Tanuska:Can you do one about canon hinny where harry comes back from a s*** mission but ginny is still in hogwarts (the year after war ) . He straight up sneaks into school and kidnaps her lol. And they have hot wild sex(because he got sm pent up energy) in the room of requirements. And he shares his thoughts with her after .

This sex doesn't happen in to RoR though.

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Could Have Happened

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The door closed behind him and Harry rested his back against it, needing to take a few breaths before he could find the will and the energy to carry on with his evening. It had been such a long day.

It had been a series of really long days.

What he'd expected when he joined up with the Aurors he wasn't quite sure. Capturing the remaining Death Eaters, yes, but beyond that he hadn't really thought it out.

It had been like those movies he'd seen of military training where the cadets had to go through these obstacle courses and wound up getting covered in mud. But this was the Wizarding equivalent of that. They didn't use mud. No, it was something much worse than mud, it was Darkness Powder that had you coughing and smelling it for hours after because it got up your nose. They didn't use flash grenades either. It was spells that were cast at them that knocked them on their ass.

Some of the new recruits had dropped out already. Every time he noticed one less head in the group he wondered if they had the right idea.

He could have been working in a different department of the Ministry like the Muggle Liaison Office with Arthur, that would have been cushy. Or the Games Office, he might have gotten Quidditch tickets that way.

He could have done absolutely fuck all and been alright financially. Unfortunately, sitting around on his arse was not something that his mind would let him do. All day every day his brain and body would have been telling him he was supposed to be doing something productive instead of being a lazy lay-about like his Uncle Vernon had told him he was nearly every day growing up.

He could have gone back to Hogwarts too and been spending his days doing revision and snogging his girlfriend.

Merlin, he missed Ginny.

They'd spent all of last summer making the most of their time together before she went back to school. It had been amazing. They'd just picked up from where they'd left off just before Dumbledore's funeral and she had been so understanding about his reason for breaking it off with her then.

She was amazing.

And now she was all the way over there, and he was all the way over here.

Here, at Grimmauld Place.

Ron was living with him, and Harry was glad to have the company. Hermione had chosen to go back to Hogwarts, so the two of them were able to commiserate over missing their women, particularly when their relationships had just reached that point where the really liked spending time with their girlfriends.

Harry brought his hand to the back of his neck and gave it a rub while he stretched out his shoulders.

He was covered from head to toe in some substance that he couldn't identify.

As he headed for the stairs to get to the loo he couldn't help chastising himself for his expectations when deciding to join up for Auror training. He'd been warned that it was difficult and strenuous. But he'd just come out of hiding after being labelled Undesirable Number One for several months and then killed the Darkest Wizard in recent history.

Somehow, he thought that would have qualified him to jump right into the thick of it with the other Auror's who were out hunting down Death Eaters.

Really.

Not.

The.

Case.

Harry really thought he wasn't egotistical. Never had he thought he let the whole 'Boy-Who-Lived/Chosen One' simply open doors for him. But in this case, yeah, he thought he was already fully qualified for it.

He wasn't.

There were so many spells he'd never heard of. So many potion's he'd never brewed. So many tactics for tracking and so many different types of paperwork that needed to be filled out before whatever task he might endeavor to do would be Ministry approved.

He made it into the bathroom and started the tap for the shower, making sure it was extra hot so the first layer of grime would wash off him.

Today had been full on.

It was the end of a long week of practical training and simulations. And it had been like the obstacle courses were set up courtesy of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. It was definitely some of their products that were used to make the booby traps. Harry would recognize the smell and consistency of the swamp.

It hadn't been just about him getting through the course either. They were a team and needed to get through the course as a team. Five of them. And it was so difficult that all Harry could hope for was that he wouldn't be the weakest link.

The other recruits would turn to him too in times of crisis as though he would have the answers to how to get them unstuck from the wall when the layer of slime was shot at them and they were incarcerated.

Well, he didn't. He'd relied on Hermione to know how to do things like that.

What really irked him now that he truly knew how intensive the training was, was that there had been tens of fully trained Aurors working for the Ministry that had gone through this before him, and they'd all just let Voldemort take over their country.

Kingsley was the only Auror he knew that had a sense of right and wrong, and he was now the Minister for Magic. He had been there for the first day of Harry and Ron's training though, and he'd given his word as to who they could trust in the department implicitly.

Each and every member of the Ministry staff had been subjected to questioning after the Battle of Hogwarts, not scary questioning with Dementors in the courtroom, more and interview of sorts. By the end of the war the side that people had stood on was pretty well known. Yet it was hard to tell who had felt forced to play their part under threat of their loved ones being harmed.

As he stepped under the shower he let the crappy day wash away as the dirt and grime washed down the drain.

Ron had gone to WWW after their day. He had promised to help out George as much as he could. Harry would be by himself for dinner.

And it was Friday so he'd had five days in a row of this being the way he felt when he got home.

Home.

Grimmauld Place still didn't quite feel like it had earned the title of 'home'. It was simply where he found it most convenient to stay.

Molly would have loved it if he and Ron had opted to stay at the Burrow, but he was too used to his independence to have that kind of mothering. It would have driven him batty and resentful. He couldn't ever let himself feel resentful of Molly, or Arthur. They meant too much to him to think of that way.

So that was why he decided to take proper ownership of Grimmauld Place.

And he hated it.

It was dark and depressing. There was this ancient musty smell that followed him around everywhere. It was no wonder really that Sirius was desperate to get out of there, and why he left home at sixteen.

Eventually he would get rid of it and buy someplace else. He just wasn't ready to invest that much time and energy into making that kind of a decision.

That, and he was picturing his next home to be with a different member of the Weasley clan, so he needed her input.

He hadn't admitted this to Ginny or Ron or Hermione, but Ginny was it for him. He'd wasted so much time barely even noticing her there at his side, then when he did she had slowly become all he could think about. Her giving him another chance after the Battle had been all it took to assure himself that he'd made the right choice on that platform with Dumbledore when he decided to return.

She had made all the pain and grieving worth it.

Seeing her now would make him feel like Auror training was worth it.

As he poured a dollop of shampoo into his hand and starting washing his hair he began picturing what it might be like next year to come home and have Ginny there, or him being in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them when she came through the door. They could commiserate together over his Auror training and her Quidditch training over dinner. Then they could spend the evening rubbing out the tension and sore muscles until they both felt relaxed and sleepy.

Domestic bliss, that's what it's called.

He wanted so badly to have that with her.

He wanted so badly to have her here now in this place that didn't feel like home, but might if she were in it.

Hogwarts had been the only place that really felt like home for him.

If they could have had one more year in that school together then he could have really seen what all the fuss was about when snogging in darkened corridors and sneaking around.

He and Ginny hadn't gotten up to much sneaking around in his sixth year. They'd had a spot they liked to visit down by the lake, and once they had wound up in a broom closet but they hadn't been intimate with each other then, it had been much too new of a relationship.

There were a lot of aspects of his childhood and teen years that he had missed out on but that one, that was the one he had wished for the most; shagging somewhere they shouldn't at school.

As he stood under the spray of water and got the shampoo out and started to feel less disgusting, he realized that he was still a teenager, and he could actually still get up to that mischief he missed out on. After all, he still knew a way to sneak into the school. He also still had his map that told him where Ginny would be, and a broom that could get him up to the girls dormitory window if she happened to be there.

One could argue that he should have given the map to Ginny for her last year, that same argument could have been made for him giving it to her while he and the other two were on the run. It was one of the most precious things he owned though. It wasn't just that it had been created by his father, but it had been made by Sirius and Remus too. It would have been like giving away a piece of them. Even if he did trust Ginny implicitly, which he did, he simply couldn't part with it.

And what kind of son of a Marauder would he be if he didn't take this piece of their legacy right now and get some mischief managed? They would be looking down at him with frowns, shaking their heads and scoffing.

He grabbed the bar of soap and put in a thorough effort all over himself to make sure he was as clean as possible.

He had a lady to surprise.

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Maybe he hadn't quite accounted for the weather. He just didn't remember it being so cold… in November… in Scotland.

Being in the air on his broom wasn't helping considering the wind was blowing pretty hard right then.

It was only for a few minutes though, then he would be inside the castle under his cloak. It might keep him invisible, but it wasn't the warmest weather apparel.

He'd apparated into Hogsmeade and come through the Shrieking Shack to the Whomping Willow and now he was trying to squint at his map and find out where Ginny was exactly. She wasn't in her dorm room or the library. She wasn't down by the Quidditch Pitch or in the kitchens and he couldn't see her anywhere in the Gryffindor Common room.

His hands were shaking so hard from the cold that the names were almost simply blurs on the page from being jostled around so much.

Finally! He spotted her walking with Luna along a corridor, it looked like they were headed towards Ravenclaw.

Quickly he folded up his map and tucked it away, blowing hot air onto his hands before rubbing them together and then guiding his broom towards one of the courtyards so he could intercept her before she got back to Gryffindor.

Once he landed he shrunk down his broom and tucked it in his pocket, giving a hard shiver at the sensation of his ice cold hand against his leg through the skin.

Merlin, he was freezing!

He crossed his arms in front of him, tucking his hands under his biceps at his side and made his way swiftly through the halls. Then he saw her.

She was walking towards him, on her own now. She looked tired. Beautiful, but tired. Her letters to him had mentioned how busy she was with schoolwork and Quidditch and trying to balance the two. She was also having to spend a good chunk of her time running interference with the Prefects to make sure that the Slytherin kids weren't getting harassed.

That's right, now that the war was over, the Slytherin kids were being bullied pretty hard as revenge for what everyone had been through over the past few years.

As she walked is way her eyes slipped closed and remained closed as she walked down the center of the hallway.

He pulled off his Invisibility cloak, there was no one else around them, and stood directly in her path. But her eyes didn't open again and she walked right into him and nearly fell over, he had to hold on to her so she stayed balanced.

He bit his tongue to stop from laughing out loud as her eyes shot open in surprise.

"Harry?" Her beautiful brown orbs were looking at him in shock, then they grew even wider. "Merlin! Your hands are freezing!"

"Sorry," he pulled them away, they had landed on her hips and a strip of her skin had been exposed.

Ginny didn't let him pull away fully though, she pulled him closer and pressed her warm lips to his own. "What are you doing here?" she asked. She didn't let him answer though, her lips went back to his own.

He tried to say that he had missed her, but it only came out as garbled nonsense. What they were doing right now, that was the reason he was there. He wanted to be with her. A warmth was spreading from where their mouths were joined and worked its way down his neck and right to his heart.

She didn't seem to care for the answer anyhow.

His hands wandered back down to her hips and slipped under her shirt to the warm skin there.

Ginny gasped and pulled back. "Why are you so cold?"

"Flew here," he said quickly and tried to pull her back to him so they could continue greeting each other.

Her hand came to rest on his chest and stop him. "All the way here?!" she asked incredulously.

"What? No, I'm not crazy. Just from the Whomping Willow."

"Oh. Well, come on then," she said eagerly, all sign of exhaustion having left her. "Let's go get you warmed up."

He very much liked the sound of that.

Harry had expected her to lead him towards the Room of Requirement, instead she led him towards the fourth floor and the Prefects Bathroom.

They were going to take a bath together? They hadn't done that before.

She led him into the room and locked the door before starting the taps running.

Were they really both going to get in there? Was he supposed to be stripping down until he was naked? They had seen each other naked before, but it had been a few months, and even then it had been a gradual process to being completely naked together. First they'd removed shirts, then they'd removed trousers. And even when they were completely naked they hadn't been just standing there in front of each other completely bared, there were bed sheets involved or their own body parts blocking the view.

As Ginny made her way back to him, pulling her top off over her head while the steam from the bath started warming up the room drastically, he had the feeling they would be getting the full frontal treatment tonight.

"You like this idea?" she asked, a sultry twinkle in her eye telling him she knew he was enjoying this. She was standing before him in a bra after all.

"I very much like this idea," he nodded dumbly.

"Good," she reached out slowly and deliberately to grasp at the top of his trousers and undid the button for him. "I want to get you all warmed up." Her hand ran down the front of his trousers as well and his eyes closed at the sensation of her touch against his growing manhood.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he groaned. Then he groaned even louder when she rubbed her palm against him again for good measure.

She stretched up onto her toes and gave a kiss below his ear. "I had a dream one night that we would do this."

That had him twitching between his legs. She had naughty dreams about them? He could stand to hear a bit more of that.

"Where we in the bath?" he asked, hoping for full details.

"Mmhmm," she nodded and gave a kiss below his other ear as well. "I was pressed up with my back against the side of the tub." She took a step back and undid the button on her own trousers, sliding them slowly down her hips.

He grinned at the sight of her mis-matched bra and cotton knickers. He didn't care about her lingerie, he was too excited about the opportunity he was getting to see them again. They'd be on the floor in a minute if he was lucky.

Oh, he was so lucky!

She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, holding it against her front as the straps fell down her shoulders. She was giving him this teasing look, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes almost taunting him.

"Oh please, Ginny," he begged.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

It had to have been only half a second before his own shirt was on the floor behind him. She gave a chuckle at his eagerness and then dropped her bra to the floor.

And there they were.

Breasts are awesome.

It was such a lame thing to think, but it was still the first thought to come to his mind. He was only nineteen after all, and hers were the only one's he'd ever seen. They were so round and smooth and perky. There were a few freckles on them and those freckles were the same color as her areola.

Then she leaned over and slid her knickers down her legs and stood there before him completely naked.

"I love you," he said in a daze.

She gave him another wry smile and tilted her head, "now your turn."

He was grateful that she had given him that little bit of a show, because it meant that he had grown slightly before having to be baring it all for her.

"Very nice Mister Potter," Ginny purred and came to wrap her arms around his neck. "Now lets see if we can recreate that dream of mine."

He was going to have sex with her in water!

She gave him a kiss and pulled back, dipping into the water first and shutting off the taps while he eagerly followed her in.

The warm water felt perfect on his cold extremities.

Ginny swam back towards him and wrapped her arms around

"Hmm." He hummed and pulled her into his arms, kissing her thoroughly as he massaged from her waist to her shoulders with her pressed up against him.

The humming and moaning she was making from his hands was only serving to make him harder. It was with great relief he felt her take him in hand and start rubbing her fist up and down in a relaxed movement. He began kissing his way down her neck as his hands moved to her bum to massage her there.

Her legs wrapped around him and she captured his lips again.

Smiling against her lips he guided them over to the side of the tub pressing her against the wall there. His hands resumed their task of massaging every bit of her body he could, spending extra time appreciating her breasts one at a time.

"Does this feel good for you?" He asked out of lust and curiosity, meaning his touching her breasts.

She hummed and rested her head back. "I like when you rub your thumbs along the underside." She told him and rocked against him. "I like when you kiss them too."

Needing no further encouragement, he lowered his head to bury it in her soft mounds. Her little nipples were hardened peaks showcasing her arousal. The sensation of them against his face was indescribable. Like he was running his skin across warm silk perhaps. If warm silk smelled and tasted the way she did.

His fingers came around the underside of her bum and found her entrance. He grinned against her breast when he felt how slick she was there, even in the water he could tell the difference of her own wetness. She let out an appreciative sigh as he ran his fingers along her slit and ran her own fingers through his hair, keeping his head in place against her chest.

He gave her a soft bite so she would loosen her grip enough for him to raise himself up and line up the head of his penis with her entrance. He tried to maintain eye contact as she twirled her hips, lowering herself down marginally on him with every rotation, but the sensation was too much for him to be able to keep his eyes open. They both let out a sigh of contentment when he was fully sheathed inside her.

This was his favorite place in the world.

He gripped the taps beside her head for leverage as he slowly moved in and out of her as though they had all the time in the world. He wanted to memorize every moment of this so that he could call it up in his mind for future use when he was on his own and missing her.

With her head fallen back as it was she wasn't able to muffle any of the groans, moans, or sighs she was needing to release as a result of what he was doing to her. It was encouragement for him to keep going. He wanted to hear how much she was enjoying this. Every other time they had been trying to keep quiet so they wouldn't be overheard. Now she wasn't holding anything back.

So, he didn't hold anything back.

He began thrusting into her with as much abandon as the water resistance allowed and she sounded like she was enjoying it as much as he was. Every time he was completely inside of her he tried adding a little circling of his hips and it made the most amazing sensation at the base of his erection.

Her fingers dug into his hair. "Oh, fuck yes. Keep doing that."

"What? This?" he asked teasingly as he circled his hips around again and again.

"Yes! Oh fuck! That feels so good," she panted.

So, he kept it up. One minute more and he was wanting to thrust into her again, but she was clutching him so hard, in a way that told him she was very close to having an amazing orgasm. And he wanted to give her that.

He wanted her to be calling this up to mind when she was alone in her dorm room with her own hand down her knickers and thinking of him.

One of her hands came out of his hair to clutch at his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. Her head came forward so their foreheads were pressed together, her mouth open in a silent scream as he felt her hips twitching and an incredible tightness grasping him inside of her.

He couldn't look away from her face. It was awe-inspiring seeing the pleasure he was capable of giving her.

Then her head fell back and she let out an earth shattering cry followed by his name.

"Yes!" she said at a more normal volume and out of breath. "Keep, keep going. I want to feel more."

With that vague request he switched back to thrusting inside her. His hands coming down to grip her hips while her own moved back to brace herself against the wall with her arms locked around the taps.

Like and animal he drove into her over and over again, encouraged once more by the sounds she was making. She was still so tight and hot around him, and it had been so long that less than a minute later he didn't hold back giving his own loud cry as he finished inside her.

Two, three, four big thrusts after he'd cum and he was able to let his body relax.

Sex is awesome.

He could still count the number of times they'd done it, but this one had easily been the most satisfying.

"That was amazing," he said as his head came to rest in the crook of her neck.

"It really was." She sounded just as sleepy as he felt.

Her arms came down around him and he hugged her tight to his as well and just enjoyed the feel of her naked body pressed up against his own.

"Can you stay the night?" she asked.

"Room of Requirement?"

"Yeah," she sighed.

It was twenty minutes later that they were in much the same position, except this time it was horizontally and on a bed they had conjured up to spend the night in. She was tucked up against his side as he lay on his back and told her about all the different tasks he was having to go through in training and wondering aloud whether he should have chosen a different career path.

They had written to each other about these things, but actually telling her and talking it through with her felt so much more cathartic.

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