Hinny FTW Prompt- Polyjuice play turned wrong. Harry went on a long term mission and returned home before the polyjuice effect went away. They're both horny, but can't get into it because of the strange body Harry's in. Frustrating wait ensues before they can pounce each other.

AN- Except I have a work around for that 'wait' time.

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Consent

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He paused at the gate before the brick pathway up to the front door. He'd been on a lot of missions before and had wound up in worse situations than this. This one was just… delicate. Ginny was sure to be understanding. It wasn't like he'd wound up in St. Mungo's again or needed bedrest or anything to recuperate.

He just needed time.

And they both needed patience.

However, patience wasn't something that his wife had a lot of. That was what worried him.

Normally as soon as he was cleared by the Healer, particularly after a longer mission, like this one had been, Ginny would jump him. And he loved it when she did. It made him feel wanted when she did that. He loved that she loved shagging him.

He always challenged her to keep her hands away from her lady bits while he was on missions too, then would count the number of times he could get her off in a night when he got home.

It was the game they played.

Three weeks he'd been gone this time, and it wasn't the longest he'd been away by a long shot. Surely she would be able to keep her knickers on for one more night.

Then he saw her through the window. She was wearing an apron.

"Fuck!" he moaned and wiped his hand down his face. If she was wearing an apron then that meant that she'd already received an owl about their mission being complete and how there were no Aurors harmed.

That meant she was expecting him and expecting all of him.

And now he had to go in there and explain this situation when she was already expecting something tonight.

Ginny only wore that apron when she was making him a special dish, one that took a while to cook and would be ready by the time he was done shagging her in the kitchen and they'd worked up their appetites.

He passed through the gate and slowly walked down the pathway to the front door and knocked.

This was the best approach, he decided.

It was only a moment later that he heard her footsteps coming closer on the other side of the door before opening it and looking at him expectantly.

"Yes?" she asked and glanced behind him, then at his shirt, likely to see if there was some sort of badge there stating whether he was with a company. It was his coat he was wearing, but it wasn't a one of a kind coat, load of men had the exact same looking one.

"Ginny." He wasn't quite sure what to say now.

"Yes, that's me."

"No, I know that. I'm just… Ginny, I'm stuck like this."

"What?" she laughed. "What does that mean? Are you stuck on my doorstep?" She looked down at his shoes before looking back up into his eyes. "Why are you stuck here?"

"No," he shook his head, "I'm not stuck here. I'm stuck like this," he gestured to his body. "It's me, Harry. Something went wrong with this batch of Polyjuice Potion and I've been waiting for it to wear off, but it's been four hours and I'm still…" He raised his hands in defeat and question.

The humor dissipated from her eyes. "Harry?"

"Yeah."

"You're saying you're my husband."

"Yeah."

"And you're stuck like this."

"Yeah. I don't know when it's going to wear off. The potions team is already trying to figure out where it went wrong. They're also trying to figure out how to replicate it, because this could come in handy for our long assignments."

Ginny crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame; her brow knit together as she looked him over curiously. "I suppose this would be why we have the security questions then, isn't it?"

His lip twitched at that response. Not only was she being safe about letting him into the house, but the questions they'd chosen were rather racy and it changed before every mission.

"Six," he answered. Ginny smirked before she stepped back and held the door open, inviting him in.

"So, no idea when this is going to wear off then?" she asked as she helped him take off his coat.

"None. I'm hoping by morning at least. I was taking a swig of the flask every hour, like normal, but it wasn't like I was checking in the mirror before drinking it when I woke up, so I don't actually know if it had worn off through the nights. That's three weeks and 18-20 swigs a day on average. It might have built up over time, I don't know. The potions masters aren't sure either. It's a wait and see situation." He toed off his shoes and left them by the door and followed her into the kitchen. "I remember when Hermione accidentally turned herself into a cat and that took ages to wear off. But this was still the basic human transformation, so I'm hoping it's hours, not days."

"Well, this wasn't the reunion I had in mind," Ginny pouted.

"I know," he sighed, wanting to step towards her and pull her into his arms, but not like this. Currently he looked like a man that was approximately his own size and height but looked more Italian with blue eyes and tanned skin. His cheek bones were different too.

Ginny stepped forward and traced her finger down his jaw line, one that was much more defined on this body than his own. "It's strange."

"I know," he said by way of apology.

Her pout deepened. "I suppose this means I need to wait?"

"What?"

"For you to shag me, I need to wait?"

"G-Ginny!" he was shocked by her need to even question it. "I don't even look like myself!"

She smiled and a mischievous glint came to her eye. "Good, just checking that your reaction was still one that my husband would give."

He let out a breath and a laugh. "You mean in case I, a stranger, just happened to know that the answer to our security question was 'six'?"

"Could have been a lucky guess," she shrugged and went to the oven to check on the food.

He rolled his eyes and sat down at the counter and looked at his wife's bum as she bent over to look through the window of the oven. He did miss her, physically.

It would be too weird though, wouldn't it? He didn't look like himself, and because he'd been curious, he'd done some comparisons with his, you know, business down there and this one was the same approximate size and length, but there was a curve to it.

He didn't know who they'd taken the hair from, and he was grateful for that. It wasn't like it had been when he and Ron had changed into Crabbe and Goyle. He never wanted to experience changing into someone that he knew again. Feeling someone else's body so intimately like that, understanding why they might walk the way they do, running his hand through their hair, but it wasn't his hand. It was just too strange.

The anonymity of being in a strangers body made it much easier for him to take, and thankfully the department tried to keep as close to ones physique as possible so the undercover assignments wouldn't have another level of adjustment on top of everything else.

He'd never had this issue of being stuck in another persons body before.

He'd tried to do the math in his head too, in case it was the issue of him taking a sip of the potion before his hour was up and maybe those excess minutes somehow built up and he just needed for them to wear off.

Three weeks was a long time though and he couldn't remember exactly when he'd taken the potions. Besides, if that were the case then it should have worn off in his sleep every night.

Ginny rested back against the counter and regarded him. She didn't look overly disappointed about the delay of their reunion. There was this look in her eye though, one of curiosity and mischief.

She tilted her head to the side slightly as she raked her eyes over him. "Three weeks is a long time," she commented.

He nodded and gave a swallow. He really missed her too, and he also had been looking forward to their reunion.

"You know how you always try to tell me to 'wait' for you while you're gone?" Her voice was at that decibel that it got to when she was trying to get him worked up.

He smirked. "I know that you can't make it more than a week."

She returned his smirk. "I also know that you can't make it more than a week."

She had him there. He would get a hard on from a gentle breeze if he needed to abstain for more than a week and always needed to take the edge off while he was away on long missions. It was natural. And when he challenged her to keep her hands in check while he was gone, it was just a tease as well. He loved that she had those urges too.

"And?" he challenged.

"Well, if you are stuck like this now, then you were stuck like this when you needed to… take care of yourself." She gestured to his body, waving her spatula in an 'S' formation through the air.

It was true. He would get back to his safehouse after a day of working and hop in the shower and take care of his business.

"It isn't like I was looking," he defended. "And I couldn't just walk around with an erection all day either."

Ginny bit her lip and smiled delightedly at him. "So, you got to play with the body, but I don't?" It was a simple question and asked so innocently. She put the spatula down and turned on a timer on the oven before coming around to stand beside him.

He turned so that he was seated with his knees open with space for her to come between them. It was his natural response to his wife coming to give him a kiss or an embrace.

And he was confused by the question.

"Wouldn't that be like cheating on me?"

"Would you wanking off another man's cock be like you cheating on me?" she purred and leaned forward to nuzzle against his cheek.

"But it's still me!" he sputtered.

"Exactly. It's still you in there." Her lips came dangerously close to his jaw and he could feel her hot breath on him. She'd put on a drop of her perfume too; it was incredibly faint and she would only wear it on special occasions, generally because it did things to him. Like right now, how his trousers were growing tight. "It would still be you under the sheets with your tongue on my clit."

"Ginny!" he gasped. "You'd… I'm… I'm sure it will only be for a bit longer."

Her arms came around his shoulders and she leaned back, a pout on her face. "Not even if it was like that? A dark room, you under the top sheet? I wouldn't even have to look at this body."

He was appalled at the thought of another man touching his wife, but… she had a point. There had been several instances he could call to mind where he had hardly even looked at her when they shagged. And it wouldn't have to be him not looking at her, it would have to be her not looking at him, and that was much easier to arrange.

"Gin," he started desperately.

"Harry," she responded in kind. "Are you giving push back on this because you like when I start sounding like a wanton whore?"

He did like that. Ginny wasn't keen on teasing or build up. She would sometimes read this romance novels with sex scenes in them that would get her all hot and demand he take care of her then and there. One time he'd been out and came home to find her in the bedroom with her fingers between her legs while she'd been reading one such scene and begged him to go down on her.

She'd lasted all of a minute before she completely unraveled from his touch then.

"I won't touch you at all if you don't want. I could wear a blindfold too," she promised.

Harry let out a groan at that. He wasn't going to last long if she kept asking like this and making suggestions. His eyes caught a small movement over on the stove, it was the timer showing him they had 40 minutes.

They could both easily be taken care of in 40 minutes.

His subconscious kept repeating that it wasn't his body though, over and over again.

He looked back at her, she wasn't looking at him though, not at his face anyhow. Her eyes were directed down between his legs where his trousers weren't doing much to hide the erection he had beneath them. Her small hands went to the outside of his thighs and started rubbing up and down.

"You want to." She wasn't asking.

"I missed you," he stated. Those three words were all encompassing; they were confirmation that he was desperate to shag her as well, completely in love with her and though he was tempted, he still thought it wouldn't be right.

Ginny didn't meet his eye again, she turned around and backed that lovely bum of hers up against him. He groaned at the feel of her bum pressed against his hardness and wrapped his arms around her waist. She started moving those hips of hers and rested her head back on his shoulder. She gave a hum, "even just this feels nice."

It did feel nice, and from this angle he could see down her top to those lovely breasts of hers too. His hands came up to cup them, knead them, and his lips went to her neck.

She sighed his name and kept moving against him, taking one of his hands off her chest and lowering it so it was between her legs. She was so warm and wet there.

"Ginny," he whispered.

"Harry," she purred back. "You know me so well."

She was doing a damned good job of convincing him.

Like this, in the kitchen with no reflective surfaces, it did feel like it was just the two of them. Maybe he was just caught up on this small detail. It was insignificant. He was still Harry, she was his wife. They'd shagged all over this house and a few others, had sex many hundreds of times and tried all sorts of new things.

This… this would probably feel like every other time they'd been together.

The stool he was on wouldn't be a good support for this act though. Bending her over the counter on the other hand, that would be perfect.

Quick as a whip, he stood up and turned her around the side of the island counter and tugged her trousers and knickers down. "Brace yourself," he ordered her and tugged down on his own pants, not looking at anything other than his wife's back and bare bum. He closed his eyes as he took himself in hand and guided the erection into that wet warmth.

Ginny hissed out the word 'yes' through gritted teeth.

He grinned every time he heard that from her. She had different names for the types of missions he would get assigned that were going to be taking him away from home, anything two weeks or longer she termed "A Re-Virginizer" type stint; because it made her get so tight.

He started thrusting into her and it felt so incredible. There was nothing that could possibly substitute.

"Harry," she panted.

He knew she was forcing herself to say his name again and again, and he appreciated that. Even more, he appreciated how she was pushing back against him to take as much of this erection as she could as hard as she could.

And he wasn't going to last long. Three weeks with only his hand and she was so tight and ready for him! He tried to hold out, his eye caught sight of the timer on the stove again and saw that only three minutes had passed since he'd last looked at it.

That wasn't enough time! He was sure she wasn't going to be getting there from this angle either, no matter how appreciative her moans were. She loved getting taken roughly, it wasn't the way she reached her finish though.

He braced himself, hand on the edge of the counter, and kept up his movements, her pushing back to meet him each time, and her moans getting louder.

That was intriguing, maybe he could get her off in this position.

He stood up tall and took hold of her hips, trying to push his finish away as best he could, and looked up as he assisted with her movements, praying that he could last, even just a minute more.

It felt so fucking good though!

He looked back down and could see that she only had one hand bracing herself against the counter, the other one was down between her legs. She was trying to get there from this angle! His thigh started having a pulsing nerve shooting through it, one that was telling him his time was almost up.

He tried to pull all manner of disgusting things to mind to delay it further, but it was no good. Ginny was starting to cry out a slur of profanity that was egging him on to take her harder and that was translating to him breaking and letting go completely.

He shot off inside her like a fire hose and it kept coming with every thrust.

With the blood pounding in his ears and adrenaline coursing through him he could barely comprehend that Ginny was still going.

His hands were still on her hips and she was still pushing desperately back against him, then his eyes went wide as he felt a familiar tightening and she cried out and slammed her supporting hand down on the counter in a closed fist, her other hand coming down beside it, her two fingers from that hand looking stressed from the work out they'd just received.

"Thank you," Ginny panted and folded her hands on the counter to rest her forehead upon them. "I needed that so bad."

He could do no more than give a lazy smile and looked back over at the timer to see that there were only thirty-four minutes left until dinner.

He grabbed his wand and cleaned them both up before tugging up his trousers and sitting back down on the stool. "I feel a lot better too," he admitted. "And now that that's taken care of, we'll wait until the potion wears off before we do it again, yeah?"

Ginny snorted with laughter, her head was still resting on her arms. "I'm not apologizing for getting you too worked up to resist. I was much too horny to wait." She tugged up her own trousers then before she made eye contact with him once more and blinked, then a smirk came to her face. "I think after dinner we'll be good to go again."

"Why is that?"

She cast the charm on herself and went to get herself a glass of water. "You're eyes are green again."

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