AN- For the 'Playing with Potions prompt'. It wasn't Harry or Ginny playing with the potions however. It was everyone's favorite joke shop proprietor.
Another one of those one-shots where Harry and Ginny didn't get together at Hogwarts.
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Compulsion Potion- Among other things
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It was as he was coming back out of the bathroom into the hallway at the Burrow that he came out of his black-out and consciousness returned. What the time was, whether he'd been still downstairs carrying on with everyone or if he'd already gone up to bed for the night before using the facilities he wasn't sure. There wasn't the usual feeling running through him that he recognized from previous nights of intoxication. His head should have felt fuzzy, there should have been a team of garden gnomes doing a clog dance behind his forehead, and his stomach should be rolling. None of those things were happening. He may as well have been sleep walking.
Or perhaps Hermione or Molly made him take Hang-over potion before he passed out. That was much more reasonable.
There was something though, something was off with his body. He just couldn't figure out what and it was nagging at him. He smacked his mouth open and closed a few times, trying to figure out what the taste was. Whether it had been the spirits he'd been drinking, or if he'd thrown up.
Harry turned back into the bathroom and to the sink, grabbing the toothpaste he simply shot a good amount into his mouth and sloshed it around until he felt minty fresh. Leaning over the sink he spat it out then looked up at the mirror and saw himself.
He looked fine. Hair maybe a little messier than usual. There wasn't graffiti covering his forehead like there had been the last time he'd tied one on with George around. That was a win.
Straining his ears now that his head was clearer, he couldn't hear anything going on downstairs, or up.
It must be late then.
He went to use the toilet and pulled his trousers down. Whether he'd just had a wee he couldn't recall, but he may as well give it a go again while he was here. He tugged down his pants enough to free himself and took hold to aim, then winced slightly. He was a little more sensitive there than usual.
What the fuck?
It was like he'd just had a wank.
Is that why he'd been in the bathroom? To have a wank before bed?
Whatever. He shook his head and finished up, washed his hands and face. Ginny's room was right across from the bathroom and her door was open. His feet carried them over to stand in her doorway. There was enough light coming through the windows from outside that he could make out the large objects in her room. Her dresser, a chair, and Ginny laying in her bed.
She was laying on top of her sheets and his breath hitched at the sight of her. Her hair was fanned out on her pillows and she looked so beautiful laying there. Even more so in her summer nightgown. One which had ridden up her legs and was giving him an eyeful of her thighs. One's which were currently spread enough that they looked so inviting. If he were standing on the other side of the room he would have had a very lovely sight from that angle.
He couldn't think like that though. He'd worked really hard not to think like that anymore. He closed her door as quietly as possible, then headed up to bed and fell asleep immediately.
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Ginny stretched out in her bed as the morning sun shone through the window. She inhaled deeply as the scent of cooking bacon drifted under her door and straight through her nose to her empty belly. It had been a while since she'd been home for a visit. Her flat mates were never up earlier than she and she was always the one to put on the kettle and get a semblance of breakfast ready before they got up. This was a nice change.
She blinked her eyes open properly and tried to figure out how much sleep she'd gotten. She couldn't remember coming to bed last night. Or drinking very much either. But even if she had overindulged a bit, she would have had a headache to prove it this morning, instead she felt fine. Head and belly seemed business as usual.
With one more lazy stretch she sat up and swung her feet over the side of her bed and stood up. She took a step towards the dresser and let out a small gasp as she winced in pain.
What the fuck?
Ginny looked down and put her hand to the inside of her thighs. She pulled up her sleep dress and felt the inside of her thighs. They were tender, but there wasn't any bruising that she could see. What on earth had she done last night? Ridden her old broom a little too hard? Fallen jumping over one of their wooden fences? Attempting a stupid stunt while intoxicated wasn't completely unbelievable.
She brushed off any concern at that realistic probability and made for the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet for her morning wee she couldn't believe how good she felt considering she couldn't remember most of the previous evening. The last thing she remembered was George handing her a glass of Firewhiskey.
Urgh! She rested her hands in her face with a groan. She'd accepted a drink from George! That was it!
How entirely stupid of her. George was always trying to use his friends and family as guinea pigs for his little experiments.
She finished up on the loo and went to the sink, shooting the toothpaste directly into her mouth and sloshing it around while she searched the drawers for an unused toothbrush and coming up with nothing. With a roll of her eyes in irritation she ran her tongue over her teeth as best she could to get the buildup off and spat into the sink, washing her hands and face before toweling off and heading down to the kitchen.
"Morning." She greeted her mum with a kiss on the cheek.
"Ginny." Her mum's tone for her greeting hinted amusement and disapproval. That was a clear indication that she'd done something stupid last night.
"Alright." She bowed her head slightly with a sigh. "What did I do?" She asked and went to the cupboard to grab a mug for her coffee.
"It wasn't just you. The boys were fairly drunk as well, however you and Harry both seemed to have some impulse control issues last night." She chuckled. With all her children being grown up and moved out of her house she'd become very lax about their behavior. They'd been through several horrible situations in their life, she knew they worked hard too and needed to blow off steam once in a while.
What her mother told her about Harry made sense. George was always trying to get Harry to loosen up, and Ginny had just been another unwitting victim in his experiment.
Even when it was just the family around it took a few beverages for Harry to relax and joke around properly. Instigating a joke or even conversation wasn't something he was known for. Even after all these years it seemed to surprise him now and then that he was considered one of the family, and they expected him to act accordingly.
She would have liked to remember any of him behaving instinctively last night though.
"The last thing I remember was accepting a glass of something from George." She filled her cup. "What shenanigans did I get up to exactly?"
"Oh, nothing too crazy. You jumped in the pond, did a little dancing, attempted to fly two brooms at once. Then we sent you and Harry to bed and didn't hear from either of you for the rest of the night." Her mum told her easily enough.
That wasn't so bad. She'd slept great anyhow.
Sitting down with a big plate of breakfast she sipped her coffee and ate slowly as her mother filled her in on what she couldn't remember from the previous night. Antics that Harry and her brothers had gotten up to, and she and Harry trying to one up each other with this and that. Including jumping over the bonfire they'd all been enjoying.
"Well, I'm not hung over, that's a plus." She shrugged. George was going to get it from her for giving her something that erased her memories of the previous night and had her acting on her impulses, but what's done is done. At least her ridiculousness was in the safe confines of her family home with her brothers surrounding her.
Slowly those that had stayed the night at the Burrow trickled downstairs, Charlie, Angelina, Ron, Hermione, Harry and George. The last earning a stink eye from her, also from Harry who had been informed of what had happened to him the night before.
Harry seemed to be of the same overall opinion that there was no harm done, yet when she locked eyes with him, she could tell that there was some resentment that he was feeling. His slight blush about the whole thing looked good on him though.
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One month after the bonfire night at the Burrow everyone was back for a regular family dinner. Ginny was feeling pretty spectacular at the moment. She'd played exceptionally well against the Tutshill Tornado's the previous day and was reaping the praise from her family. Her work life was going great, her social life was going great. Her love life on the other hand, well that was non-existent and the few random men that had wandered into her kitchen in the morning after spending a night with her flat mates was constantly rubbing her nose in that.
"Heyya." Harry greeted as he took up in the seat beside her on the love seat in the sitting room.
He still gave her a bit of a thrill when his gorgeous eyes were turned on her, but they'd been thrown together for years now and if anything romantic was going to happen between them, then it would have by now. She was resigned to holding onto this attraction to him forever and just pushing it aside and being his friend.
"Heyya." She smiled. "You know, we've got some planning to do." She conspired.
"We do, do we?" He humored her with his ever-prevalent look of hesitation when it came to anything she or George might try and 'plan' with him. "What is this plan involving?"
"Retaliation." She stated in her best spy voice. "I do believe I caught a yen for that after the last time we were all together here. Something about George messing with both of our heads."
"Oh!" He relaxed visibly and laughed out loud. "Was going to let sleeping dogs lay on that one. Apparently, we didn't do anything too silly, so there was no harm in it. We'll just have to be each other's look out in the future." He shrugged.
Ginny resisted the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation at him. "You're just a barrel of fun, aren't you?" She shook her head. "Fine. I'll have to come up with some form of payback for him myself."
"Trying to guilt trip me into this, are you?" He teased with his boyish grin. He was still pulling that off well into his twenties. "Fine, you come up with something. If you need help with, just let me know what it is. Maybe I will assist in some manner."
"How benevolent of you." She mocked.
They were cut off from any further banter on the subject by Ron coming in and challenging Harry to a chess game.
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"Ginny." Harry called out and caught up to her as she was leaving her Quidditch practice. He couldn't help his gaze appreciatively trailing over her body and noticing how very little clothing she was wearing. She'd been growing steadily more attractive over the years, and he wasn't a complete fool, he knew she was a catch that any guy would be lucky to be with, including him. But he also knew that that opportunity had long since passed for him. She was a successful professional Quidditch player now and he was hard into the friend zone.
That didn't stop her from creeping into his wanking fantasies every now and then. This image of her walking over to him with short shorts and a pale pink tank top with a grin on her face and her broom hung over her shoulder was certainly a lovely image for the spank bank.
Suppressing that he pulled out the Owl he'd received from her dear trouble-making brother that was the reason for his visit. She'd told him she was seeking vengeance for their forgotten night, but he'd heard nothing more from her about it. And yet, here was this Owl nearly two weeks later.
"Hey Harry." She beamed when she drew close to him. "What brings you out here?" Her grin dropped slightly. "Not meeting up with one of the girls, are you?"
"W-what?" He faltered. "No." He shook his head, astounded that she'd come to a conclusion like that. "I'm here for you." He held out the note for her and she took it her expression turning bewildered.
As she read, she fought rather unsuccessfully to keep a cheeky grin off her face, then her eyes raised to meet his in an attempt to look innocent. "I wonder what he might be talking about?"
"Don't give me that." He laughed. "George is threatening a counter strike as payback, because apparently he had slipped us that potion 'in good fun'. I on the other hand seem to have pranked him rather maliciously. Which I find quite interesting because I don't seem to recall having done anything of the sort. You on the other hand."
"Well. How do you know he didn't slip you another potion and that was when you did your malicious prank?" She tried him with wide innocent eyes.
"Ginny, come on. What did you do?" He asked, his grin cutting down on the seriousness behind his questioning. "What is he blaming me for?"
"Look Harry." She began walking away from him towards her flat close by. "I'm sure it could have been any number of things in his workshop that turned his skin that color. Besides, Angelina likes blue, so he should be thanking you."
"You turned him blue?" Harry laughed.
"Well. Technically his body wash turned him blue." Ginny explained. "And given that it took a week and a half for that to happen I'm a little concerned he's not keeping on top of his hygiene." She explained with a skip in her step. No doubt she was pleased that her plan had played out.
Harry shrugged and followed beside her. "That isn't that bad. I was expecting you to have done something more cringe worthy."
"Why would you expect that?" She asked and turned to narrow her eyes at him. "You aren't afraid of me, are you?"
"Come on, be serious." He smirked. "Of course, I'm afraid of you."
"Very wise." She chuckled. "You coming to mine for tea?" She asked carrying on towards her flat.
"Are you inviting me?" He asked eagerly. She was getting close to rivaling her mum in the kitchen.
"I am."
"Then I'm coming over to yours for tea."
He enjoyed the feel of Ginny's place. It was a nice open loft style space that she shared with two other Harpy girls. It wasn't too girly though. There weren't trash mags about, or art on the walls of things like flowers or babies in water can's or the like. It was open and airy. Nice.
"Where did your flat mates go after practice?" He asked. He'd only been there a few times, but her flat mates were usually lounging around or pulled up to the island counter beside him telling their racy stories and offering to set him up with someone they knew.
"They were headed back to London to meet up with someone or other for dinner and drinks." She told him absently as she chopped up some vegetables for a stir fry.
"I don't hear about you dating much." He tried not to make it sound like he was prying.
"Right back at you there Chosen One." She gave him a cocky look and gestured at him with her knife. "When was the last time you paraded yourself around to find a woman?"
It was true, he hadn't been out in a while. And going out for the purposes of meeting someone to start a relationship with was not his cup of tea. "It's been a while." He admitted. Eight months since his last date. That was a long while for sure.
"Then let's agree not to comment on each other's love lives', or lack thereof, yeah?" There was a hint of sadness in her tone.
He tried to get her to meet his eye so he could try and get a read on what her tone meant, but she was refusing to look at him. "Yeah, alright." He conceded then switched the topic to Quidditch.
She visibly relaxed at that and they carried on about different plays and Quidditch players until dinner was ready. Ginny claimed she'd planned on having dinner and watching a movie in her room, a plan that wasn't going to change just because he was freeloading. So that was how he wound up in her bed watching 'The Counte of Monte Cristo'.
Harry appreciated how she'd adopted her father's love of everything Muggle. He'd tried to figure out a way to get electricity to work in Grimmauld Place, but it was such a hassle that he'd given up. Hermione and Ron had a television, so sometimes he'd go over to theirs and watch a movie with them. But this was much more comfortable.
"Do you have popcorn?" He tried in a whisper after they'd finished their dinners. That was almost a prerequisite for the movie experience.
"No, but feel free to bring some the next time you come over." She whispered back sleepily.
He looked over at her and was surprised that her eyes were closed. They'd both reclined comfortably into an almost horizontal position against her pillows, but even with her labor-intensive job it was still early and she was generally a ball of energy until she crashed, which was generally after dark.
He didn't say anything about it, just turned his attention back to the movie.
He knew she was properly asleep when she rolled onto her side and cuddled into him. He looked down at her and smiled softly moving his arm so it came around her, shifting a bit so they would both be more comfortable. It didn't seem to have jostled her too much as she kept right on sleeping and he turned back to the movie.
Try as he did, he couldn't help his eyes drifting back to her sleeping form. It felt really good to have her cuddled up against him. He started playing with the ends of her hair. It was so soft and silky. There was this cluster of freckles over the bridge of her nose that was so much more prominent than anywhere else on her body.
That he'd seen anyways. He'd seen her in a bathing suit last summer at the Burrow. She'd been splashing around with her niece Victoire. She'd been a vision really. But he hadn't been close enough to her then to see just how many freckles were spread out over her body.
Earlier she'd asked about why he didn't go out looking for someone, and the truth was that it was because he wanted someone exactly like her. Someone he was attracted to, and comfortable with. Someone who understand everything he'd been through and had similar experiences and just got it.
Eventually he managed to pull his eyes back to the movie and simply enjoy it while enjoying the feel of her tucked up beside him. But as the movie was drawing to a close, he felt her nuzzling his side a bit as she came out of her nap.
She gave a stretch and rolled away from him. "Oh. Sorry for falling asleep on you." She told him in a tired moan.
"S'fine." He replied, distracted by the sight of her tank top pulled taught against her chest. He hadn't minded her cuddling into him one bit.
Ginny propped herself up against the pillows again and rested back shoulder to shoulder with him. "I've missed the whole movie, haven't I?"
"Must have been a hard work out today for you to be this knackered." He murmured, looking over at her.
"Not especially." She said softly and turn to face him as well.
There was this restful and relaxed glow about her. And she was so close, her eyes so inviting. He didn't even think about it as he leaned towards her. It felt like he was moving in slow motion as the space simply diminished between them. This was all just something out of a dream sequence, one that was prolonging this moment of anticipation before their lips were just a millimeter apart. He held himself there, not quite knowing what he was doing. It could be the dumbest move he'd ever made, and he'd replayed his more idiotic moves over and over again over the years.
But when she tilted her chin up and closed the distance between them it didn't feel stupid.
Her lips were soft, the warmth from her face against his felt so right. He pressed his lips harder against hers and moved them against them properly. A real, true kiss, one that was making him forget to breathe and nervous about carrying on. His heart was pounding in his ears as they both shifted their positions so they could deepen it.
His arms went around her to pull her closer and he received no protest. She wasn't resisting him in any way, she wasn't simply allowing it to happen either. She was holding him as well, encouraging their kiss to keep going. Her fingers were in his hair and felt like heaven. Their lips caressed t each other gently in long and soft movements that were making him dizzy with satisfaction.
He kept recreating the best sensations he could, hearing her gentle sounds of appreciation. And he wanted to keep on kissing her like this. Keep on until the sun properly set and rose again tomorrow morning.
But this was Ginny he had in his arms.
As the sound of music from the credits rolling on the movie grew loud enough to overpower the sound of his blood pumping in his ears he managed to pull himself back from her and try and gauge if she was looking how he was feeling. Like this was right. Like they should have been doing this with each other for years already.
She looked flush, her lips were fuller than they had been, her breath was coming out heavy. And her eyes. Those big beautiful brown eyes were looking into his with wonderment and confusion.
Unsure what to do he loosened his grip around her and they both sat up staring at each other.
"What was that?" Ginny asked him softly.
He swallowed, not sure how to answer. "I just." He needed another moment to collect his thoughts. "I wanted to." He managed, wishing he had something more eloquent to offer.
She searched his face. "But you don't like me that way." She told him in a whisper.
She really thought that, didn't she? All these years it had been what he'd tried to project. To put that kind of wall up between them. He was ready to pull that wall down though. Their activity the last ten minutes or so had shown them both that. "What if I do?" He asked.
She tilted her head at him, and slowly a small smile tugged the corners of her lips. "You do?"
She looked pleased. A wave of relief took over him as he saw that. "I do." He felt comfortable admitting that much. "And you? You seemed to, um, respond."
"I do too." She admitted softly, her smile growing wide and she bit her lip to try to control it, letting out a small laugh.
Harry sucked in a deep breath. "Oh, thank Merlin." He grinned and moved closer to her. "So?" He asked, moving in hopeful that she might be interested in trying that again.
"So." She whispered back and put her hand on the front of his shirt and gently pulling him the rest of the way towards her.
They passed the rest of the night snogging and talking until they both drifted off.
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Waking up with a man in her bed was an unfamiliar feeling for Ginny. Having that man be Harry whom she'd spent the evening snogging with heatedly. Well, that was a fantastic feeling.
There was a grin on her face that was most likely going to remain there for weeks to come if all he'd told her was true. About how he'd grown to fancy her for a while, and he'd yet felt like their lives were so intertwined already that he didn't want to jeopardize any relationships with her family by attempting to pursue anything, lest he be way off base on her reciprocating at all.
She admitted to him that she'd all but given up on anything happening between the two of them. They'd known each other for so long. She'd figured if anything was going to happen, it would have already.
He seemed to be as over the moon about their incorrect assumptions as she was.
And now. Well, now she wasn't sure what they were. Was he her boyfriend? Were they going to be telling people?
She rolled over and peaked at him. He was asleep on his back with his head turned the other way. Slipping out of the bed she opened the door quietly and snuck to the bathroom before getting coffee going in the kitchen. Glancing at the door to the corridor she saw her flat mates' boots were kicked off there, as well as two sets she didn't recognize. They must have picked up some men last night.
Taking two mugs back to her room she slipped back into bed and sipped her coffee waiting for him to get up. She didn't have to wait long as the scent of coffee seemed to do the job in waking him.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hey." She indicated to the table on his side of the bed where his glasses were beside his mug she'd brought him.
"Thanks." He sat up and took it.
This was a little awkward. She didn't know if it was only because she was being awkward, or if it was both of them. He might have just gotten carried away last night. Maybe he hadn't meant what he'd said. He was looking at his watch. Did that mean that he was checking if it was an appropriate time to bail?
"I have about an hour before I would need to get home to shower and change." He said, relaxing back against the headboard, moving slightly more towards her so their arms were touching, looking at her with an adoring twinkle in his eye.
That was all it took for her tension to dissipate. He didn't want to run away or back pedal anything. "My flat mates usually wake up late on days we don't have practice." She gave fair warning. "And it looks like I wasn't the only one sharing by bed last night."
"Can I take you out tonight?" He asked abruptly.
"What?" She asked in surprise at how he'd asked. Wanting to be sure she'd heard that right as well.
"I want to take you out. On a real date." Harry said more clearly. "Somewhere in the Muggle world where no one knows us, and we can just be ourselves."
"I'd like that." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
He turned his head more before she pulled back and kissed her properly. "So glad I can do that now." He murmured.
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"Cinemas are just so fantastic." Ginny gushed as she kicked off her shoes in the entryway. They were back at Harry's place after doing a classic Muggle date of dinner and a movie. At least, Harry told her it was a classic. She just took his word for it and enjoyed the meal followed by popcorn and chocolate.
"Glad you enjoyed it." He chuckled. This was their seventh date if they were counting the three time's they'd stayed in and made each other dinner. Seven dates in three weeks and they still hadn't told the rest of the Weasley's, but they planned to.
Not tonight, however.
Tonight, Harry was rather hoping she'd stay the night. It would be the first time she would 'stay the night'. Judging from how she was looking at him with a twinkle in her eye and vixen smile she had on her lips, that was her plan as well.
Their hands had done plenty of wandering when they'd had the chance these past weeks, but they still hadn't gone all the way.
"Do you want to play chess?" She asked huskily, clearly not having any intention of wanting to play the game herself.
She had on a nice scoop necked summer dress and he thought it looked lovely on her, but it would look much better on the floor. He stepped towards her and ran his hand from her shoulder down to her elbow, encouraging her to take a step towards him. "No."
Ginny stepped forward so she was pressed against him, looking up. "No? Did you have something else in mind to occupy the rest of our evening?" She teased.
"Ginny." He strained out. He needed to know that she was up for this. That she wanted it too. They'd done a slow progression in their kisses and touches and he was desperate for more. For all of her.
She came up on her tippy toes and kissed him softly, then deeply. Moving his hand with her own to come around to her back. "Unzip me." She whispered against his mouth.
He acquiesced, finding the zip and pulling it down, kissing his way down her neck as the he did so. She stepped back from his embrace once the zip was all the way down and kept stepping backwards, pulling the shoulders of the dress off slowly one at a time. Once she reached the stairs behind her, she turned around and began sliding the dress down her torso as she ascended the stairs.
His breath was coming out in slow pants as he took in the smooth curves of her skin. He licked his lips and his body began moving forward towards her, eyeing her hungrily as she gracefully ran her thumbs along where the dress was bunched at her bum, then leaning forward to accentuate the curve of her bum as the dress slid over it slowly and smoothly.
He was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he watched her show of undressing, tossing his shirt on the stairs behind him once he'd gotten rid of the useless article of clothing.
At the top of the landing she turned towards him and the dress fell the rest of the way to her feet. Harry had to grab onto the railing for balance as he took in her form. Seeing her in only her bra and knickers was nothing like seeing her in her bathing suit.
She kicked her dress at him and turned towards his bedroom. He caught the dress and tossed it and his undershirt on the stairs behind him before eagerly following her to the bedroom. Ginny had removed her bra by the time he'd caught up to her in the room and Harry felt the wind get knocked out of him. Her breasts were so full and perky. Glorious was the word that really came to mind. She reached out as he was staring and tugged at his belt.
"We're doing this?" He asked, not wanting to get any farther if she had any hesitations he wasn't seeing. He didn't know if he was going to be able to stop himself if they went any further.
She began nodding demurely before answering. "We are absolutely doing this. I don't know about you, but I am so ready for this." She snapped his belt off in one swift movement.
That was plenty of encouragement. He captured her lips as his hands dealt with the button on his trousers, aggressively pushing them down and locking his arms around her as he kicked the article off his feet. Moving her back towards his bed he couldn't manage to stop his hands from wandering all over her body.
The back of her legs bumped into the bed and she climbed backwards onto it moving back far enough that she could lay all the way down. Harry knelt down and began kissing his way up her body, starting at her ankle and moving up to her calf, knee, thigh. He caught her eye before closing his eyes and nuzzling into her center.
She moaned and he felt her lay back completely to absorb the feeling of him there. Her hips rolled gently, and he hooked his fingers in the top of her knickers and began tugging them down, she assisted him with lifting her bum and he took the opportunity to cup her cheeks firmly before finishing his task of removing her last item of clothing.
It was a feast for the eyes to have this full-frontal view of her before him. Something he'd fantasized about for so long. He leaned down once more and spread her lower lips before him before giving her a good long lick. Her gasping out his name coupled with the activity was making him harder than he'd been in his life. He continued using his tongue on her for a minute longer before he had to stop and keep kissing his way up her body.
At her breasts her cupped them both and buried his face in them, savoring the feel of them on his face. "Harry, please." She moaned and he felt her reaching down, managing to only brush the top of his boxers.
He tugged them off and poised himself between her legs, grabbing himself firmly before pushing gently inside her. And holy gods was she ever tight and hot. He slid completely inside her with ease given how wet she was, pausing to enjoy the sensation of finally being in the situation he'd dreamed of for so long. She sighed with the satisfaction of having him there.
They didn't change up positions or try any crazy moves with each other. It was just steady and repetitive rocking and thrusting against each other with her legs hooked around his. Hot breath in each other's ear as the sensations took over their bodies until they both reached their delicious finish with pleasured groans and sighs, coming down from their high cuddled together and drifting off to sleep.
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"Alright! It was a good game we played out there. But it was a close game too. We can't just rely on the Snitch getting caught. We need to completely pummel their other Chaser's; we have to make their Keeper consider throwing in the towel." Gwenog rallied the Harpies after their close call game.
Ginny was sitting on the bench listening to it, but also hoping there wouldn't be a reason for her to stand up or open her eyes for the next few moments. Just a few more moments and this dizzy nauseous feeling would pass. She was sure it would pass. Oh, she hoped it would pass soon.
"Weasley." Gwenog called her out.
'Damn.' She thought and took a steadying breath before looking up at her Captain and watching her form waver in her vision. "Yes Captain?"
"On your feet Weasley." She barked. Gwenog wasn't a tyrant or anything. But she did like to sound like one when she was trying to be motivational.
Groaning inwardly Ginny made it to her feet. She only managed to stand there for a moment however before swaying and falling hard back to the bench and groaning, putting her head in her hands.
"Weasley?" Gwenog called in concern as she rushed forward to kneel in front of her. Ginny heard exclamations from her teammates around her. "Ginny? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"M'not sure." She managed. "Just really dizzy."
"Alright. Come on." She pulled her to her feet and slung her arm over her shoulder. "We're going to the team healer. The rest of you, I'll tell you what you did wrong at practice." She hollered to them. "Get changed and then get out there and tell the press how amazing we all are." She turned her focus back to Ginny. "Have you felt like this the whole game?" She asked her privately, a hint of anger about that possibility in there.
Ginny shook her head as they walked slowly. "No. Just the last little bit." She promised. "Just suddenly came over me. Nauseous and dizzy."
They went down their private corridor to the Sports Healer's office.
"Injury?" Dominic, the team's healer, asked when they came into his office.
"No. She's got something messing with her head." Gwenog spoke for her, settling her down into a chair.
Dominic came to kneel in front of her and took her pulse then felt at her lymph nodes and checked her pupils. "Alright. Well, first things first." He stood up and retrieved his wand from the desk waving it in front of her belly.
They all watched as a light shone from his wand, encircling Ginny's belly and then collecting there below her belly button and shining a soft pink color.
"Yep, that'd do it." Dominic told them.
"What?!" Gwenog exclaimed and sunk into the seat beside Ginny looking shocked and slightly defeated.
"What?" Ginny asked confused. She knew the basic healing spells. Her mum had used several of them over the years. She'd also had Dominic use a few of them on her as well, but she wasn't familiar with that one.
"You're pregnant." Dominic said with a humorous smile.
If she wasn't already sitting, she would have fallen over for sure. Pregnant. She and Harry had only been having sex for two weeks, how could she be pregnant? They'd used the contraceptive charm.
Oh, shit. Did they use one that first time? "Shit." She stomped her foot. "Oh Gods." Leaning forwards, she put her head in her hands.
"You know who's it is then?" Gwenog asked her delicately.
That caused Ginny to turn and glare at her. "I know we have some slags on the team, and they pretty well run through stadiums and bars announcing their status as such, but I am not like that and you know it. Yes, I know who's it bloody well belongs to." She snapped.
"Alright, calm down. I had to ask. Didn't know you were seeing anyone." She didn't sound particularly concerned she'd been yelled at.
"We've been keeping it quiet." Ginny pouted. "Didn't want my family to know yet." She didn't know how she was going to break this to Harry. It was so soon.
Dominic was waving some charms over her to check her overall health and that of the fetus. "Looks like you've been keeping it quiet for about three months then." He said chipperly.
Ginny turned to him in confusion. "What? Three months?"
"That's about how far along you are. Three months. Baby is about the size of a peach and you should start showing in a few weeks."
"Three months you've been pregnant, and you didn't know?" Gwenog asked incredulously.
Ginny was blinking at the Healer with panic settling in. Being pregnant was one thing, but being three months pregnant? How in the fuck did that happen? Before she and Harry got together she hadn't been seeing anyone for at least a year. She'd been focusing entirely on Quidditch.
If she'd hooked up with someone while she was drunk, she'd have at least remembered in the morning, and she hadn't gotten black out drunk since.
"OH MY GOD!" She screamed. She wasn't dizzy anymore, she was furious! Completely seeing red.
Healer Dominic and Gwenog weren't able to stop her before she darted out of the room and towards the exit to the rest of the stadium.
He was here. He'd come to watch today, and she needed to see him now!
The family had access to the box seats and they always stuck around after her games because she'd pop in for a visit before doing the press junket.
People were nearly jumping out of her way as she blazed her path towards the box, throwing open the door and slamming it behind her gaining everyone's attention. He was there with a beer in hand on the other side of the room.
Some of her family members came towards her but she beelined it for him and knocked the beer out of his hand, shoving him up against the wall. "How could you!" She started slapping him wherever she could. "Why would you do this to me?" More slapping. "What right do you have?"
Exclamations of surprise from those around them weren't reaching her ears as she kept on assaulting him until strong arms pulled her away.
"Oi! What the bloody hell?" George got up off the floor. "What did I ever do to you?"
"That blood black out compulsion shit you gave me! This is all your fault." She screamed at him.
"Ginevra!" Her mum yelled her name to get her attention.
The tears were starting to roll down her cheeks as her anger turned to misery. "That night. It had to be that night." She sniffled.
"You already got me back for that." George argued.
"Not enough I didn't!" She suddenly felt exhausted and sagged into the arms of whoever was holding on to her.
"Ginny?" Harry's voice was close to her ear. It was him that was holding her. "What's going on?"
She managed to stand up properly, attempting to stop her chin from warbling and took a deep breath. "You sent us to go in and go to sleep it off that night didn't you. That night that Harry and I 'got out of hand' or whatever you called it." She demanded of her mum.
"Well." Her eyes turned a little vacant as she thought back. "Yes. You were both starting to pull some ridiculous stunts, so we sent you inside to bed before it got too carried away."
She nearly laughed in her face for that choice of words. "Well, I'm guessing no one actually saw us to our rooms then. You just told us to go to bed and that was that. Was it?" She steamed.
"Ginny, what?" George started.
"Did anyone see us to our rooms?" She screamed, demanding an answer.
"No!" He yelled back. "We just sent you and Harry into the house and the rest of us stayed out and carried on." George told her angrily, not seeing anything wrong with that.
"Fantastic." Ginny bit, tone indicating it was anything but. "You sent Harry and I into the house, to go to bed, while under a powerful compulsion charm." She laughed bitterly. "I guess no one here though anything could possibly go wrong with the two of us 'going to bed together'."
"What?" Harry breathed out, clearly catching on. His arms that had been securing her slipped lower in his shock.
The rest of them were still looking at her bewildered.
"Harry and I fancied each other, and you lot sent us to bed, unsupervised, while under a compulsion potion." She explained loudly. "One that made it so neither of us remembered what happened in the morning. So imagine my surprise when the Healer told me I'm pregnant. And not two weeks pregnant, which was when I had though was Harry's and my first time, but THREE MONTHS!"
"You're WHAT?!" Her mum yelled as the rest of the present family members gaped.
"Th-three months?" Harry gulped. "Ginny!" He exclaimed. "P-pregnant?"
She turned around to face him. He looked in shock. Given how she'd handled this situation it didn't surprise her.
He pulled her close to him, an automatic gesture on his part, hugging her to his front and looking down at her. "You're sure?" He whispered. "It was that night?"
She nodded, chin quivering. "The healer said I was three months along, and that's the only night unaccounted for." She sniffed and wiped her cheeks. "I remember waking in the morning and being, well, sore. And I swear to you." She promised. "There was no one else. No one else after, and no one before for ages."
"I came to in the loo." He remembered. "I don't remember what happened before that. I just." He paused and some color came to his face. He gave a weak chuckle and leaned down towards her ear. "I thought I'd gone in there and had a wank or something." She couldn't help chuckling too at that. "That's what I'd figured had happened considering how, you know, it felt."
Ginny didn't have it in her to find that comforting or amusing anymore. She just tucked her head under his chin and he held her close.
"You two?" George asked.
"Are you together?" Her mum sounded quite happy about that.
"Yes." Harry answered, stroking Ginny's back as she hugged into him. "Sorry we hadn't told you all yet, we just wanted to make sure it was going to work first." He explained. "And now we were serious about each other."
Ginny sighed. "I guess this makes it pretty fucking serious." She put a hand to her belly and thought over any signs she'd missed that meant she should have seen it sooner.
She'd missed her periods sure, but she'd been quite irregular since going professional and all the exercise that required. There hadn't been any smells making her nauseous, no throwing up, her breasts weren't tender, nothing else to indicate she was pregnant for three months already.
"So. What now?" Harry asked her.
"What do you mean, what now?" She pulled back and looked up at him in confusion.
"Oh! Are you getting married?" Her mum piped up excitedly, clapping her hands together.
"Mum!" Ginny rounded on her. "Let me deal with my anger at George before getting me angry at you too."
George smartly kept his mouth shut and backed away.
Ginny turned back to gauge the amount of panic she would see in Harry's eyes. He'd just found out he was going to be a father and now her mother was putting pressure on them to get married? She expected him to be about ready to bolt. But he didn't look panicked at all. He looked amazed, and wondrous, his eyes drifting back and forth between her abdomen and her eyes. 'Well." He started softly, with a smile growing to his face.
She took a step back from him then. "What?" She asked astounded. They'd been dating for a month. This time yesterday they'd been debating telling her family. Now he wanted to get married? She took another step back from him and managed a steadying breath. "I have to go. I can't" She said tried to find a way to articulate what she needed. "I'll talk to you later."
They all protested, but she ignored them and kept on her way back to the change room. She needed to shower, she needed to, to cry and scream and figure out what was happening to her.
A baby.
She was going to have a baby.
In six months.
Gwenog was waiting for her when she got back. "Ginny." She pounced. "You okay?" Her eyes were full of concern.
"I will be." It was the best she could offer.
"We need to talk about this." Her eyes darted to the door she'd just come through. "Did you just tell the father? Is he here?"
"Yeah." She sighed out. "He's here, and he knows. As does my mum, three of my brothers and two of my sister-in-law's." She ran a hand over her face. "This is all Georges fault." She kicked the garbage can close to her.
"Your brother George?" She asked completely confused. "How is this his fault exactly?"
"He was playing about with potions and slipped me and the father some at the last big family blow out. Clearly none of them realized that…" She almost said Harry's name. "'He' and I were attracted to each other and, well, things got carried away. But in the morning, neither of us remembered anything. Us being together now was a complete fluke in comparison."
"Wow." Gwenog drew out. "That is a crazy random happenstance."
Ginny closed her eyes, wishing that when she opened them her day was going to reset to that morning when she'd woken in Harry's bed. All this was a dream and her life plan was still on track. At least two more years at the top of her game before settling down enough to start a family. Two full years of settling into a life with Harry before they thought about having kids. They needed time to be a couple first before they were parents.
And that plan had involved him proposing because he wanted to, not out of obligation to her or her family.
This was all getting out of hand. She felt like she didn't have any control over herself anymore.
A sob wracked through her body and before she knew what was going on, she was in a puddle on the floor and couldn't stop the tears. Gwen's held onto her as best she could manage, but it wasn't helping. At one-point in her melt down Gwen's arms were replaced with someone else's and Ginny couldn't be bothered to look up and see who it was, she just buried her face in their shirt and kept right on with her break down.
She had no idea how long it was before their words started registering. They were murmuring to her comforting words about how it was going to be alright. And nothing was as bad as it seemed. But what did they know? Eventually the words stopped, but the embrace remained. Her tears ran dry and she was emotionally exhausted but calm enough to sit up and see that it was Harry that had been holding her.
"I'm sorry." He said. His eyes showed signs of him having been crying a bit too.
Ginny was shocked and couldn't help staring at the signs of his emotions having spilled forth from his eyes as well. She didn't think she'd ever seen him cry. Not when he'd rescued her from the Chamber, not after the incident at the Ministry, not even after he'd defeated Voldemort and apparently died in the process.
"I'm so sorry, Ginny." He repeated.
"It wasn't your fault." She sniffled complacently. "It just is what it is now I guess." She pulled out of his arms and settled her back against the lockers. She'd missed the press junket for sure.
"Not about the baby." He said softly. "I'm sorry about reacting to what your mum said like that."
Ginny frowned at him. "It's too soon. For all of this."
"I know. Angelina and Hermione kind of laid into me after you left." He gave her a shy smile. "Tore into me about using the word 'well' as a proposal of sorts."
Ginny let out a laugh. Hearing it after the fact did make it a little funny. "You've never been known to be the romantic sort."
"I really don't know the first thing about it." He agreed, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and giving her a sweet kiss. "But have had this fantasy in my head of you and I, you know, down the road."
It warmed her whole body to hear that. She'd allowed herself to think in the long term as well, she and he married with kids at the family functions, her grumbling about his socks being tossed wherever in their room when she's trying to do laundry. "I've had that fantasy too Harry." She admitted. "But it's too soon."
"I know. But just because this isn't going according to either of our plans doesn't mean I don't want it. Or that I'm not happy about it. It'll just take me a bit to adjust to it." He assured her.
"Harry." She cut him off. "I'm the one that was crying on the locker room floor. I should be the one assuring you of these things."
"You're the one that's pregnant though. Now it's my job to assure you." He took her hand and kissed it. He made sure that she was looking directly in his eyes so she would know he was being honest now. "And now let me assure you of something else. I will propose to you properly one day. When the time is right, and when I've planned it out. I know we've only been dating for little over a month, but I know we are going to be together for the long haul. With or without a baby on the way already."
Damn him for being so perfect. Damn him for making her feel like this is all going to work out at a time when she just wanted to rage and cry and hole herself up in her room for a few days.
"I already know I love you Ginny." He told her seriously. "And I really wish I'd told you that before, but there it is. I love you and I am completely in this with you." He took her hand and pressed his lips to her palm.
"I love you too Harry." She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. She was feeling better. Or capable of dealing with things now anyway. "Alright." She started determinedly. "I need to shower and change out of my kit."
"Do you want me to wait here?" He asked.
"No." A meek look came to her face. "I want you to come and wash my back." She stood up and pulled her jersey over her head. "I have a feeling you'll need to start getting used to doing that over the next few months."
Harry watched in surprise as she pulled off the rest of her gear and stood before him in only her birthday suit. He'd started to his feet as she walked away towards the shower stalls.
It didn't take long for him to join her.
"We have one more thing to discuss." He said as he pressed himself against her back under the stream of water, hands travelling up to cup her breasts and kissing her neck.
"Hmm. What's that?"
"Well, I don't think dying him blue was enough..."