AN- A guest reader gave a prompt about a fellow Harpy team member getting cheated on by her boyfriend and lashing out at Ginny when she tried to console her.

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Cinnamon Bun

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The smell of sautéing onions met her nose as she walked through the door and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, a small smile coming to her face.

Harry was such a good cook.

Her mother was a good cook, but Harry was better; not that she'd ever tell her mum that. He just liked experimenting with new dishes whereas her mother stuck to the same dishes over and over again out of habit of having so many mouths to feed and only so much budget for things at the grocery store.

She and Harry though; dual income, no kids… yet.

Harry said he liked to come home from work and start doing a whole different kind of work in the kitchen, he said it was his way of decompressing from the day because it was always easy to sort out a recipe yet it wasn't so easy to sort out a case he was working on.

And Ginny liked him being in the kitchen because her cooking was crap and coming home to find her husband in an apron was a nice sight.

"Whatever you're making, it already smells good," Ginny told him as she stepped into the kitchen. He must have heard her come in because there was already a wine glass half full of red on the counter for her.

"Stir fry," he announced. "And you've got perfect timing because the rice has just finished." He glanced at the clock. "You're a bit late today. Gwenog make you run some drills a bit longer?"

"No, you can blame my tardiness on Gina," Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Oh? And what's the drama queen done now?"

Harry knew all about Gina, she was an excellent Beater, but she was loud, liked to have a good time, excessively, and she always had a new story of some kind of escapade or another that was told in the longest and most dramatic way possible. She loved the attention and, though she was loath to admit it, Ginny liked hearing about her teammates crazy life because it made her appreciate her own life so much more.

Her life with Harry had already taken all the twists and turns she wanted it to. If she did want more excitement in their life than they'd already had then she would have to be deranged. They'd been through enough.

Popping down to George's shop would be all the excitement she'd want; surprise and chaos all in one convenient location.

"Well, Gina is now single again."

"Did I know she was dating someone?" He asked in confusion.

Ginny waved a dismissive hand, "they hadn't been going out long. She met him four weeks ago and fell madly in love."

"As she does," he chuckled. "So what's the story?" he asked as he continued getting the ingredients at the ready beside the burners.

"He cheated on her, she caught him. He claims they hadn't given each other labels yet so it wasn't cheating, she threw a pint glass at his head, and missed, thankfully."

"Yeah, because if she hadn't she'd've been charged with battery and then you'd need a reserve to play in two days since she'd get suspended from the team."

"Oh, look who's read my contract. That's so Hermione of you," Ginny gave him a cheeky wink, which he returned.

It was funny when he tried to wink at her, she laughed every time because he was terrible at it. He couldn't wink without it being immediately followed by blinking three times.

"So, she's devastated and the sky is falling?" Harry continued as he added more vegetables to the wok.

"Yep. I tried to be a sympathetic ear for her, but then she went and told me it was all my fault."

He paused in his process of scraping the rest of the veggies into the wok, holding the cutting board and knife in mid-air. "How exactly does she figure that?"

"Her exact words were, 'it's people like you that make us single girls have all these high hopes for men, then when we get fucked over you still get to go home to your bloody happy situation!'"

Harry quirked an eyebrow at her, a smug smile playing about his lips. "So it's your fault her boyfriend cheated because our relationship is aspirational?"

"Her words," Ginny shrugged. "And yours too apparently."

"It's nice I've got so many reasons for people to look up to me." He added the rice to the wok and gave it a stir before adding the cooked egg.

Ginny took a sip of her wine and gave her husband another looking over. "She told me something else too." He hummed his request for her to carry on with the story. "Apparently all men are the same and it's just a matter of time before you cheat on me."

His one hand had been reaching out for soya sauce and he paused and stared at her.

"One minute we're an aspirational couple, now she's just counting down the days until I stray?"

"Yep. So, just how many days do you figure I've got left of keeping you to myself?" she grinned. "Think we'll be able to work through it? Or will it be like we each get a freebie?"

"If we each had a freebie it wouldn't technically be cheating, would it?"

"Yeah, you're right, scratch that. So? Did you have a date in mind? Or a woman?"

He took the cap off the sauce and shook some into the dish, then gave it a stir and gestured with the wooden spoon to the calendar on the wall. "Luckily for you, I've got it marked down for the seventh of never."

"You saying I'm woman enough for you?" she asked demurely.

Harry snorted a laugh. "If you weren't, the hoard of brothers would be enough to scare me off of ever being stupid enough to cheat on you."

Ginny didn't feel like laughing at that response though. She was actually curious now. She knew she loved him and was very sure that he loved her too. They'd talked about what that year apart had been like for them and he'd admitted that he'd never stopped thinking about her, even went so far as to look for her on his map when he was by himself. They'd experienced love, loss, danger, excitement, they'd talked about when and how many children they might want to have, but now she was curious; would there ever be a point that he might think of cheating on her?

Harry turned off the stove and pulled out two bowls for their dinner to be divided up into.

They moved over to the table and started eating, her mind still going over what kind of scenario might come up that would have them seeking that kind of satisfaction with someone else. He was The Chosen One, he could be slipped a love potion, or if he was on a mission as an Auror he might have some kind of cover that he just gets himself lost in; it happens to celebrities all the time. Hermione had introduced her to the world of Muggle television and cinema and Ginny had learned that many actors and actresses that work together wind up having romantic escapades that eventually turn out to be mistakes.

Something like that could happen to Harry.

"You've gotten really quiet," Harry told her.

"Oh, it's, erm, well, I've kind of gotten in my head a bit."

"About what?"

She'd spent the first few years she'd known Harry hiding and blushing and suffering through his crush on Cho Chang, she wasn't that little girl anymore and she felt silly that she didn't want to bring this up with him. "Do you think there could be a point where I'm not enough for you?"

He nearly spit his food out of his mouth. "What?!"

"Well," she blushed, "we've talked about having kids down the road, what if we wind up going a few months without shagging-"

"Ginny," he cut her off, "I managed to get through ages thirteen to eighteen with just my hand to keep me company in that department, I think I can last a few months."

She blushed and bit the inside of her cheek. "Okay, well, what if you're sent off on a long mission and get partnered up with some tall, blond, leggy thing and-"

"Excuse me, but who's to say I'm not on that long mission wondering if you've got someone else to keep you warm in our bed in my place?"

"What? I would never!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying too." He was looking at her like she was nuts for having these insecurities. "Looking at our histories, it's you who's got more fan boys fawning all over you."

Ginny scoffed, "what, because I had two other boyfriends before you noticed me in school?"

"Yeah, and because all you have to do is say 'hello' to a bloke and he's getting idea's, meanwhile if I were to start fancying someone else I'd just make a fool of myself or take such a long time to do something about it that you'd wind up dressing up in one of those kinky outfits of yours and I'd forget all about her."

Now she was blushing for an entirely different reason. "Like those, do you?" It was a rhetorical question. Harry fucking loved those outfits. His favorites were the Mrs. Kinky Santa one and when she put on her old Hogwarts skirt and a bra with a tie and nothing else.

"Gin, nothing is going to come between us. I know we get into it sometimes, but I knew that before I decided to marry a redhead. So, forget about what Gina said. I don't know why you'd listen to anything she has to say about what men are like when she hasn't managed to keep one around for long enough to figure out that we aren't all the same."

Ginny had to give it to him, he was very right on that point.

"This is really good stir fry," she commented, feeling much better now.

"It is. Because I know how to keep my woman satisfied," he smirked.

Ginny met his eye and smirked right back, taking her foot and slowly running it up his leg and between his thighs. "I know how to keep my man satisfied too."

"Oh really?"

"Mhmm. In fact, I'm pretty sure I just got something that's flavored and on the bed stand that would make an excellent dessert."

He gave a mock gasp, "right after we've eaten?"

"Why make me wait for my dessert when I'm ready for it now?" She stood up and took their bowls to the sink, then started backing out of the kitchen, giving an extra little sway in her hips and waggling her eyebrows at him. "Do I need to make the idea more enticing for you?" she asked, as he was still sitting there looking pretty content with her putting in the effort of seducing him.

He only grinned wider in response.

So, she took her shirt off and threw it at him.

"Don't make me wait too long," she called back at him as she began ascending the stairs. "I just might have to start without you if you do. Or would that be considered cheating?"

As the sound of the chair scraping along the floor met her ears she hurried faster up to their bedroom and closed the door behind her wile her blood started pumping faster with giddy excitement. Quickly as possible she pulled off the rest of her clothes and jumped onto the bed, attempting to look as casually enticing as possible.

"See," Harry started as he came through the door and looked her up from her toes to her head, pausing at key points in between, "why would I ever chance messing this up?" He then pulled his shirt over his head.

"Are you saying that I give it up too easy?"

His trousers and pants hit the floor and he came to stand beside the bed, Ginny got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Only for me, and that's the way it'll stay, yeah?"

She smiled at that and gave him a kiss. "And what about you? Are you an easy man to please?"

"No, I'm incredibly difficult to please," he said and started kissing her neck. "But you've got me all figured out, haven't you."

She dug her nails into his sides a bit and pulled him closer to her. "Well, there is this thing I do with mashed potatoes that drives you absolutely wild."

"Mmm, mashed potatoes. I think we know what our secret code to each other will be when we're overwhelmingly busy with our lives down the road, yet also overwhelmingly randy and need to let the other know." His one hand started palming her breast as the other reached down to grab her bum.

"What's that? Leave the potato masher on the kitchen counter?" she giggled.

"Exactly." He gave her a gentle push to make her lay back on the bed.

"I thought it was supposed to be me getting you all worked over?" She tried her trick of locking one leg behind his to flip them over, but he wasn't having any of it.

"You know I'm not very useful to you after I've gotten mine." He started kissing his way down the valley between her breasts.

She enjoyed the feel of him doing that but did still have her sweet tooth nagging at her as well. "I never said anything about finishing you off," she teased him with a roll of her hips, "just that I wanted something sweet, and I have just the thing in mind.

He paused in voyage down her body and looked up, lifting himself off her body just enough for her to wriggle free of him. Ginny scooched up the bed and reached around to the side of the headboard where they stored a select few items that she preferred be a little closer at hand when they were busy losing themselves in each other, and she found what she was looking for by feel alone; cinnamon bun flavored lubricant. The sales clerk at the sex shop she'd found it in had several different flavors and there were test bottles, each one tasted good enough that she wondered if she should keep some in the pantry to squirt on vanilla ice cream.

It would taste equally good licking it off her husbands cock though.

Armed with the lube in hand she stood up and put her hands on her hips. "On your back, soldier," she commanded.

He did as asked with no protest and lay before her on full display.

She liked seeing him completely naked before him; he'd gone from a very skinny boy to a man with muscular arms, still lean, but had a healthy amount of meat on him. No toned abs or anything, and yet strong enough to throw her over his shoulder if he wanted to.

He was the complete package. And speaking of package, she could see his excitement for this situation beginning to show. She was going to need to work him over a bit more before he was going to be at full mast though.

She climbed back onto the bed and set the squirt bottle down beside his hips and settled herself between his legs, making him spread them wider to allow her the space to operate. She gave him a kiss on the lips, then the chin, then the sensitive spot on his neck. Her hand reached down between them and started stroking along the 'v' where his pelvis met his thighs, she knew he loved being massaged there. Sure enough, he gave a very happy groan. She kept kissing his neck as she focused on making him relax and grow harder all at the same time.

He whispered her name when she reached down and gave a little tug on his balls.

She would have liked to be able to respond to that with something along the lines of 'that's right baby, say my name', but there was no way she'd be able to pull that off, it would just have them both giggling and she'd need to start this seduction game all over again. So, instead, she just responded with a little nip that had him reacting with a thrust against her hand.

With the way his breathing was coming now she could hear how turned on he was, even if she couldn't feel it against her arm.

Slow and steady was the way to winning her man over in the bedroom. He was all about extending the ride, whereas she was all about tallying the number of times she could take the ride in the night.

Unfortunately, men just weren't wired to be able to enjoy sex the same way women could.

Harry hummed her name one more time and she took her cue to keep working her way down his body until she was settled with her chest between his legs, her tongue and fingers giving his cock a working over.

She really enjoyed having him at her mercy like this, watching how much he enjoyed it made her enjoy it more. And the flavored lube was going to make it all the better.

With one hand on the bottle, making sure it was being held in the optimal way, she took him fully into her mouth and bobbed up and down a few times before pulling back completely and squirting the lube directly into her mouth. Three squirts of it, one after the other, until her tongue was completely coated, then she lowered her mouth again and did her level best at slathering it all over him as he groaned above her.

My goodness did this stuff taste good.

Harry was making sounds like he was getting the best massage of his life and Ginny was thoroughly enjoying licking every little bit of what was before her, taking him as deep in her mouth as she could and pumping him up and down with one hand. The sugary cinnamon taste was delicious and kept her from noticing any protest in her jaw.

Once she stopped noticing the flavor of it, it was her turn to join in on the carnal pleasure he was experiencing. She pushed the lube bottle aside and sat up, making to straddle him, but he grabbed her hips and flipped her over.

"I don't think so. I need my opportunity for dessert too," he grinned and headed southward down her body.

Ginny would never protest against this. Her hubby had gotten very good at knowing the exact right way to use his tongue on her. She rested back, legs spread apart and closed her eyes, waiting for that moment when his tongue made contact. Her body was already prepared for it, asking for it. Hell, her hips were already beginning to circle and he hadn't done any more than lay her on her back.

A sudden sensation of something cool against her clit had her flinching with surprise, then another sensation like the first followed and she giggled. He'd taken the bottle and squirted the lube on her, rather than on his tongue. Yet his warm tongue was what she felt next and her whole body relaxed like she was sinking into a warm bath.

"This tastes amazing."

"Why thank you, I try," she joked, knowing he meant the lube. His responding chuckles made his tongue rub against her clit in a way that had her gasping though.

"Cinnamon, you say?"

"Hmm," her hips gave another twirl and he dove right back in. "They've got a few other flavors too. There's Candy Apple,' he gave a good long lick, "Coffee Cake," he gave a suck and she let out a deep puff of air, "S-salted Carmel."

"Hmm, they like their 'C' words."

"I like my 'C' words too," she grinned. "Like cock, cunnilingus, coitus, consummation."

"If you're talking this much then I can't be doing my job properly."

Ginny bit her lip and arched her back, forcing her pelvis down so he would have to put more pressure against her clit. She hissed out a 'yes' as he got back to work.

A minute of writhing and enjoyment later and she felt another squirt of the cold lube on her. It was his enthusiasm then that had her almost pushing over the edge. "Harry!" she warned.

Quickly, he rose up onto his knees and buried himself inside her, one hand holding her up by her hips, with the other he was using his thumb to keep making the same ministrations his tongue had been doing.

Her orgasm was hitting her hard before, now that he was buried inside her and still she was experiencing that feeling against her clit it was absolute heaven and her whole body responded with a curl of her toes, an arch of her back and a cry from her lips as she clenched around him.

The best part about when he took her like this was that he'd learned that if he kept going while she was cumming that it made her orgasm last longer, and she was much more open to the idea of him bending her like a pretzel.

He lifted up her one leg and put it over his shoulder, giving her hamstrings a long stretch as he carried on, enjoying just how tight she still was while she rode out her finish.

"Fuck, you're so tight like this," he growled through clenched teeth.

Her body was still pulsing around him and an unintelligible cacophony of pleasured groans were all she could manage in response.

When she started coming down from her high, that was when he gave his own warning. "Gin," he whispered.

"Hmm, yes," she replied back in a deeply satisfied voice, doing all that she could to participate with her limited range of motion.

Just like how he'd come to be able to play her like a fiddle, she knew his body too, and where to grab at him to give him that extra encouragement to finish. She reached down and dug her nails into his bum, just enough to assist with his movements, she also met his lips, kissing him hard as though he were her only way of getting oxygen.

It worked.

A moment later he let out his own very satisfied sound and his movements began to slow.

He tried to slump down and relax against her, but she was already bent at an odd angle and her hips just wouldn't allow for it.

"Okay, stud, roll over," she said, pushing against him with one hip. He did as requested and she slowly brought her leg back down, groaning the whole time. "One day, maybe ten years from now, you're going to pop my hip out doing that."

"Want me to stop?" he asked tiredly in a teasing way.

She turned her head and gave him the eyes that said he better not and he only smiled sleepily in response.

"Still worried I'd cheat on you?" he teased. "Because it took me two years of us shagging to have the nerve to pull that move."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. And I guess I enjoy our sex life too much to let you go without for long enough to consider it anyhow."

"Damn right." He lifted his head and searched around the bed before finding the bottle of lube and bringing it close so he could read it without his glasses. "This stuff does taste really good. Do we have any of the other flavors?"

"Harry! We only just had dessert!" she mocked him. "And yes."

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