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Costume Party

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Working on weekends was not something he loved about his job, no matter how nice it was to have the house quiet during the sunlight hours during his days off when the kids were at primary school. He'd thought that once he got more seniority under his belt that he might have alternating weekends off at least; that way he could make plans to take the kids out to the park or to a Quidditch Game. But, more often than not, it was their Grandparents that took them to the Quidditch games and him arriving just in time to watch the last twenty minutes to an hour.

He made sure to make the most out of the time that he was home and able to spend time with them, and no matter what (barring anything threatening to the nation that might be happening just then) he made it to Sunday dinner at The Burrow.

Today was a Saturday though, not a Sunday, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember why he needed to be home by three, he just knew he did… because his assistant reminded him that he had promised his wife he would be.

It wasn't an incredibly busy day, so when he was reminded that he needed to get home he just put on the air like he knew exactly what she was talking about and thanked her before grabbing his cloak and rushing for the Floo.

He arrived home to find James and Albus were sitting on the couch together, watching the television.

This was a normal occurrence, usually Teddy or Lily were to be found there as well.

His boys looked like they'd been outside playing most of the day, judging by the grass stains on the bottom of James' trousers and the one's on Albus' elbows it was likely that James was running around while Albus lay on the ground outside reading.

"Uncle Harry!" Teddy greeted him as he walked through from the kitchen with a bowl of crisps. "Aunt Ginny asked me to come over in case you didn't make it."

Teddy was twelve now and home from Hogwarts for the summer, he had watched over the kids twice this summer so far while he an Ginny went on a date night.

Date night.

Was that the reason he needed to be home by three?

Why would they be starting a date so early in the day?

There was a chorus of 'hi dad' from his two boys who were too mesmerized by what was going on on the screen to look up at him.

"I feel so loved," he said glibly and shook his head. "Were you boys good for your mum today?"

"Yes," they said back in unison.

"She and Lily were doing girlie things all day," Albus complained. "How come Lily gets all the attention?"

Harry steeled himself before answering. Each of his kids had this kind of complaint from time to time, and it was always when it was one of their siblings 'choice days'; he and Ginny would let the kids take turns deciding what they were all going to do as a family on a 'choice day'. Last time Albus had choice day they had to visit three different museums and eat at a very well known restaurant. On James' choice day they'd gone to the beach and gotten banana splits, then went to a Quidditch Game.

Teddy got a choice day too when he was younger, but now when they asked him if he wanted one he would give it to one of the other kids and ask to come along. Harry wasn't sure if he was trying to play the role of admiring older-brother and win their affection or if he just enjoyed the events and attractions drummed up by their young minds.

Was it Lily's choice day?

He found he was upset at that idea, choice day's were supposed to be a family thing and he'd been at the office all day so far.

"Come on Al," Teddy scolded as he sat down on the couch between he and James, "you know you wouldn't want to go to Rose's party."

"I might!" Albus protested. "I wouldn't mind getting all dressed up."

Rose's party!

That was why he needed to be home by three. Ginny and Lily were going to Rose's birthday party, and it was girls only, so he was supposed to be home and caring for the boys so they could go.

"Daddy!" came his daughters loud cry of happiness from the top of the stairs when she saw him.

He grinned broadly at the sight of her. Not only was she the only person so far that looked excited to see him there, but she had on this big poufy dress and her hair was all done up with curls at the end and a little tiara on top.

"Well, don't you just look like a princess!" he said as he scooped her up in a hug.

"I am a princess today! Because I'm going to a princess party. There's going to be a lot of princesses there." She started going on and on about how her nails were done and they'd found the perfect dress at a children's store and about how her brothers were bad at pretending to be her royal subjects.

But he could only hear the gist of it.

Because it was Ginny's turn to be walking down the stairs.

And she looked incredible.

Her hair was all done up too, she had make-up on as well, and the smile on her; it appeared that she had a great time being a 'girl-mom' to Lily all day.

She was practically radiating.

And the thing that was really getting him was that she wasn't wearing some costume dress, she was wearing her wedding dress.

Suddenly he was transported back in time ten years ago and watching her walking down the aisle towards him. It would have been Teddy in his arms then, but Ginny, Ginny was the exact same.

"Do you like it?" his wife asked with a grin and did a twirl in their living room. "I figured, why waste money on a princess dress for myself when I had this just collecting dust in the back of the closet."

His tongue was too big for him to be able to respond though, and his arms were starting to feel numb. He put Lily down and took a step towards his wife.

Then he heard the sounds of protest from the boys because he was now blocking the view of the television.

That effectively killed the moment and transported him right back to the present.

He took Ginny's hand and pulled her into the kitchen, her dress making a loud swishing sound behind him that kept his smile on his face.

Once alone he turned around and brought her closer.

"We need to invent reasons for you to wear this more often," he said as his hand ran down the side of her bodice to the satin sash at her waist.

"Well, if I wore it all the time then I would hardly be getting that same reaction from you like I just did."

"Okay, once a year then, and you can surprise me with it like you did today." His hands wouldn't stop moving on her, now one was gently tracing the skin on her neck and down her chest along the material that led to her breasts.

"Surprise you? Does that mean you'd forgotten why you had to come home early?" It was clear that she knew he'd forgotten, and she must have known that he would too, otherwise, how would his assistant have known that he had to leave early, he certainly didn't recall telling her.

"You know me so well," he dipped his head down and brushed her hair away from her neck so he could place a kiss there. "I assume your lack of faith in my memory for these things is why you called Teddy over for reinforcements?"

"Yes. But I hoped that you would be here to see us before we leave. I will hardly be getting the same reaction from you when I get home and have pink frosting in my hair and tea spilled all over the dress."

"I would still offer to help you out of it," he assured her as he continued to plant kisses along her neck.

"Yes, but it wouldn't be with the enthusiasm you showed on our wedding day between the marriage and the reception."

That memory had him grinning.

He'd been incredibly overcome with feelings after they'd been pronounced man and wife so they found an empty room, locked and silenced the door, and immediately set about consummating the union. She'd looked entirely too good for him. And when he found the garter she was wearing, wow, how such a small ribbon of fabric placed on her thigh was so hot he didn't understand, but he'd grabbed onto her thigh where it lay and took great pleasure in feeling it underneath his fingers while he took her.

He groaned with desire now at the memory of it.

"Please don't tell me if you're wearing a garter under this. Either way you answer, it'll just have me pitching a tent until you get home, wondering if you're telling the truth."

Ginny reached down and cupped him there between his legs. "It seems like you already are." She leaned in and nipped at the lobe of his ear. "Might want to run up and take a cold shower if you're going to make it through four hours with the boys before I get home."

"Is there no time for us to run upstairs right now before you have to leave?" he asked hopefully.

Ginny pulled back from him then and patted his chest. "As appealing as it is for you to offer to 'stick me good' for three minutes, which would ruin all the work I put into my hair, by the way, you'll have to just deal with your hormones yourself until I get home later."

And this was the real difference that ten years of marriage had made; they weren't the same randy young adults that they were when they first married. There were four kids in the other room they were responsible for and one of them was waiting for her mum by the fireplace.

"Fine," he sighed. "I'll just stay here and try not to fantasize about you and your garter."

She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then whispered, "or how you had to remove it with your teeth last time."

He closed his eyes, smiling, as she walked out of the room.

There was no comeback that he had prepared for that and he didn't want to watch her walk away. He waited until she was in the other room before he opened his eyes again and then heard she and Lily leave through the Floo.

He was looking at the kitchen, but not really seeing it; because his mind was too occupied with how he'd gone about getting her garter at their wedding. Her whole skirt had been over his head and in that large crowd of people, the two of them fully on display, he'd felt for a moment like they were under his invisibility cloak and no one would ever know how he'd nuzzled his face against her sex and along either of her thighs before biting down on the garter and pulling it off.

Boy, did he hope she had a garter on today.

He managed to calm himself down by setting about the kitchen making pizza dough and then cutting up items for the boys to be able to make their own how they wanted it. By the time he called them in to make their dinners his arousal was a distant memory.

They all ate on the couch and watched a movie together, then Teddy opted to head back home to his grandmothers and Ginny and Lily arrived home just in time for the bedtime routine to start.

"You're not going to change out of that, are you?" he wondered at his wife as she led Lily to her bedroom.

Ginny merely winked in response.

An hour later and Lily was fast asleep, Albus was quietly reading in bed and James was trying and failing to quietly build and destroy Lego towers in his room. This meant it was time for the grown-ups to retire to their room.

Ginny was the first one to get to the room and he could hear her moving around in their ensuite. "I hope you're not in there removing anything that I should be assisting with," he called out as he locked and silenced the door.

"On the contrary, Mr. Potter, I was just making sure I was nice and ready for you."

Harry smiled to himself and looked around their room, his eyes landing on the closet. If she was all dressed up, then maybe he should be too. There was a jacket and tie in the back of his side of the closet that he pulled out for stuffy Ministry events.

And there should be some candles lit in the bedroom also.

And music.

Ginny loved dancing and rarely had the opportunity to do so with him; because he had no rhythm.

He set about changing while using his wand to ignite the few candles that they had in their bedroom. She was thankfully still in the loo when he was finished, and she came out just in time for him to get the wireless going, a station that had a slow love song going.

Ginny grinned when she walked into the room, looking just as beautiful as she had on their wedding day. "What's this?"

"Well, you got to dress up all pretty, I thought I should put in some effort as well."

"This is incredibly sweet of you."

"You sound surprised." He took her hand and pulled her to the middle of the room and began to slowly sway with her in time to the music.

"Harry, I love you to the ends of the earth, but you are not one for romantic gestures."

He gave her a look of mock defense at that. "What are you talking about? I've slain beasts and saved the world, all for you! How were those not romantic gestures?"

"Just for me, hmm?"

They'd played this game before; he would claim that all the adventures they had been through, all his victories had been for her and her alone.

"Well, I proposed nicely at least, didn't I?"

She shrugged a bit, "you did make the attempt to at least. I sort of stole that moment from you. Or shot you down."

This was partly true, he had proposed a few times to her and she kept saying 'not yet'; when she finally said yes it was after Ron and Hermione's wedding, where she'd initially been annoyed with him, then they both made attempts to salvage the 'romantic moment'.

"I suppose so long as you know that I do try from time to time, and you know that I'd do anything for you and the kids."

"I do know that," she told him and gave him a kiss. "And vice versa."

He nodded and they kept swaying to the music. He spun her around a few times, smiling at the sheer size of the skirt on her dress.

"This dress of yours must weigh a ton."

"It does, and it gets very warm if I don't apply a cooling charm on it."

"Hmm, does that mean that if I make a go at getting the garter, I won't die of heat exhaustion."

Ginny grinned and pulled him close by his tie. "That's exactly what that means."

He grinned back at her and moved her backwards towards the bed. He didn't want her to lay down on the bed though, they had a hope chest at the end of it and he wanted her seated there.

"Do you remember me removing your garter in front of all our guests?"

"I remember you taking your sweet time with it," she said, licking her lips as he knelt down before her.

"It was socially acceptable," he teased.

"You were the one with your face hidden. I, however, needed to try and keep the blush off of my cheeks when you got a little adventurous."

He gathered up some of her skirt until his hands were finally beneath the fabric and he could feel her smooth legs. "Well, there's no one to see you blush now." With that, he lifted the skirt up and over his head and kissed his way up her leg until he reached her mid-thigh and his lips met the garter.

She had put it on.

It was likely something she'd done for him when she'd gotten home too.

He ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, just above where the garter lay, and she moved her legs apart further for his convenience. His hands massaged her as they moved up to grasp what they could of her bum and she shifted forward so his access was less inhibited. He kissed her right over her knickers, nuzzling his nose right into the fabric and enjoying the feel of her shuddering with pleasure. He ran his tongue along her center next, giving a swirl of his tongue over her clit; this caused her hips to roll forward, likely in hopes that he would do that again.

He couldn't see what kind of knickers she was wearing right then, but hoped they weren't her favorite, because next, instead of removing them or simply moving them over to the side, he took hold of them with both hand ands simply ripped them down the middle, hearing her give a loud enough gasp that it made it to his ears under the many layers of tulle and satin.

From there he did what he'd really wanted to do that evening in the middle of the dance floor with all their friends and family around. He'd been so worked up that whole night. There had been so many nerves occupying his body the week leading up to the wedding, once they were finally wed and pronounced husband and wife, he just wanted to leave for their honeymoon and start shagging like bunnies. Now, as he licked and suckled at her clit, he was calling up that deep desire he'd had to simply take her and make her cry out his name all night long.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and drew her as close to him as possible, feasting on her like she was all he needed, and growing incredibly hard in the process.

Eventually her legs clamped hard around his head and she let out a cry, keeping him in a headlock with her thighs for a moment before finally relaxing.

She might have been relaxed, but he was still desperate for a shag. He bit the garter and dragged it down her leg, effectively spitting it out of his mouth onto the floor behind them before standing up.

"How long will it take to get you out of that dress?" he demanded.

"There's a lot of buttons. It'll be a minute."

"I haven't got a minute." He took her hand and pulled her up, turning her around so she would grab the bed frame and yanked up her skirt again, she chuckled happily as he clumsily attempting to keep it up over her bum as he undid his trousers.

She was so slick as he slid into her, he could hear her groans of appreciation as he set a quick pace. It felt incredible and he couldn't help but recall that this was just what it had been like between the wedding and reception when they skipped out for a few moments.

It took just long enough for sweat to build up on his forehead and down the middle of his back before he was finishing inside her. He leaned forward, resting his head on the many layers of skirt between him and her back, to recover.

"I should dress up in costume for often," she purred.

"We should, you mean."

"Me, we, either way, I'm feeling thoroughly ravaged and satisfied right now."

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