AN- Angry Smut Bingo square is being claimed for this one!

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"I told you this was going to happen," Harry slammed the door shut into their house.

Ginny kicked off her shoes, rolling her eyes at the never-ending rant her husband was carrying on.

"Same guy, every week and now he isn't even owling them, he's sneaking into your locker room," he continued.

"I know, Harry!" she yelled. "I. Know. I was there. In fact, I was the one that found the letter and brought it to security."

"Well you should have brought it to security sooner. Maybe when I pointed it out weeks ago," he argued.

Ginny let out an exasperated growl and chucked her bag in the entryway closet. "Just let it go! They're dealing with it." She stomped off to the kitchen, attempting to gain some distance from him, but he wasn't letting that happen.

"Let it go? How am I supposed to let it go? You're my wife. I'm concerned for your safety."

"I'm NEVER alone, what do you think is going to happen to me?" Ginny pulled open the door to the ice box, but because they had been circling around in this fight since he'd found her at the security office after her game, she found she wasn't actually hungry anymore, she was too mad to assemble something for dinner.

"Guys like these will find a way. He's clearly obsessed with you. I think I have a right to make a fuss about that. And he's calling you Ginny 'Weasley'. Do you not think I should be pissed off about that too?"

That earned him another eye roll from his wife. "Oh yes, by all means, pound your chest like a caveman, stake your claim." Her hand went up to the letters on top of the ice box, to the stash of mail from Harry's own admirers, and pulled them down, throwing them one at a time in his direction while reading off the names. "Janice Everson, she's keen on shagging you. Patricia Marshall, she tricked her beau into looking like you. Tina Beggs wants to have your babies," she kept going down the list of women that sent him letters incessantly.

"These women aren't breaking in to drop the letters off," he pointed out dismissively.

"No, they've just been obsessed with you since Riddle's downfall and sending you fan mail ever since," Ginny shook her head and turned back to the food they had on hand. Nothing was looking appealing.

"It's not the same."

Ginny shut the door to the icebox in frustration and caught today's date on the calendar affixed the door, it had been circled. She growled at the sight of it, this was not the night for that to happen, and yet they were on a schedule.

She turned around and crossed her arms, facing him. "Have you said your piece enough yet?"

"No," he stated defiantly.

Ginny glared at him. He loved her, she loved him, but that didn't stop them from getting in spats like this. She understood that he was concerned something would happen to her because this fan was keen on her, but she didn't need him to carry on endlessly because of it.

She'd found the letter, taken it to security, they'd figure out who he was and take care of it. Just because Harry was an Auror he thought he should be the one tracking this guy down himself.

And then what? Showing him his wedding band and pictures from their ceremony to prove that Ginny was already married? Everyone knew she was married. It had been splattered all over the tabloids despite the effort they'd made to keep reporters far away from their nuptials. The Wizarding world knew they were married.

"Fine, keep ranting, but we have to shag," she headed towards the bedroom.

"What?! Ginny," he followed her down the hallway. "You can't just take off your clothes to end an argument! I'm mad at you."

She rounded on him and gave him a slight push against the wall. "I know that you're mad at me. Because apparently I don't freak out enough. What is it exactly you want me to do here Harry? Curl up in a ball and cry until they find him? Jump at loud noises?"

"You could be a little less flippant about it."

"You had Voldemort chasing after you your entire Hogwarts career. You never let that stop you from playing Quidditch, sneaking off wherever at night, looking for danger. Fuck sake Harry, you wandered into an Acromantuala lair and sacrificed yourself. All I am doing is MY JOB."

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"Why can't you just take some time off until they figure out who it is?" He didn't bother trying to defend his previous actions. Ginny knew everything that had happened to him, and he had been very reckless and made a lot of mistakes. But he'd learned from them and he was terrified that this fan might somehow hurt Ginny.

"Well if you fuck me right now then there's a good chance that I'll be done for a while after this season," she told him.

Harry opened his mouth, all set to argue, but whatever argument was half formed in his mind had nothing to do with what she'd just said. His eyes closed when he realized what she was talking about. "Shit," he knocked his head back against the wall gently. "Today?"

"And the next two days as well. Lucky you," she told him sarcastically.

"I don't want to do it like this," he told her.

"Why not? Can't get it up?" Ginny crossed her arms and glared at him.

If he wasn't on his way to being angry before, that comment sure did it. "Are you fucking kidding me? Don't be like that!" They were in an argument, sure, but that was a low blow. Ginny tended not to think when she was angry and lost the filter between her mind and mouth.

Her face screwed up and went a bit redder because she knew she'd crossed a line. "I'm sorry," she chewed out. "Are you coming or not?" she gestured in the direction of their bedroom.

"I'm not exactly in the mood right now," he pointed out plainly.

Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. "Harry, we've talked about this. We've tried the last three months with no success. If it doesn't happen in the next three nights then we're putting it off for another year."

He knew this. When they decided it was time to start having a family they figured it would be pretty instantaneous, her getting pregnant. But it wasn't. Ginny had worked out how to time it so when she got pregnant she would be able to play to the end of the Quidditch season and only miss one full season due to pregnancy and having a new baby. If they didn't get her pregnant this month then the timing just didn't work for her and they agreed that they would wait another year.

Neither of them wanted to wait another year though.

He knew she was already upset that it hadn't happened right away, that was why after the second month of no results she'd tracked her ovulation cycle and circled the days on the calendar in the kitchen. These three days were supposed to have the both of them 'trying for a baby' at every opportunity they got. He'd been looking forward to it, he hadn't anticipated being in a fight, but he couldn't just shove his anger aside.

Anger, however, would not stop him from from getting a hard on and accomplishing his task.

"Fine," he walked around her and went to the bedroom.

"Fine what?" she asked hotly as she followed behind him.

"What do you mean 'fine what'? Fine, let's just shag then."

"When you're still all pissy with me like this?" she asked incredulously.

Harry pulled his shirt over his head and started undoing the buckle on his belt. "Well, we've a limited time frame, don't we?"

Ginny gaped at him from the doorway. "And what say we do get pregnant from this go 'round, you really want our first born to be brought into the world this way? You're still irrationally angry at me."

"You know what's irrational?" he asked, pulling off his socks. "You thinking we're going to sit people down and tell them the mood we were in when I knocked you up. Didn't think that one through, did you?"

He could see her jaw clenching from where he was. Her eyes narrowed at him and she squared her shoulders. She got like this when she was told she couldn't do something but was defiant about proving them wrong. Striding into the room she shucked her clothes off as well.

It didn't matter that he was in a bad mood, his wife was still hot. The head on his shoulders wasn't entirely game for this yet, but the one between his legs still wanted to say hello to his favorite hiding spot.

Ginny climbed naked onto the bed and lay there propped up on her elbows and looking at him expectantly with a frown.

"Why don't you turn around if you're going to be like that," he told her. He didn't need her giving him that look while he was trying to put a baby inside her. Pretty sure no one was going to ask which position their future child was going to be conceived in either.

Ginny glared at him and there was a flash of a snarl on her upper lip before she rolled over and took one of her pillows, hugging it to her front between her belly and the mattress, simply waiting for him.

Harry's fists clenched. He was only concerned about her safety when it came to this crazed fan and she didn't seem to care in the slightest.

He climbed onto the bed and held himself over top of her. Feeling slightly malicious about their fight he gave her bum a slap, liking the sound of her squeak of surprise followed by a growl. Wasting no time he dipped his hand between her legs and immediately dipped two fingers inside her.

Ginny drew in a sharp gasp, "Harry!" she growled.

"What," he asked her seditiously, "I read that book you had, I know you need to be good and wet first. Or did you want me to do you while you're still not ready for me?" He pumped is fingers as deep inside her as they would go, resting back to watch what he was doing with growing arousal. The sight of what he was doing to her was getting him hotter.

She didn't seem to be getting as turned on by this as he was though.

Harry couldn't help his condescending smirk before he added anther finger and was rewarded with her flinch and gasp. He might have felt like this was bordering on BDSM if she wasn't unconsciously rocking back against his fingers and starting to get wetter.

Her body was betraying her.

Judging she was wet enough he came over top of her and pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his erection and not being too gentle about it either, he slid inside her quickly in one move. He felt her clench beneath him and saw her hands fisting in the sheets and immediately felt bad about how he'd just done that.

Forcing himself to calm down, he covered her hands with his own and started slowly thrusting in and out of her. His mercy though seemed to have irritated her because she turned her head and bit his arm. Nipping at it none too nicely and growling.

"Argh," he pulled that arm away from her immediately and put it to her hip to hold her in place. "If you're going to be that way then."

Harry sat back to rest on his knees, upright, and pulled her down the bed so she was dragged back against his hips and firmly placed before him, lifting her bum up and holding on to both her hips. Then he started thrusting at a pace that he knew made her cry out loudly but was really all about his pleasure.

Generally, when they were in bed, he tried to get her twice to his one, but not tonight. If she was going to be obstinate about her own safety, then perhaps she didn't deserve an orgasm. They only needed him to be the one that came anyhow.

Being selfish didn't come naturally to Harry, but in this case he would make an exception. He barreled into her over and over again, the pleasured cries she would let out were egging him on as a sheen of sweat broke out over his whole body at the brutal pace he'd set.

Ginny tried to adjust her position, but his hand went to her back and pressed her back down on the pillow beneath her, keeping her angled just how he wanted.

It felt so good to take her like this, just focusing on himself. It wasn't taking long either. His balls were tightening and his teeth were grinding together as he worked at getting his release. His eyes closed as his head fell back, trying to put all his energy into keeping his pace of pounding into her.

He let out a loud groan of satisfaction as his load shot into her.

"There," he managed between his pants. "Mission accomplished."

Ginny didn't say anything.

Harry's breathing returned to normal and he relaxed his grip on her hips, pulling out slowly and starting to feel how much his muscles had protested that level of intensity for their coupling. He didn't let himself fall to the bed beside her, instead he got up and headed straight for the shower. If she was in a mood before then, she certainly would be after that show as well. She'd rolled over before left the room and moved back against the pillows, but they didn't make any eye contact.

Soaping up in the shower he started feeling really bad about it all. His mind had calmed down and begun rationalizing. She had shown him the fan mail after all. And she didn't have to tell him about the hand delivered note that was in her locker. She had informed security right away, and let him be the one to pick her up there.

This wasn't the first time one of her adoring fans had gone too far though.

When she'd been signed by the Holyhead Harpies Harry was thrilled for her. Then there was all this promotional material that came out. Ginny was an attractive girl, and now a beautiful woman who had a phenomenal Quidditch career, it made sense that she was desired by more than just her husband.

But Harry didn't like it.

He'd never liked when he found out that someone had a pin-up poster of his wife. And he especially didn't like finding out that some of those people where more than simply fans. Multiply that by tenfold when they addressed things to her as Ginny Weasley and not Ginny Potter.

Harry hadn't had much that belonged to him growing up, but Ginny did. Not in a misogynistic way, but she was his and he was hers.

Hopefully her male fan base would die off once he knocked her up.

He really wanted to start a family with her, and he wanted more than one. More than two. Ideally there would be three or four. Harry understood why his in-laws just kept on having kids. Siblings were important, they learned from each other, relied on each other. Harry would have loved to have something like that growing up and thought that he might have if his parents survived.

When he saw Ginny playing with Teddy or one of her nieces and nephews his chest swelled with pride and longing.

Merlin, he loved that woman.

And he was being an ass.

Shutting off the tap, he toweled off, readying himself to apologize and grovel a bit.

Walking back into the bedroom he stopped dead three feet into the room, staring open mouthed at the sight there.

It was his own fault that she was doing this. His fault she was on her back against the pillows, legs spread and using a vibrating toy on herself.

His penis was twitching back to life at the sight of it. She had a slow and steady rhythm that she was working herself over with. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open her breasts rising and falling with every circling of her hips.

Harry dropped his towel and went to her slowly. He wanted to be the one to give her pleasure, not force her to take care of her own needs.

Ginny started as the mattress shifted when he climbed onto it. Sitting down between her legs he locked eyes with her, she didn't look the least bit embarrassed about him catching her pleasuring herself. Instead she looked smug.

He didn't raise to the bait on that look, he wanted to apologize, not keep fighting.

Resting his hand over hers he gripped the base of the toy she was using and leaned down to kiss the soft skin of her belly, keeping up the pace that she'd set while her hands moved away, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down to her clit.

She rocked more firmly against his mouth when he circled his tongue over that sweet spot.

It wasn't long that he was lapping at her before she shuddered under his tongue and came loudly.

Harry kissed his way back up her body, his hand still pumping her toy in and out of her while she came down from her orgasm. He was rock hard now and once he came level with her breast, he pulled her toy out, tossing it to the other side of the bed and replacing it with himself.

He smiled as he felt her clench around him at the invasion.

Aligning his torso properly with hers he started giving her the same slow movements that the toy had been. She was plenty wet now and looking up at him, that stubborn glint in her eye not quite at full blast.

"I love you," Harry told her sincerely.

"I'm still, ah, mad at you," she gasped when he ground into her. "But I love you too."

Harry kissed her then, trying to portray how sorry he was about overreacting. Ginny was kissing him back. They'd talk the argument through later, but for now this was all the apology either of them needed.

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AN- I've already had a few guest readers commenting that this constitutes rape.

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No.

Leaving your wife unsatisfied is not rape.

And if you are saying that it is rape because he was angry or focused on only himself for the first round, then please keep in mind that she BIT HIM when he was trying to make it pleasurable for her.

The whole prompt behind this story was to write angry smut. The only way I could figure out how to get Angry Smut was to have them in a fight but trying to conceive on a schedule.

NOT. RAPE.