheathed inside her and his rhythm was picking up.
His breath was coming out ragged as he lost control and began taking her faster. His head was buried in her neck and her hands came up under his arms to grip his shoulders as she matched his movements. When was fully inside her he hit this spot that made her moan out every time.
His thrusts turned to jabs as she was about to let go a second time. "Yes! Fuck Harry, Yes!" She nearly screamed as his movements turned rough.
He let out a loud groan as he spilled himself inside her. His movements slowed, but she was so close.
She rolled them over and sat up, grinding her hips to twirl his waning erection around inside her as she rubbed her clit furiously in search of her release. "YES!" The fire in her belly collected in her center and shot through her entire body in the best release she'd ever had.
She collapsed sideways on the bed panting and wishing that sensation could have lasted so much longer. If it did though, she'd probably have a heart attack. Her blood was pumping furiously through her veins and it was impossible to bring her breathing back to normal for near a full minute.
"That was by far the best sex we've had yet," she panted.
"Blame the cast, it was holding me back," he panted back.
She chuckled as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. She was so glad he liked to cuddle a bit after sex, it made it so much more intimate. He pulled the blanket over both of them, and though it was only just after six in the evening, they both fell asleep for a nap.
Her phone going off in the sitting room woke her an unknown amount of time later.
"Ignore it," Harry muttered against her shoulder. At some point in their nap they wound up spooning and he was curled against her back.
"It could be work," she told him and struggled to get released from his arms and out of the bed. She pulled on his shirt he'd left on the floor and got to her phone before it switched over to voicemail. "Hello?"
"Ginny, good, I thought I'd need to leave you a message."
"Oh, hi mum," she said, immediately regretting leaving the comfort of Harry's bed and arms for the phone now.
"Hi darling. Just checking if you will be bringing Harry to lunch this Sunday?" Ever since her mum had found out that she and Harry were dating she'd been asking to have him over for lunch.
"Er, I don't know. He might be working on Sunday. You know how he and I don't have Monday to Friday jobs."
"I'm aware," the disapproval could be heard in her tone. Her mum wanted her to have a normal desk job, she didn't seem to understand that real estate had been a pretty lucrative business decision for her daughter thus far. The hours might not always be the best, but she was paid well for it. "But it has been a while now since you've been a couple and it's time you brought him around to meet us."
"Mum, you know very well why I haven't brought him around to meet everyone. He only just got his walking cast off. You'll have to wait until he wants to come and meet everyone."
"Well, if he cares for you then he'll have to meet us eventually!"
"He does care for me," Ginny ground out. "And it's because I care for him that I'm not going to be pressuring him to meet the rest of my family right now. Considering how well the first introduction went I would think you'd know to stop nagging me about this. We've only been together for a short time, please don't make me ask him to do something that could potentially end this relationship before it's even properly started!"
She wanted to badly to have that be the end of the conversation and hang up on her mother, but she couldn't, because that would have been too rude.
"I just want us all to get along," her mother said quietly.
"Then leave this alone. I really like him, mum, I'm not going to jeopardize this to make you or my brothers feel better about what happened."
"And what about what happened to you? You haven't talked to me about it. Have you talked to anyone about it? Have you talked to Harry about it?"
"There's nothing to talk about. I was attacked, I got away."
"Ginny," her mother said her name softly in a way only a mother could.
"I'm going to go, mum. I love you and I'll talk to you later." She hung up and put her phone back in her bag, then turned around and saw that Harry was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, not far away from her.
"I think you do need to do something about what happened to you," he told her.
He'd been listening in. His flat wasn't very large, it's no wonder he was able to hear everything she said. He probably caught some of what her mum was saying too.
"I'm fine," she told him.
"No, you're not. You have night terrors; did you realize that?"
"What?" She knew she'd had some dreams about that night, but she didn't realize he knew about them and she didn't ever remember waking up from them, not when she was staying at his place anyhow.
"Every now and then you start whimpering and twitching in your sleep. Sometimes you even call out my name and I do what I can to calm you down."
She knew which nightmares he was referring to when she called out his name; there were two she had that would make her do that, one where she was calling his name for him to help her and another where she was trying to stop her brothers from hurting him. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"You have nothing to be sorry about," he assured her and came across the room to wrap her up in a hug. "I know who attacked me and why, you don't. Well, you know the 'why' of it, but I know that your brothers wouldn't do it again. There's still the bloke that attacked you out there and I'd love nothing more than to beat him to a pulp and throw him in jail."
She rested her cheek on his chest. "Thanks."
"Maybe you should look into a self defense class? I know you can handle yourself but there are likely to be other women there that went through what you did. It might ease your mind a bit to talk to them?"
"That's not a terrible idea," she admitted. "I'll look into it."
"Good." He kissed the top of her head. "And about the other thing… I care about you a lot too, and I am working this Sunday, but the next time you've got a family get together when I'm not working, I'll go to it and get the introductions over with."
She pulled back from his embrace and looked up at him in shock. "Really? You don't have to. I completely understand if it's too soon. They aren't just the brutes who attacked you, they're my family, and we only just started dating."
"Yeah, but we're exclusive, aren't we? In a committed relationship and all that?" She felt heat rising to her cheeks but nodded all the same. "And you're close with them. I don't know what that's like, having a family that cares about each other like that, but I know they mean a lot to you. It's going to happen eventually, let's just let this happen."
"Does that mean I can tell the boys' significant others that they can stop withholding?" she grinned.
He chuckled and looked down at his bad leg. "I guess now that I'm officially out of a cast I've got one punishment over with, they can have that punishment over with as well."
"Great! I'll let the ladies know. They had been asking. They were all on board when I first suggested it, then after a few weeks I could start to tell they were wanting their normal sex life back."
"I thought you said they were still getting theirs?"
"They were," she shrugged. "But having an orgasm is not the same as getting shagged, and we women still love getting shagged by our men."
"Oh really? And here I was about to suggest dinner, but if you'd like to delay that a little longer," he waggled his eyebrows and gave her a cheesy grin.
"Oh, nope! You mentioned food. We just had sex, now it's food time!"
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It was into their third month of their relationship by the time there was a Weasley dinner on a day that neither she nor Harry had to work and she still wasn't sure that it was a good idea that he come along. He'd said yes, he'd told her that he wanted to bury the hatchet, but she still wasn't sure.
Her family was a lot for someone that hadn't been pummeled by a large percentage of them, he may be a policeman and had his fair share of dicey situations, but how was he supposed to handle the delicate balance of making a good impression while still ensuring her brothers knew they weren't forgiven? She didn't even know how to pull that off and she'd managed a whole slew of situations growing up in the household.
She'd sent texts to all of her brothers ahead of time, warning them not to expect much from him and letting them know that she was happy with her relationship and they'd better not fuck it up.
The whole ride on the train to the closest station to her parents house she'd worried over it. Thankfully it was her father that picked them up from the station.
"Dad!" she called out in relief when she saw him there.
"Hey Gin-bug," he said and gave her a hug. "And this will be Harry then, is it?" he held out his hand.
Harry gave him a nod and a smile while shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."
"And you as well. I hear you work for the police and support Arsenal. Tell me, did you play any football when you were in school?"
Safe topics, she thought to herself as she followed behind the two men to the car. She'd only given them a small amount of personal information about Harry so her father was full of questions for him. The entire ride from the station to The Burrow, as her family home was affectionately called, they talked about football.
She enjoyed watching a game, she enjoyed playing it when she was in school too, but never had she been one to sit there and recap a game for hours on end, the whole fascination of it boggled her mind.
There were several cars parked on the street when they pulled up to the house, many of them belonging to her siblings. Seeing them got her nerves worked up again.
"It's not too late to turn back," she told him as they walked side by side up the path behind her father.
"Yes, it is." He pointed to someone poking their head around the curtain in the front room. "We've been seen by more than just your dad now." He did pause though and took a look at the house.
"What?" she asked, looking at her family home as well and trying to see what he was seeing.
"Didn't you say your mum was a homemaker?"
"Yes."
"And there were seven of you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"This house is huge. This might not be a metropolis, but even thirty-forty years ago this place would have cost a fortune!"
"Oh! It's been in the family for generations. It belonged to an aunt on my mum's side and before her it belonged to my great-grandfather who was well off. My great-aunt passed away when my oldest brother was expected and she left the house to my mum. There's two bathrooms and originally four bedrooms and two servants rooms, so six in all. It was enough for all of us to fit. Percy and Ron had to share a room, and the twins, but now they're all empty save for the Master and mum is pressuring all of us to fill the rooms with grandkids for her. I think I've managed to make her understand she can't send any of that pressure our way, but just be warned."
"And did you enjoy it? Having all those people under one roof? It must have been loud."
"They aren't just 'people', Harry, they're my family. We might not always get along with each other, but I was never short on playmates when I was growing up."
He still looked astonished at the idea of so many people under one roof and it only served to remind her that he grew up orphaned and in a house without love.
"Come on, the sooner we get in there, the sooner we can get this over with," she encouraged.
She led the way into the house and showed him where to put his coat and shoes, then led him into the front room where most of the family was gathered. "Hey all," she greeted.
A round of people calling out her name in cheery response.
"Hi," Harry nodded awkwardly.
To which he too received a round of people calling his name cheerfully.
Her sister-in-law and friend Hermione came over first, holding drinks for them. "Hello, nice to meet you," she said to Harry. "I'm Hermione, Ron's wife."
"She's the smart one," Ginny told him.
"In the relationship?" Harry grinned.
"No, in the room," Ginny corrected.
Hermione laughed and didn't argue, she'd gotten used to being referred to as the smart one by them all now.
After her all the wives and girlfriends came over and Ginny introduced each of them in turn and eyed her brothers that were all standing on the other side of the room until finally, Percy made his way over.
"Constable Potter," he greeted him formally.
"You could just try calling him Harry," Ginny said.
"I suppose I could, but I'm trying to make amends," Percy told her. "Normally I would never have joined in on… that. I was a Prefect, I was Head Boy and got a full scholarship and everything. It's just, if you had a sister and saw her in the state we did. I'm just, I'm truly sorry for getting it wrong, and I'm very glad that she stopped us when she did. You know, before things went too far."
"Like breaking both my legs?" Harry asked.
Ginny watched as the other boys were slowly making their way over as well.
"Er, among other things," Percy said painfully. "And I was, well, that is to say, we were just wondering when we might expect to bare the full extent of paying for our crimes?"
"Tactful, Perce," Fred muttered.
Ginny exchanged a look with Harry. It sounded like her brothers were still expecting him to press charges.
The room had gotten really quiet then, everyone was waiting for Harry's response.
"Well, officially I told my Sargent that I fell. It's a bit late now for me to go back and correct that report." The lot of them let out a sigh of relief then. "However, if any one of you winds up doing anything remotely like that again I may find that I can go back and revise things."
"We won't," Bill assured him. "We've felt terrible since it happened and not a one of us will ever be the cause of something like that again."
"You 'ad better not be," Fleur told her husband viciously.
"Here, here," the other women called out.
"We won't," Ron assured his wife. "If not because we felt so bad about it, then because of the blue balls. Mate, that was dark," he said to Harry quietly.
Amazingly, Harry laughed at that and then wrapped an arm around Ginny's shoulders. "You can thank your sister for that one, she's the genius that came up with it."
"Hey, you were suffering, they needed to suffer too," she defended.
The tone of the room grew lighter after that. Harry wound up chatting with a few of her brothers and moving about the room looking like he didn't need her to hold his hand, but she kept a watchful eye.
"I hear you're taking a self-defense class," Ginny's sister-in-law Angelina asked.
"I am. Harry suggested it and I think it was a good idea. There are at least three other women in my class that started taking it after finding themselves in similar situations. I had a coffee with them after class a few times, it felt good to talk about it with someone who knew what it was like."
"I think that's really great. I wish we lived a bit closer to you so I could go with you, or at least could have gone with you the first few times for support or something, but I'm glad you've made a sort of support group for yourself."
"Dinner is ready!" her mum called out from the other room.
"I wish she'd trust us enough to let us help her make the food," Angelina complained. "I mean, I love your mum and all, but when she comes over to ours she takes over my kitchen, and when she does eat the food I made she always makes a face about it."
"Hey, I grew up in this house, if I wasn't peeling a vegetable or cleaning up, I wasn't allowed in the kitchen either."
"Lucky you guys," Harry said coming up beside her. "Unless the meal was for company I was always the one forced to do the cooking and cleaning as soon as I was tall enough to turn on the burners on the stove."
Ginny growled. "If I ever meet that aunt of yours I'm going to make her spend some time in the hospital, and it will be justified."
"So, the need for vengeance on behalf of others runs in the family blood, does it?" he joked.
"Yeah, good thing I'm dating a cop and he can get me off."
"What does one thing have to do with the other?" he winked.
She smiled and shook her head at the cheek of him.
Ginny had to give her mother some props for showing restraint through dinner, she cast more than a few glances in Harry's direction, but she managed to resist coming over and coddling him or smothering him with affection and apologies again. She also didn't ask any questions about how their relationship was coming along, she just smiled and asked if he'd had enough to eat and what his favorite dessert was so she could make it for next time.
By the time they made it onto the train back to London Harry looked like all of his energy was spent. "You have a very large family," he said to her as they attempted to cuddle comfortably on the seats.
"Mhmm, I do. And they all seem to like you quite a bit."
"Good. And look," he said as he pulled tickets and a Hallmark card out of his pocket, "your brothers are trying to buy my silence."
Ginny looked at the tickets and saw they were for prime seats at an Arsenal game in a months' time, and there were four of them. "Damn, they really are sorry." She saw he was fiddling with a card and took a look at that. "A condolences card? Wouldn't that be 'sorry your arm and leg got broken', not 'sorry we broke your arm and leg'? Condolences instead of apologies? Honestly," she scoffed.
"I guess Hermione didn't have a hand in choosing the card," he joked.
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"Hey," Harry greeted her when she let herself into his flat with the dinner she'd promised to bring. "We need to talk about something."
She came to a full stop halfway into the flat and her heart skipped a beat as she stared at him.
"What?" he asked stupidly. "What's wrong?"
"Are you dumping me?"
"What?! No! Why would you get that idea? If anything we need to talk about you moving in."
"Holy fuck, Harry!" she admonished him and let the door swing closed behind her. "Everyone knows that 'we need to talk' is either how you start off telling your partner you're through or that you found out you have and STI. So, have you got an STI?"
"No!"
"So we're not through and you don't have an STI, then you're not allowed to start whatever conversation this is going to be off that way." She put the take away on the counter and bent down to give Pickles a scratch behind the ears as he'd come up and started rubbing himself against her legs in greeting. "Hang on," she stood up straight again. "Did you just say we need to talk about us living together?"
She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it. She'd had long term relationships before but none of them had felt like they were going to last, not like this one did. And she'd already seen two flats through work that she thought would be perfect for them, and they allowed pets. If he was serious about that then she really regretted filling out the lease forms for the new applicants. They'd exchanged flat keys at four months and they were seven months in now and rarely spent a night apart.
He stood on the other side of the counter from her looking exasperated. "What I want to talk to you about is not our relationship or my having an STI. I need to talk to you about Tom Riddle."
"Who?"
He pulled out a picture from his work bag and put it down on the counter facing her.
Her breath caught in her throat.
It was him! That was the guy that attacked her!
"He's known to frequent the pub I was at that night. I've gone back there a few times on game night with a work mate of mine and found out about him. There were two others that go there fairly often that kind of match my description, but this guy, this one has a reputation and a file. Ginny, is he the guy?"
"Yes," she croaked and pushed his photo back to Harry. "That's him."
"You're sure?" he pressed.
"Yes, I'm sure. That's him, that's the guy."
"And do you remember anything about him, some mole on his hand or anything that would confirm it's him that you can't tell from this picture?"
"He-he had a ring on the ring finger of his right hand. It was like a signet ring, it's what cut the side of my face when I was fighting him."
"And would you be okay with coming down to the station to add that to the report that was made right after it happened?"
"They did file a report?" They'd seemed so dismissive of her when she went in there after her attack.
"They did. We have to make a report anytime anyone comes in, no matter if it's a stolen Oyster card or an attack. With out a name though, there wasn't much that could be done."
"How many times have you gone back to that bar looking for him?" She hadn't noticed that he'd been doing that and he hadn't said anything to her.
"A lot," he admitted. "Basically any night that I knew you were working late and would be staying at your place. Ever since I got the walking cast off."
That was several months he'd been looking into this and making sure.
All for her!
She went around the counter and gave him a hug. "Thank you," she said into his chest.
He hugged her back. "It's just what you do for the people you love, right?"
Now he was going to make her cry! She smiled into his chest as she felt the tears pooling in her eyes. Harry didn't have many people he loved, she knew he wouldn't say that without meaning it.
"I love you too," she told him and came up onto her toes to give him a kiss.
"So how about we eat dinner first, then we'll head down to the station and get this over with, yeah?"
"Perfect," she smiled and wiped her eyes. She doled out the dishes while Harry put the picture away.
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AN- This is the last Sequel story for a while. Next time we'll be back to the one-shots. I still have more sequel requests coming in but I'll get back to them eventually.