Fic for deadwoodpecker: Golden Holiday - Part 3/3
To: deadwoodpecker
Title: Golden Holiday
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, a little Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~16700
Summary: Doing a favor for Hermione’s parents leads to many interesting and romantic moments for Harry and Ginny.
Author's Notes: You asked for a cabin and swimming, so you got them both. Oh, yes, and plenty of sex, too.
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True to her word, Harry woke up with Ginny’s lips around his cock the next morning. He let her take charge, riding him passionately. He held on until she’d come three times before finally filling her.
“I...I love how it feels,” she murmured as she squeezed him inside her. “How your semen feels as it fills me! Gods, Harry, I love you!”
They washed their sheets that day and cleaned up all traces of the fight. Around two o’clock that afternoon, the Grangers and Ron and Hermione arrived in their own SUV, followed by the Sheriff.
Harry and Ginny repeated their stories, Hermione and Emma hugging Ginny tightly and Ron sincerely thanking Harry for keeping his sister from being assaulted.
“Well, you’re welcome, mate.” Harry grinned. “But, Ron, I was busy getting my arse kicked by the old man. Your sister took those two out on her own. Remember, size is no guarantee of power.”
“Sheriff,” Harry asked. “Did Sam say anything about the gold? Why would he think Henry had gold? And what really happened to Henry.”
“Sam broke down when I lied and said Ike and Doug probably wouldn’t recover from their injuries,” Taylor began. “They will. He and Henry were fishing on the other side of the lake in Sam’s boat. They were drinking. I’d always warned Henry about boating and drinking, but he said he was a big boy and knew his limits.”
“My brother was very fond of his dram, too fond, really,” Dan sighed. “But, he could really drink quite a lot and still seem perfectly sober.”
“Well,” the Sheriff continued, “Sam said the two of them were really drunk. In addition to everything else, Sam’s a moonshiner and they’d been drinking his White Lightning. He started pressing Henry about the gold and Henry kept saying he didn’t have any and, well, Sam just cracked and they started fighting. Sam said he punched Henry and he fell overboard, hitting his head on the side of the boat and knocking himself out. Sam said he was going to pull him out, but the splash from Henry falling into the water rocked the boat just enough that Sam, being so drunk himself, lost his balance and fell and hit his head on the side as well, but he, fortunately for him, stayed inside the boat. By the time he was conscious, Henry had drowned.”
“So, Sam murdered him,” Emma said.
Taylor shook his head. “Not really. I’m inclined to believe that it was an accident, just like Sam described. The autopsy showed that Henry had well over the legal limit of alcohol in his blood. If he’d been driving, he’d have been charged with DWI. The state’s attorney is thinking that manslaughter is probably the most he can be charged with, in addition to his other crimes. His boys’ public defenders are negotiating to get the attempted rape charges dropped and settle for aggravated assault and battery.”
Ginny spoke up. “What would be the difference?”
“Five years for the assault charges. Up to ten for the rape. With good behavior, they could be out in three years on assault.”
“Make it rape, then,” Ginny said.
“That means you’d have to testify, Miz Potter. Their attorneys are going to ask you all sorts of personal questions. That bikini of yours is pretty skimpy. Doug and Ike might even try to back each other up and say you wanted to have sex with them.”
“That’s outrageous!” Ron yelled.
“That’s the American legal system, Mr. Weasley.” The Sheriff said bluntly. “For assault, their attorneys are agreeing to accept the depositions and the forensic evidence and do a plea bargain.”
“Oh, fine,” Ginny spat. “I’d just as soon not have to come back. Harry?”
“I agree, Gin,” Harry said. “Let it drop, Ron,” he said, seeing the fury in Ginny’s brother’s eyes. “She wasn’t really hurt that much. And you know I’ll help her get rid of any, ahh, bad memories.”
Harry leered at this beautiful wife, making her blush, Hermione snicker and Ron huff.
“You two are disgusting, you know that?”
“Well, now that that’s all settled,” Dan said, “what is all this about gold, Sheriff? Is there gold around here?”
Taylor smiled. “This is California, the Sierra Nevadas. The mountains are full of gold, but none that can be mined profitably. Not with all the new environmental restrictions. All the easy to get gold was got a century or more ago. Oh, you might find some panning in a stream, but it’d hardly pay your expenses for all the equipment.”
“I thought there were underground veins as well?” Emma asked.
“There were and are, but again, it’s a question of profitability,” the Sheriff replied. “It wouldn’t matter, anyway. This cabin could be sitting on the mother lode of all gold mines and you couldn’t touch it.”
All six of them asked, “Why not?”
“If you look at the deed,” the Sheriff chuckled, “you’ll see that mineral rights are not included. There’s hardly a state west of the Mississippi that doesn’t exclude mineral rights - water rights too, sometimes - from deeds for property. If you want them, the property will cost you one hell of a lot more. Henry’s pantry and wine cellar are actually in violation of the law, but sometimes common sense does rear its head in government. Nobody would ever bring charges on anyone for just digging a hole in the ground. All the land underneath this cabin belongs to Uncle Sam. If there’s any gold here, it belongs to him as well.”
“I find it hard to believe that Burnett wouldn’t have been aware of this,” Dan said.
“Oh, he was, but he figured Henry, as a Brit, wouldn’t realize it and had been digging nuggets out from under his house since the day he moved in,” the Sheriff replied. “Sam is a pretty mean son-of-a-bitch, but he liked Henry in his own way. He was one of the very few people that showed him and his boys any courtesy or concern.”
“My brother was that kind of man,” Dan said. “He could have retired a lot richer than he did, but he was always donating money to worthy causes. In fact, most of his estate goes to various charities. He left my wife and me twenty thousand pounds. It’s a tidy sum, but we’re hardly poor.”
Hermione’s parents’ dental clinic was very successful. Her parents lived quite comfortably and she’d never wanted for a thing growing up.
“He did leave a good deal more for our daughter, Hermione,” Dan continued. “He wanted her to have a proper dowry since she was only fifteen when he wrote the will.”
“So, Ron,” Harry said with a wide grin. “That means drinks at the Leaky are on you from now on, right?”
“Wrong, Harry Potter,” Hermione sniffed. “It’s MY dowry, not Ron’s.”
The Sheriff stood up at this point.
“Well, I need to get back to the office. I’ll be out tomorrow with a local attorney the San Francisco firm hired and a property appraiser. Probably a real estate agent, too. I assume there are personal effects that Henry left to all of you?”
Dan produced a list. “It’s all right here, Sheriff. As far as his clothes go, I assume there’s a local charity that could use them.”
“I sure as hell hope he left you the wine cellar!” Harry said.
“By rights, it’s the property of the Federal government.” Taylor laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
“You’re welcome to your pick, Sheriff,” Dan offered.
“Not much of a wine drinker, Mr. Granger, but I may take a few bottles in Henry’s memory. I’ll definitely take all the beer off your hands, though. See you all tomorrow.”
The Grangers had stopped in town and bought groceries. As Emma, Hermione and Ginny cooked, Harry walked down to the Cleavers and invited them to dinner.
It was a very merry gathering, the Cleavers telling many humorous and touching stories about Henry, with whom they’d always been close friends.
“I’d chide him occasionally about his drinking,” June admitted., “but he was always such a, well, such a happy drunk. We’ll truly miss him, Emma, Dan, we really will.”
They sent the Cleavers home with a dozen bottles of wine, Ward promising, “We’ll toast Henry’s memory with them all, never fear.”
“Well, I’m going to soak in the hot tub,” Ginny announced when clean up was done. “Anyone want to join me?” Harry followed quickly.
After they’d been in the tub a few minutes, Ron pounded on the door.
“Hey, hurry up! You know others of us might like a soak.”
“Come join us,” Ginny said.
“Are you insane, Ginny! You’re my sister!”
“I’m also under the water that’s covered with foam. If you’re that shy, wear some trunks.”
Ron and Hermione came in, both blushing brightly as Harry and Ginny smirked at them.
“We’ll close our eyes,” Harry said. He and Ginny did so as Ron and Hermione removed their robes and got into the tub.
Harry immediately scooted over next to Hermione.
“Come on, Hermione,” he teased. “Let me see what you’ve got!” He put his hand under the water and actually squeezed her thigh.
“Harry Potter, I will hex you if you touch me again, you...you, you lecherous rogue,” she squealed. “Ginny! Tell him no sex tonight if he touches me again.”
“You heard her, Potter. Get over here and squeeze my thighs!”
“Stop it! Stop it, both of you!” Ron screeched.
Ginny stuck her tongue out at him as she climbed onto Harry’s lap, her nipples teasingly appearing and disappearing in the foam.
Suddenly, Dan and Emma walked in, disrobed and climbed into the tub. Ron’s mouth was agape, while Hermione had her red face buried in her hands. Harry and Ginny just giggled.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Hermione,” Emma huffed. “It’s not like you haven’t seen us naked before.”
“The last time I saw Daddy naked I was ten years old, mother! What on earth are you two trying to prove?”
“Nothing, dear,” Emma said. “We wanted to try out the hot tub. It’s much more fun when there’s company. Surely you’re not afraid that your husband is going to desert you for me, are you?”
“I might,” Harry growled. “OWW! Ginny! That hurt!”
“I can make it hurt a lot worse, too, if you’re not careful,” she threatened, doing her best not to snicker.
“Do you mean Ron is the only man you’ve ever seen naked, Hermione?” Her mother asked.
“Yes, mother! Of course he is!”
“All that time with Harry that one year. You never saw him?”
“Just in my boxers, once,” Harry laughed. “I think she did it on purpose because I’d caught her in her knickers and bra a week earlier.”
“I did no such thing!” Hermione denied vehemently. “It was just an accident!”
“How about you, Ginny?” Emma asked.
“I grew up with six brothers, Emma,” Ginny said with a grin. “And only one bathroom. I saw plenty.”
“You were five!” Ron said.
“I was five the last time I saw you.”
Ron stuck his fingers in his ears. “I don’t want to hear another word.”
Through all this, Dan was reading a letter and sipping on his wine. He set them both down on a short table next to the edge of the tub that was obviously there for that purpose.
“What are you reading, Daddy?” Hermione asked, still red in the face and not just from the heat of the water.
“A letter from Henry that was enclosed with the will,” he said. “He wrote it about a year ago. It’s just sort of reminiscences of his time here, but he keeps using the phrase ‘In Vino Veritas.’ I guess he must have been drunk when he wrote it.”
“That means ‘In wine there is truth,’ right?” Harry asked. Dan nodded.
“In vino veritas, In vino veritas,” Harry mumbled. “Great fucking Merlin’s balls!”
Harry leaped out of the tub, making Hermione blush and hide her eyes as he cast a drying spell on himself and pulled on his jeans.
“Come on, everyone! Don’t just sit there!” Harry yelled, pulling Ginny up and making Ron groan.
“What are you on about, Harry?” Hermione asked, peeking through her fingers.
“It must mean something about the wine cellar, come on,” Harry insisted. “Hermione, you can obliviate me later, but haul your bum out of there and come on!”
Hermione took a deep breath and stood up, got out and dried herself as quickly as she could and slipped on her robe. Ron, Dan and Emma did the same.
“I’ve always wondered why there was so much wine here,” Harry said. “I read some of Henry’s books about wine and none of it is all that special. And when inventorying his effects, I saw that he ordered at least two cases every month. The Sheriff said Henry had wine with both lunch and dinner, but he rarely had big crowds here, so why would he have so much wine?”
“Well, why?” Ron asked.
“Because he didn’t want the wine racks moved!”
Harry was talking as he led them all through the kitchen, down to the pantry and into the wine cellar. The three wine racks were in the shape of a ‘T’, rather than side by side. Where the leg of the ‘T’ intercepted the top, a significant portion of the packed earth floor was covered.
Harry pointed his wand at that spot. “Revelio Portus!”
The outline of a trap door was revealed.
“Merlin’s saggy nuts!” Ron swore. “Is that what I think it might be?”
Dan and Emma watched as the four others gently and carefully levitated the wine racks to another area of the room. Harry got on his hands and knees and carefully started charming dirt away a little at a time until an iron ring was exposed.
He pulled on it, but the door didn’t budge.
“Let me, Harry,” Hermione said. “Leviosa Portus.”
The trap door lifted with a groan of rusty hinges. The top of a ladder was visible leading into the darkness below. The four lit their wands, but Dan ran up to the kitchen and returned with several electric torches.
“I think these might be better, Harry.”
“Do you want to do the honors, Mr. Granger?” Harry asked. “He was your brother.”
Dan nodded and carefully descended the ladder.
“Daddy!” Hermione yelled after there was silence for some thirty seconds. “Are you alright?”
“Come here and look. All of you!”
Harry tried to go next, but Hermione stopped him.
“I’m next, Harry!” she said. “You just want to be able to look up my robe, you...you...”
Then she squealed and hugged him tightly. “Gods, Harry, you’re just brilliant.”
She went down, followed by her mother, then Ron, Ginny and Harry.
They were standing in a cavern with veins of quartz sparkling in the walls. And inside the quartz was the unmistakable glint of gold.
“Bloody fucking hell!” Ron gasped. Hermione didn’t even scold him, she was just staring too.
Dan found a book lying on a table and picked it up. It appeared fairly new, so he fanned the pages until he got to the last entry, which was from about a year ago. It was in his brother’s handwriting.
“I don’t know why I come down here,” he’d written. “I know I can’t mine any of this. I’d probably bring the whole thing down on my head. I’ve picked up a few loose crystals over the years, taken them to Reno and sold them to collectors.”
Dan flipped to the front of the book and found it was in his brother’s hand as well, but the words were from a journal Henry had found when he entered the mine for the first time. He had found the door from the pantry into the room above by accident, when he was taking down some old shelves to put up a wine rack. The shelves had been built over the door, and he discovered that the shelves were actually hinged on one side, so obviously they had swung open at some point.
He really didn’t think much about it at the time, why the door was hidden, and as he inspected the other room, finding it roofed and walled with rough lumber but the floor was only packed earth, he thought it would make a nice wine cellar and provide some additional storage for odds and ends. He arranged with a local handyman to put some lights in it, which he did, commenting that it might have been an old root cellar.
The handyman was in his sixties and had lived in the area all his life. He said there had been some sort of dwelling on this site for as long as he could remember.
“In fact, my Pa said there’s been somethin’ here since gold rush days. But, I never heard of no one findin’ any gold around here, other than a stray nugget in a stream once in a while.”
As Henry found time over his first year there, he leveled out the dirt floor, so that wine racks would sit evenly. That was how he found the iron ring and after a good deal of shoveling and prying and cursing, he managed to open the trap door. After descending he also stood in wonder as he stared at the gold-infused quartz.
He found an old journal down there, with the first entry dated in 1885. A trapper had built a cabin here and while digging a root cellar, had struck the vein a mere six feet beneath the surface.
Being a reclusive, but very clever fellow, he worked the find alone, often traveling as far as San Francisco or even Los Angeles to sell the raw gold. On one trip, he’d patronized a young prostitute whom he convinced to come away with him.
They raised a family, chipping away at the vein and carefully spreading their money out in several banks in different states, eventually saving enough money to buy the lake and the surrounding land from the Federal government under the Homestead Act.
Shortly after World War I, hunting and fishing enthusiasts had started coming to the lake and they started selling parcels for seasonal cabins, making a great deal of money, while they still chipped away at the gold.
Then, in the 1930s, private ownership of gold was outlawed and they knew selling raw gold on the open market would lead to way too many inquiries from nosy bureaucrats. Since they were rich anyway from land sales, they all moved away after sealing off the entrance to the mine and sold the land to a developer, who liked it so much he built his own home there. He especially liked the old ‘root cellar’ since it gave him a place to hide his illegal booze until Prohibition ended.
He sold in the 1950's at a tidy profit and the owner had built the current cabin on it. It was expanded and improved over the years until Henry bought it in 1995 and added the enclosed porch and the hot tub.
“Wow,” Ron said. “Maybe you should keep this place, Dan. You know, come back here once a year and pick up a few baubles.”
“Don’t need the money and selling unrefined, raw gold like this would still lead to a lot of questions, Ron,” Dan said. “Oh, it’s a nice thought, but I’m just not interested.”
“Besides, Daddy,” Hermione reminded him primly. “The gold really isn’t yours. It belongs to the American government.”
“What they don’t know...” Ron started, then stopped as Hermione glared at him.
“I think we should just seal everything up again and forget about it,” Emma said. “If we tell the government, they’d probably lease the rights to some venture capitalists who would destroy this entire beautiful, pristine area.”
She bent down and picked up a particularly beautiful crystal and stared into it.
“Of course, one little souvenir shouldn’t be a problem.”
Everyone else looked around a bit and found a piece of quartz that they particularly liked. Ron, of course, picked up several causing Hermione to glare at him.
“My mother said one, Ron.”
“But, Hermione,” he whined. “Maybe I’m taking them as gifts for my brothers and parents.
“Maybe you’re taking them thinking about how much money you could get for them,” she frowned. “One, Ron. Only one.”
They all climbed up the ladder, then sealed the door magically and eliminated all traces of it on the surface. They restored all the dirt, packing it extremely tightly, then returned to wine racks to their original positions.
Ginny crawled into bed with Harry that night, then rolled over on her back and pulled him between her thighs.
“No need for foreplay tonight, Harry, I am hot and ready.”
Of course, he teased her for nearly half an hour, kissing, licking, nipping, sucking and always backing off seconds before she came. She finally screamed, rolled Harry onto his back and impaled herself on him, brining herself off within seconds.
“You’re a bastard, you know that, Harry Potter!” She gasped as she quickly approached another orgasm, sliding herself up and down on him furiously.
“Yeah, but I’m your bastard, aren’t I?”
Ginny whimpered, whined and came, making Harry grunt as her muscles clenched him hard.
“Why I love a self-centered, egotistical berk like you is beyond me,” she said, riding him fiercely and building herself up for another explosion. “I could have married anyone I wanted, but I had to choose you! Oh, fuck! Harry!”
She came again and Harry couldn’t hold back, rolling her back underneath him as he thrust himself into as deeply as possible, gasping as he spilled inside her while she cried and screamed and came yet again.
In their room, Ron was teasing Hermione’s thighs and breasts, but she was playing hard to get tonight.
“Honestly, Ron,” she said. “Trying to take extra gold as gifts.”
“I would have given them away, honest, Hermione,” Ron said, licking one of her perky, rosy nipples. “It’s just that I’ve been so poor, I’ve always been so poor.”
Hermione lifted his head from her breast and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
“Ron, you’ve never been poor in the things that mattered - love, family, friends, loyalty. We’re not poor, Ron. Not by a long shot. And no one in your family is, either.”
“Mum and Dad...” he started.
“No longer have to feed seven ravenous children who outgrew their clothes by the end of each meal.” She laughed. “Ginny is one of the highest paid Quidditch players in the world. Harry has his parents’ inheritance. Bill probably makes more than Kingsley does. George is opening his third branch. You honestly don’t think your parents aren’t being taken care of.”
“Well, I’d like to do my bit, too,” he said, returning his lips to her breasts.
“And don’t forget my dowry,” she grinned, then squeaked a little as he bit her nipple with just a little extra force.
“Well, as you pointed out,” he said, kissing down her stomach and heading towards the enticing brown triangle between her thighs, “that’s all yours. Going to endow S.P.E.W.?”
“Maybe,” she whimpered as he kissed the inside of her thighs and softly sucked on her lips.
“What else do you have in mind,” he asked, kissing her everywhere but the one place she wanted and needed it the most.
“I thought luxury box seats to next year’s Quidditch World Cup for the entire family, plus a deluxe tent might be a nice use for some of it.”
Ron looked up at her, his mouth hanging open.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she said, pushing his head back down into her pussy. “But only if you make me come in the next thirty seconds!”
Ron set to his task with vigor and a smile. Hermione screamed with delight.
Even Dan and Emma were relaxing in each other’s arms after a very satisfying shag.
“The children would be shocked knowing we still have sex,” Emma laughed, her body still shivering from her orgasm.
“I intend to keep you happy and well-shagged until the day we die, if at all possible,” Dan said, stroking his wife’s breasts. “Unless, of course, you decide to run off with Harry.”
“Oh, he’s a handsome hunk, that’s for sure.” Emma smiled, kissing Dan softly. “But, I need experience, not enthusiasm. I love you, Dan.”
All three couples were smiling happily at breakfast. As Ron helped Hermione clean up he whispered to her, “Do you think your folks actually...actually, well, actually, you know.”
“Why wouldn’t they, Ron,” she said. “They’re only sixty-two.” Her parents had been in their late thirties when she was born.
“That’s so old!” Ron declared.
“Well, I’ll just have to see if Ginny will share Harry with me, once you hit sixty-two, you old fart!”
He chased her squealing to their bedroom. Harry quickly cast a Silencing Charm.
“Hopefully they’ll be done before the real estate agent and the appraiser get here,” Harry smirked.
Ginny got Hermione and Ron to accompany her and Harry to the lake. Hermione’s two piece was rather modest, until Ginny charmed it into one that matched her own very skimpy one.
“Ginny!” Hermione squealed, her hands covering her breasts and crotch.
“You look great, Hermione,” Harry said. “Doesn’t she, Ron?”
“Er, yeah, sure she does,” he mumbled. “Ginny, you don’t have a shred of modesty in you, do you know that!”
“Harry never complains,” she said. “Come on, Hermione, just cast a Warming Charm.” The two went into the water and began splashing and squealing.
“You’re a lucky bloke, Ron,” Harry said, eyeing the two lovely witches appreciatively.
“I know.”
“Umm, a return compliment might be nice, Ron,” Harry groused.
“Gah, don’t make me gag, Harry! That’s my sister I’d be talking about!”
The girls came out, laughing and covered with goosebumps. Ginny immediately sat in Harry’s lap, straddle his hips and wrapped a large towel around them.
“I know a great way to warm up, Harry!” She said, as she started grinding her hips onto his.
“Don’t you two ever stop?” Ron complained.
“Who was it who ran off to shag right after breakfast this morning, Ronald Weasley?” Ginny smirked. “Answer me that!”
The Sheriff showed up with the attorney, real estate agent and appraiser. Dan, Emma and Hermione signed several more documents, basically turning the house over to the law firm until it was sold.
“Under Mr. Granger’s will,” the attorney told them, “You, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and your daughter will each get a ten percent share of the sale price. The rest will go to the local preservation society to help maintain some of the historical properties in the area.”
The appraiser looked over his check list. “With all the amenities in this house, it’s easily worth half a million dollars. Actually probably closer to three-quarters.”
“I already have at least two interested buyers,” the real estate agent told them. “There will be more and they’ll bid the price up on each other. It could go for over a million.”
They all could see the commission numbers shining in her eyes.
“I assume we can spend the night?” Dan asked the attorney.
“The law firm said you’re welcome to stay for as long as necessary to remove your brother’s effects.”
“I doubt if I’d have any buyers out here until next weekend,” the real estate agent added. “So I have no problems with you staying.”
The three professionals left, leaving the Sheriff with the Grangers, Harry, Ron and Ginny.
“Like to stay for dinner, Sheriff?” Ginny asked with a smile. “Help us drink up some more of the wine?”
“Let me radio in to the office that I’m off duty for tonight.”
Dinner was very pleasant, the Sheriff had many stories about Henry.
“How did Sam explain what happened when he first reported my brother’s death?” Dan asked.
“Well, Sam always kept a boat on the lake, and he let Henry use it anytime he wanted, whether Sam was around or not. So, he said he didn’t think much about it when it was missing, but claimed he saw it drifting and got another neighbor to row him out to it. They found Henry then. He had actually rowed ashore and pushed the boat back out into the lake.”
“What sort of sentence is he looking at?” Emma asked.
“It’s unlikely he’ll leave prison while he’s still alive,” the Sheriff said. “He’s looking at a good twenty-five years. God knows what his boys are going to do when they get out. Sam at least was a guide when he was sober. They’re both useless as tits on a bull. Oh, pardon me, ladies. Must be the wine.”
Harry and Ron helped the Sheriff haul the beer up and put it in his SUV. He also took the case of Bourbon and the case of rum.
“Now, as long as one of my deputies doesn’t pull me over for DWI, I’ll see you all later.”
Harry and Ginny headed right for the hot tub. Ron and Hermione came a little later, with her parents. Dan and Emma dropped their robes with nary a blush. Hermione took a deep breath, dropped hers and ignoring Harry’s whistle, sedately entered the pool. Ron turned his back, dropped his robe and backed into the pool.
Ginny whistled this time, snickering, “Nice bum, Ron.”
Harry scooted over next to Hermione again, putting his arm around her waist.
“See, wasn’t that easy? You know, Ginny and I are going to put one of these into the house we’re building in Godric’s Hollow. You’ll be welcome anytime.” He then squeezed her left cheek.
Hermione squealed. “Harry Potter! If...if you squeeze my bum one more time, Ginny will need someone else to father your children.”
Harry laughed and scooted back to Ginny, putting her in his lap and kissing her deeply.
After another tremendous shag that night, Ginny was kissing Harry’s chest and sucking on his nipples, making him groan with pleasure.
“I’m so glad we had this time together, Harry, even with all the problems,” she murmured. “Gods, I love you.”
He stroked her back, pulling her up and kissing her. “I almost wish we could afford to buy this place.”
“Well, at least we’ll have a hot tub,” she smiled, nestling into him. “I think Hermione is finally starting to unwind a bit. She hardly blushed at all getting out of the tub.”
“Now, if she can only convince your brother,” Harry sighed.
Hermione was sitting on top of Ron, her head thrown back in orgasmic bliss as he thrust up into her, filling her completely.
She looked down on him, squeezing him tightly inside her.
“So, should we get a hot tub, too?” she asked., still moving on him.
“Well, Harry and Ginny would expect to be able to use it, too. I’m not sure I like him squeezing your bum when you’re naked.”
“That should be my decision, Ron,” she said softly. “I know I’m really uptight sometimes, but Harry and Ginny help me loosen up a bit with all their, well, naughty ways. We are twenty-three, Ron. We don’t have to act like teenagers hiding the fact that we’re a couple and that we’re shagging. We are married, after all.”
“So you’re telling me that you want me to squeeze Ginny’s bum?”
“I’d rather that you remain able to father children.” She laughed. “I’ve asked him to stop. I know he means no harm and is only teasing, but, well, I am your wife. But, well, simply being naked in a hot tub is not quite the same. You have a nice body, Ron. You should be proud of it. And I wish my body was as gorgeous as your sister’s.”
“It is, in it’s own way,” Ron said, pulling her down for a kiss. “So, if we get a hot tub, we should simply invite all the family over for a nice naked swim?”
“We can wear suits,” she said. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t like to see Fleur in the all together?”
“That’s unfair,” Ron moped. He still got flustered and tongue-tied around Fleur.
“We don’t have to get one,” she said, finally slipping off him and snuggling into his shoulder. “Let Harry and Ginny do it, and they can set the rules.”
They all spent the next day helping the Grangers pack up various items of Henry’s. They had wine with both lunch and dinner and in the hot tub.
After another night of wild, noisy sex, they had breakfast and then packed up their SUVs. As they were finishing, Sheriff Taylor drove up.
“Well, I’m gonna miss you all, especially you, Miz Potter,” he said with a smile.
“Why me in particular, Andy?”
“There hasn’t been a woman around here that’s fills a bikini like you do since I don’t know when. Oh, Sarah, the real estate agent said the bidding on the cabin is already up to 800,000 dollars, and that’s sight unseen.”
Ginny blushed just a bit, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Sheriff Taylor’s cheek.
“You’re a real teddy bear, too, Sheriff.”
He gave her an odd look, then wished them all a safe trip and got back in his SUV and drove away. As he was driving away, the Cleavers walked up.
“It’s been a real pleasure,” June said. “Despite all the grief. Harry, Ginny, you two just keep loving each other like you do now and you’ll last longer than me and Ward.”
“Ginny may, but Harry never will,” Ron whispered to Hermione, who blushed, giggled and smacked his arm.
“It’s very kind of you and Ginny, Harry, to ship all these crates home for us,” Dan said.
“The Ministry is paying for it,” Harry said. “I’m claiming it’s all research materials.”
Hermione looked scandalized.
“You aren’t! Tell me you aren’t, Harry Potter!”:
“Of course not,” Harry said. “Ginny and I have plenty of money.”
“I do, too, you know,” Hermione said.
“Not yet, dear,” Emma said. “It will be several weeks before the money is transferred from San Francisco to London. Harry, Dan and I aren’t poor.”
“Let me make myself feel all good and noble,” Harry laughed. “It gets me laid more.”
Ginny smacked him and so did Ron.
The Grangers drove off with Ron and Hermione. Harry and Ginny hugged and kissed and took a final look at the cabin and the beautiful lake.
“I think this will always be my favorite holiday,” Ginny sighed.
They got in the SUV and started down the road. Suddenly, Ginny shouted, “Stop!”:
Harry did and Ginny hopped out and walked over to the Sasquatch that was standing just off the road.
“Thank you,” she said, actually hugging the creature.
It snorted and grunted and stroked her hair. Ginny pulled a few strands of her long red tresses from her scalp and placed them in its hand.
“For you, my big teddy bear.” The Sasquatch grunted and turned and walked away.
Ginny got back in the SUV, Harry was just staring open-mouthed.
“Ginny! It...it could have hurt you! Killed you!”
“Oh, Harry, he wouldn’t do anything of the sort,” she said. “He’s not some mindless beast. He’s intelligent and he knew I was his friend He saved my life, Harry, just like I saved his.”
Harry sighed, shook his head and kissed her.
“You’re beautiful,” he smiled. “Really foolish and reckless at times, but really beautiful.”
As they crested the hill, Harry took one last look at the lake in the rearview mirror, the setting sun reflecting off its surface. He told Ginny to look out the back window. She did and gasped.
“It’s like gold,” she said.
“Sounds like a line from the cheesy movie we watched in the hotel in San Francisco. You know, when the old miner said, ‘Thar’s gold in them thar hills.!”
Title: Golden Holiday
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, a little Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~16700
Summary: Doing a favor for Hermione’s parents leads to many interesting and romantic moments for Harry and Ginny.
Author's Notes: You asked for a cabin and swimming, so you got them both. Oh, yes, and plenty of sex, too.
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True to her word, Harry woke up with Ginny’s lips around his cock the next morning. He let her take charge, riding him passionately. He held on until she’d come three times before finally filling her.
“I...I love how it feels,” she murmured as she squeezed him inside her. “How your semen feels as it fills me! Gods, Harry, I love you!”
They washed their sheets that day and cleaned up all traces of the fight. Around two o’clock that afternoon, the Grangers and Ron and Hermione arrived in their own SUV, followed by the Sheriff.
Harry and Ginny repeated their stories, Hermione and Emma hugging Ginny tightly and Ron sincerely thanking Harry for keeping his sister from being assaulted.
“Well, you’re welcome, mate.” Harry grinned. “But, Ron, I was busy getting my arse kicked by the old man. Your sister took those two out on her own. Remember, size is no guarantee of power.”
“Sheriff,” Harry asked. “Did Sam say anything about the gold? Why would he think Henry had gold? And what really happened to Henry.”
“Sam broke down when I lied and said Ike and Doug probably wouldn’t recover from their injuries,” Taylor began. “They will. He and Henry were fishing on the other side of the lake in Sam’s boat. They were drinking. I’d always warned Henry about boating and drinking, but he said he was a big boy and knew his limits.”
“My brother was very fond of his dram, too fond, really,” Dan sighed. “But, he could really drink quite a lot and still seem perfectly sober.”
“Well,” the Sheriff continued, “Sam said the two of them were really drunk. In addition to everything else, Sam’s a moonshiner and they’d been drinking his White Lightning. He started pressing Henry about the gold and Henry kept saying he didn’t have any and, well, Sam just cracked and they started fighting. Sam said he punched Henry and he fell overboard, hitting his head on the side of the boat and knocking himself out. Sam said he was going to pull him out, but the splash from Henry falling into the water rocked the boat just enough that Sam, being so drunk himself, lost his balance and fell and hit his head on the side as well, but he, fortunately for him, stayed inside the boat. By the time he was conscious, Henry had drowned.”
“So, Sam murdered him,” Emma said.
Taylor shook his head. “Not really. I’m inclined to believe that it was an accident, just like Sam described. The autopsy showed that Henry had well over the legal limit of alcohol in his blood. If he’d been driving, he’d have been charged with DWI. The state’s attorney is thinking that manslaughter is probably the most he can be charged with, in addition to his other crimes. His boys’ public defenders are negotiating to get the attempted rape charges dropped and settle for aggravated assault and battery.”
Ginny spoke up. “What would be the difference?”
“Five years for the assault charges. Up to ten for the rape. With good behavior, they could be out in three years on assault.”
“Make it rape, then,” Ginny said.
“That means you’d have to testify, Miz Potter. Their attorneys are going to ask you all sorts of personal questions. That bikini of yours is pretty skimpy. Doug and Ike might even try to back each other up and say you wanted to have sex with them.”
“That’s outrageous!” Ron yelled.
“That’s the American legal system, Mr. Weasley.” The Sheriff said bluntly. “For assault, their attorneys are agreeing to accept the depositions and the forensic evidence and do a plea bargain.”
“Oh, fine,” Ginny spat. “I’d just as soon not have to come back. Harry?”
“I agree, Gin,” Harry said. “Let it drop, Ron,” he said, seeing the fury in Ginny’s brother’s eyes. “She wasn’t really hurt that much. And you know I’ll help her get rid of any, ahh, bad memories.”
Harry leered at this beautiful wife, making her blush, Hermione snicker and Ron huff.
“You two are disgusting, you know that?”
“Well, now that that’s all settled,” Dan said, “what is all this about gold, Sheriff? Is there gold around here?”
Taylor smiled. “This is California, the Sierra Nevadas. The mountains are full of gold, but none that can be mined profitably. Not with all the new environmental restrictions. All the easy to get gold was got a century or more ago. Oh, you might find some panning in a stream, but it’d hardly pay your expenses for all the equipment.”
“I thought there were underground veins as well?” Emma asked.
“There were and are, but again, it’s a question of profitability,” the Sheriff replied. “It wouldn’t matter, anyway. This cabin could be sitting on the mother lode of all gold mines and you couldn’t touch it.”
All six of them asked, “Why not?”
“If you look at the deed,” the Sheriff chuckled, “you’ll see that mineral rights are not included. There’s hardly a state west of the Mississippi that doesn’t exclude mineral rights - water rights too, sometimes - from deeds for property. If you want them, the property will cost you one hell of a lot more. Henry’s pantry and wine cellar are actually in violation of the law, but sometimes common sense does rear its head in government. Nobody would ever bring charges on anyone for just digging a hole in the ground. All the land underneath this cabin belongs to Uncle Sam. If there’s any gold here, it belongs to him as well.”
“I find it hard to believe that Burnett wouldn’t have been aware of this,” Dan said.
“Oh, he was, but he figured Henry, as a Brit, wouldn’t realize it and had been digging nuggets out from under his house since the day he moved in,” the Sheriff replied. “Sam is a pretty mean son-of-a-bitch, but he liked Henry in his own way. He was one of the very few people that showed him and his boys any courtesy or concern.”
“My brother was that kind of man,” Dan said. “He could have retired a lot richer than he did, but he was always donating money to worthy causes. In fact, most of his estate goes to various charities. He left my wife and me twenty thousand pounds. It’s a tidy sum, but we’re hardly poor.”
Hermione’s parents’ dental clinic was very successful. Her parents lived quite comfortably and she’d never wanted for a thing growing up.
“He did leave a good deal more for our daughter, Hermione,” Dan continued. “He wanted her to have a proper dowry since she was only fifteen when he wrote the will.”
“So, Ron,” Harry said with a wide grin. “That means drinks at the Leaky are on you from now on, right?”
“Wrong, Harry Potter,” Hermione sniffed. “It’s MY dowry, not Ron’s.”
The Sheriff stood up at this point.
“Well, I need to get back to the office. I’ll be out tomorrow with a local attorney the San Francisco firm hired and a property appraiser. Probably a real estate agent, too. I assume there are personal effects that Henry left to all of you?”
Dan produced a list. “It’s all right here, Sheriff. As far as his clothes go, I assume there’s a local charity that could use them.”
“I sure as hell hope he left you the wine cellar!” Harry said.
“By rights, it’s the property of the Federal government.” Taylor laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
“You’re welcome to your pick, Sheriff,” Dan offered.
“Not much of a wine drinker, Mr. Granger, but I may take a few bottles in Henry’s memory. I’ll definitely take all the beer off your hands, though. See you all tomorrow.”
The Grangers had stopped in town and bought groceries. As Emma, Hermione and Ginny cooked, Harry walked down to the Cleavers and invited them to dinner.
It was a very merry gathering, the Cleavers telling many humorous and touching stories about Henry, with whom they’d always been close friends.
“I’d chide him occasionally about his drinking,” June admitted., “but he was always such a, well, such a happy drunk. We’ll truly miss him, Emma, Dan, we really will.”
They sent the Cleavers home with a dozen bottles of wine, Ward promising, “We’ll toast Henry’s memory with them all, never fear.”
“Well, I’m going to soak in the hot tub,” Ginny announced when clean up was done. “Anyone want to join me?” Harry followed quickly.
After they’d been in the tub a few minutes, Ron pounded on the door.
“Hey, hurry up! You know others of us might like a soak.”
“Come join us,” Ginny said.
“Are you insane, Ginny! You’re my sister!”
“I’m also under the water that’s covered with foam. If you’re that shy, wear some trunks.”
Ron and Hermione came in, both blushing brightly as Harry and Ginny smirked at them.
“We’ll close our eyes,” Harry said. He and Ginny did so as Ron and Hermione removed their robes and got into the tub.
Harry immediately scooted over next to Hermione.
“Come on, Hermione,” he teased. “Let me see what you’ve got!” He put his hand under the water and actually squeezed her thigh.
“Harry Potter, I will hex you if you touch me again, you...you, you lecherous rogue,” she squealed. “Ginny! Tell him no sex tonight if he touches me again.”
“You heard her, Potter. Get over here and squeeze my thighs!”
“Stop it! Stop it, both of you!” Ron screeched.
Ginny stuck her tongue out at him as she climbed onto Harry’s lap, her nipples teasingly appearing and disappearing in the foam.
Suddenly, Dan and Emma walked in, disrobed and climbed into the tub. Ron’s mouth was agape, while Hermione had her red face buried in her hands. Harry and Ginny just giggled.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Hermione,” Emma huffed. “It’s not like you haven’t seen us naked before.”
“The last time I saw Daddy naked I was ten years old, mother! What on earth are you two trying to prove?”
“Nothing, dear,” Emma said. “We wanted to try out the hot tub. It’s much more fun when there’s company. Surely you’re not afraid that your husband is going to desert you for me, are you?”
“I might,” Harry growled. “OWW! Ginny! That hurt!”
“I can make it hurt a lot worse, too, if you’re not careful,” she threatened, doing her best not to snicker.
“Do you mean Ron is the only man you’ve ever seen naked, Hermione?” Her mother asked.
“Yes, mother! Of course he is!”
“All that time with Harry that one year. You never saw him?”
“Just in my boxers, once,” Harry laughed. “I think she did it on purpose because I’d caught her in her knickers and bra a week earlier.”
“I did no such thing!” Hermione denied vehemently. “It was just an accident!”
“How about you, Ginny?” Emma asked.
“I grew up with six brothers, Emma,” Ginny said with a grin. “And only one bathroom. I saw plenty.”
“You were five!” Ron said.
“I was five the last time I saw you.”
Ron stuck his fingers in his ears. “I don’t want to hear another word.”
Through all this, Dan was reading a letter and sipping on his wine. He set them both down on a short table next to the edge of the tub that was obviously there for that purpose.
“What are you reading, Daddy?” Hermione asked, still red in the face and not just from the heat of the water.
“A letter from Henry that was enclosed with the will,” he said. “He wrote it about a year ago. It’s just sort of reminiscences of his time here, but he keeps using the phrase ‘In Vino Veritas.’ I guess he must have been drunk when he wrote it.”
“That means ‘In wine there is truth,’ right?” Harry asked. Dan nodded.
“In vino veritas, In vino veritas,” Harry mumbled. “Great fucking Merlin’s balls!”
Harry leaped out of the tub, making Hermione blush and hide her eyes as he cast a drying spell on himself and pulled on his jeans.
“Come on, everyone! Don’t just sit there!” Harry yelled, pulling Ginny up and making Ron groan.
“What are you on about, Harry?” Hermione asked, peeking through her fingers.
“It must mean something about the wine cellar, come on,” Harry insisted. “Hermione, you can obliviate me later, but haul your bum out of there and come on!”
Hermione took a deep breath and stood up, got out and dried herself as quickly as she could and slipped on her robe. Ron, Dan and Emma did the same.
“I’ve always wondered why there was so much wine here,” Harry said. “I read some of Henry’s books about wine and none of it is all that special. And when inventorying his effects, I saw that he ordered at least two cases every month. The Sheriff said Henry had wine with both lunch and dinner, but he rarely had big crowds here, so why would he have so much wine?”
“Well, why?” Ron asked.
“Because he didn’t want the wine racks moved!”
Harry was talking as he led them all through the kitchen, down to the pantry and into the wine cellar. The three wine racks were in the shape of a ‘T’, rather than side by side. Where the leg of the ‘T’ intercepted the top, a significant portion of the packed earth floor was covered.
Harry pointed his wand at that spot. “Revelio Portus!”
The outline of a trap door was revealed.
“Merlin’s saggy nuts!” Ron swore. “Is that what I think it might be?”
Dan and Emma watched as the four others gently and carefully levitated the wine racks to another area of the room. Harry got on his hands and knees and carefully started charming dirt away a little at a time until an iron ring was exposed.
He pulled on it, but the door didn’t budge.
“Let me, Harry,” Hermione said. “Leviosa Portus.”
The trap door lifted with a groan of rusty hinges. The top of a ladder was visible leading into the darkness below. The four lit their wands, but Dan ran up to the kitchen and returned with several electric torches.
“I think these might be better, Harry.”
“Do you want to do the honors, Mr. Granger?” Harry asked. “He was your brother.”
Dan nodded and carefully descended the ladder.
“Daddy!” Hermione yelled after there was silence for some thirty seconds. “Are you alright?”
“Come here and look. All of you!”
Harry tried to go next, but Hermione stopped him.
“I’m next, Harry!” she said. “You just want to be able to look up my robe, you...you...”
Then she squealed and hugged him tightly. “Gods, Harry, you’re just brilliant.”
She went down, followed by her mother, then Ron, Ginny and Harry.
They were standing in a cavern with veins of quartz sparkling in the walls. And inside the quartz was the unmistakable glint of gold.
“Bloody fucking hell!” Ron gasped. Hermione didn’t even scold him, she was just staring too.
Dan found a book lying on a table and picked it up. It appeared fairly new, so he fanned the pages until he got to the last entry, which was from about a year ago. It was in his brother’s handwriting.
“I don’t know why I come down here,” he’d written. “I know I can’t mine any of this. I’d probably bring the whole thing down on my head. I’ve picked up a few loose crystals over the years, taken them to Reno and sold them to collectors.”
Dan flipped to the front of the book and found it was in his brother’s hand as well, but the words were from a journal Henry had found when he entered the mine for the first time. He had found the door from the pantry into the room above by accident, when he was taking down some old shelves to put up a wine rack. The shelves had been built over the door, and he discovered that the shelves were actually hinged on one side, so obviously they had swung open at some point.
He really didn’t think much about it at the time, why the door was hidden, and as he inspected the other room, finding it roofed and walled with rough lumber but the floor was only packed earth, he thought it would make a nice wine cellar and provide some additional storage for odds and ends. He arranged with a local handyman to put some lights in it, which he did, commenting that it might have been an old root cellar.
The handyman was in his sixties and had lived in the area all his life. He said there had been some sort of dwelling on this site for as long as he could remember.
“In fact, my Pa said there’s been somethin’ here since gold rush days. But, I never heard of no one findin’ any gold around here, other than a stray nugget in a stream once in a while.”
As Henry found time over his first year there, he leveled out the dirt floor, so that wine racks would sit evenly. That was how he found the iron ring and after a good deal of shoveling and prying and cursing, he managed to open the trap door. After descending he also stood in wonder as he stared at the gold-infused quartz.
He found an old journal down there, with the first entry dated in 1885. A trapper had built a cabin here and while digging a root cellar, had struck the vein a mere six feet beneath the surface.
Being a reclusive, but very clever fellow, he worked the find alone, often traveling as far as San Francisco or even Los Angeles to sell the raw gold. On one trip, he’d patronized a young prostitute whom he convinced to come away with him.
They raised a family, chipping away at the vein and carefully spreading their money out in several banks in different states, eventually saving enough money to buy the lake and the surrounding land from the Federal government under the Homestead Act.
Shortly after World War I, hunting and fishing enthusiasts had started coming to the lake and they started selling parcels for seasonal cabins, making a great deal of money, while they still chipped away at the gold.
Then, in the 1930s, private ownership of gold was outlawed and they knew selling raw gold on the open market would lead to way too many inquiries from nosy bureaucrats. Since they were rich anyway from land sales, they all moved away after sealing off the entrance to the mine and sold the land to a developer, who liked it so much he built his own home there. He especially liked the old ‘root cellar’ since it gave him a place to hide his illegal booze until Prohibition ended.
He sold in the 1950's at a tidy profit and the owner had built the current cabin on it. It was expanded and improved over the years until Henry bought it in 1995 and added the enclosed porch and the hot tub.
“Wow,” Ron said. “Maybe you should keep this place, Dan. You know, come back here once a year and pick up a few baubles.”
“Don’t need the money and selling unrefined, raw gold like this would still lead to a lot of questions, Ron,” Dan said. “Oh, it’s a nice thought, but I’m just not interested.”
“Besides, Daddy,” Hermione reminded him primly. “The gold really isn’t yours. It belongs to the American government.”
“What they don’t know...” Ron started, then stopped as Hermione glared at him.
“I think we should just seal everything up again and forget about it,” Emma said. “If we tell the government, they’d probably lease the rights to some venture capitalists who would destroy this entire beautiful, pristine area.”
She bent down and picked up a particularly beautiful crystal and stared into it.
“Of course, one little souvenir shouldn’t be a problem.”
Everyone else looked around a bit and found a piece of quartz that they particularly liked. Ron, of course, picked up several causing Hermione to glare at him.
“My mother said one, Ron.”
“But, Hermione,” he whined. “Maybe I’m taking them as gifts for my brothers and parents.
“Maybe you’re taking them thinking about how much money you could get for them,” she frowned. “One, Ron. Only one.”
They all climbed up the ladder, then sealed the door magically and eliminated all traces of it on the surface. They restored all the dirt, packing it extremely tightly, then returned to wine racks to their original positions.
Ginny crawled into bed with Harry that night, then rolled over on her back and pulled him between her thighs.
“No need for foreplay tonight, Harry, I am hot and ready.”
Of course, he teased her for nearly half an hour, kissing, licking, nipping, sucking and always backing off seconds before she came. She finally screamed, rolled Harry onto his back and impaled herself on him, brining herself off within seconds.
“You’re a bastard, you know that, Harry Potter!” She gasped as she quickly approached another orgasm, sliding herself up and down on him furiously.
“Yeah, but I’m your bastard, aren’t I?”
Ginny whimpered, whined and came, making Harry grunt as her muscles clenched him hard.
“Why I love a self-centered, egotistical berk like you is beyond me,” she said, riding him fiercely and building herself up for another explosion. “I could have married anyone I wanted, but I had to choose you! Oh, fuck! Harry!”
She came again and Harry couldn’t hold back, rolling her back underneath him as he thrust himself into as deeply as possible, gasping as he spilled inside her while she cried and screamed and came yet again.
In their room, Ron was teasing Hermione’s thighs and breasts, but she was playing hard to get tonight.
“Honestly, Ron,” she said. “Trying to take extra gold as gifts.”
“I would have given them away, honest, Hermione,” Ron said, licking one of her perky, rosy nipples. “It’s just that I’ve been so poor, I’ve always been so poor.”
Hermione lifted his head from her breast and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
“Ron, you’ve never been poor in the things that mattered - love, family, friends, loyalty. We’re not poor, Ron. Not by a long shot. And no one in your family is, either.”
“Mum and Dad...” he started.
“No longer have to feed seven ravenous children who outgrew their clothes by the end of each meal.” She laughed. “Ginny is one of the highest paid Quidditch players in the world. Harry has his parents’ inheritance. Bill probably makes more than Kingsley does. George is opening his third branch. You honestly don’t think your parents aren’t being taken care of.”
“Well, I’d like to do my bit, too,” he said, returning his lips to her breasts.
“And don’t forget my dowry,” she grinned, then squeaked a little as he bit her nipple with just a little extra force.
“Well, as you pointed out,” he said, kissing down her stomach and heading towards the enticing brown triangle between her thighs, “that’s all yours. Going to endow S.P.E.W.?”
“Maybe,” she whimpered as he kissed the inside of her thighs and softly sucked on her lips.
“What else do you have in mind,” he asked, kissing her everywhere but the one place she wanted and needed it the most.
“I thought luxury box seats to next year’s Quidditch World Cup for the entire family, plus a deluxe tent might be a nice use for some of it.”
Ron looked up at her, his mouth hanging open.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she said, pushing his head back down into her pussy. “But only if you make me come in the next thirty seconds!”
Ron set to his task with vigor and a smile. Hermione screamed with delight.
Even Dan and Emma were relaxing in each other’s arms after a very satisfying shag.
“The children would be shocked knowing we still have sex,” Emma laughed, her body still shivering from her orgasm.
“I intend to keep you happy and well-shagged until the day we die, if at all possible,” Dan said, stroking his wife’s breasts. “Unless, of course, you decide to run off with Harry.”
“Oh, he’s a handsome hunk, that’s for sure.” Emma smiled, kissing Dan softly. “But, I need experience, not enthusiasm. I love you, Dan.”
All three couples were smiling happily at breakfast. As Ron helped Hermione clean up he whispered to her, “Do you think your folks actually...actually, well, actually, you know.”
“Why wouldn’t they, Ron,” she said. “They’re only sixty-two.” Her parents had been in their late thirties when she was born.
“That’s so old!” Ron declared.
“Well, I’ll just have to see if Ginny will share Harry with me, once you hit sixty-two, you old fart!”
He chased her squealing to their bedroom. Harry quickly cast a Silencing Charm.
“Hopefully they’ll be done before the real estate agent and the appraiser get here,” Harry smirked.
Ginny got Hermione and Ron to accompany her and Harry to the lake. Hermione’s two piece was rather modest, until Ginny charmed it into one that matched her own very skimpy one.
“Ginny!” Hermione squealed, her hands covering her breasts and crotch.
“You look great, Hermione,” Harry said. “Doesn’t she, Ron?”
“Er, yeah, sure she does,” he mumbled. “Ginny, you don’t have a shred of modesty in you, do you know that!”
“Harry never complains,” she said. “Come on, Hermione, just cast a Warming Charm.” The two went into the water and began splashing and squealing.
“You’re a lucky bloke, Ron,” Harry said, eyeing the two lovely witches appreciatively.
“I know.”
“Umm, a return compliment might be nice, Ron,” Harry groused.
“Gah, don’t make me gag, Harry! That’s my sister I’d be talking about!”
The girls came out, laughing and covered with goosebumps. Ginny immediately sat in Harry’s lap, straddle his hips and wrapped a large towel around them.
“I know a great way to warm up, Harry!” She said, as she started grinding her hips onto his.
“Don’t you two ever stop?” Ron complained.
“Who was it who ran off to shag right after breakfast this morning, Ronald Weasley?” Ginny smirked. “Answer me that!”
The Sheriff showed up with the attorney, real estate agent and appraiser. Dan, Emma and Hermione signed several more documents, basically turning the house over to the law firm until it was sold.
“Under Mr. Granger’s will,” the attorney told them, “You, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and your daughter will each get a ten percent share of the sale price. The rest will go to the local preservation society to help maintain some of the historical properties in the area.”
The appraiser looked over his check list. “With all the amenities in this house, it’s easily worth half a million dollars. Actually probably closer to three-quarters.”
“I already have at least two interested buyers,” the real estate agent told them. “There will be more and they’ll bid the price up on each other. It could go for over a million.”
They all could see the commission numbers shining in her eyes.
“I assume we can spend the night?” Dan asked the attorney.
“The law firm said you’re welcome to stay for as long as necessary to remove your brother’s effects.”
“I doubt if I’d have any buyers out here until next weekend,” the real estate agent added. “So I have no problems with you staying.”
The three professionals left, leaving the Sheriff with the Grangers, Harry, Ron and Ginny.
“Like to stay for dinner, Sheriff?” Ginny asked with a smile. “Help us drink up some more of the wine?”
“Let me radio in to the office that I’m off duty for tonight.”
Dinner was very pleasant, the Sheriff had many stories about Henry.
“How did Sam explain what happened when he first reported my brother’s death?” Dan asked.
“Well, Sam always kept a boat on the lake, and he let Henry use it anytime he wanted, whether Sam was around or not. So, he said he didn’t think much about it when it was missing, but claimed he saw it drifting and got another neighbor to row him out to it. They found Henry then. He had actually rowed ashore and pushed the boat back out into the lake.”
“What sort of sentence is he looking at?” Emma asked.
“It’s unlikely he’ll leave prison while he’s still alive,” the Sheriff said. “He’s looking at a good twenty-five years. God knows what his boys are going to do when they get out. Sam at least was a guide when he was sober. They’re both useless as tits on a bull. Oh, pardon me, ladies. Must be the wine.”
Harry and Ron helped the Sheriff haul the beer up and put it in his SUV. He also took the case of Bourbon and the case of rum.
“Now, as long as one of my deputies doesn’t pull me over for DWI, I’ll see you all later.”
Harry and Ginny headed right for the hot tub. Ron and Hermione came a little later, with her parents. Dan and Emma dropped their robes with nary a blush. Hermione took a deep breath, dropped hers and ignoring Harry’s whistle, sedately entered the pool. Ron turned his back, dropped his robe and backed into the pool.
Ginny whistled this time, snickering, “Nice bum, Ron.”
Harry scooted over next to Hermione again, putting his arm around her waist.
“See, wasn’t that easy? You know, Ginny and I are going to put one of these into the house we’re building in Godric’s Hollow. You’ll be welcome anytime.” He then squeezed her left cheek.
Hermione squealed. “Harry Potter! If...if you squeeze my bum one more time, Ginny will need someone else to father your children.”
Harry laughed and scooted back to Ginny, putting her in his lap and kissing her deeply.
After another tremendous shag that night, Ginny was kissing Harry’s chest and sucking on his nipples, making him groan with pleasure.
“I’m so glad we had this time together, Harry, even with all the problems,” she murmured. “Gods, I love you.”
He stroked her back, pulling her up and kissing her. “I almost wish we could afford to buy this place.”
“Well, at least we’ll have a hot tub,” she smiled, nestling into him. “I think Hermione is finally starting to unwind a bit. She hardly blushed at all getting out of the tub.”
“Now, if she can only convince your brother,” Harry sighed.
Hermione was sitting on top of Ron, her head thrown back in orgasmic bliss as he thrust up into her, filling her completely.
She looked down on him, squeezing him tightly inside her.
“So, should we get a hot tub, too?” she asked., still moving on him.
“Well, Harry and Ginny would expect to be able to use it, too. I’m not sure I like him squeezing your bum when you’re naked.”
“That should be my decision, Ron,” she said softly. “I know I’m really uptight sometimes, but Harry and Ginny help me loosen up a bit with all their, well, naughty ways. We are twenty-three, Ron. We don’t have to act like teenagers hiding the fact that we’re a couple and that we’re shagging. We are married, after all.”
“So you’re telling me that you want me to squeeze Ginny’s bum?”
“I’d rather that you remain able to father children.” She laughed. “I’ve asked him to stop. I know he means no harm and is only teasing, but, well, I am your wife. But, well, simply being naked in a hot tub is not quite the same. You have a nice body, Ron. You should be proud of it. And I wish my body was as gorgeous as your sister’s.”
“It is, in it’s own way,” Ron said, pulling her down for a kiss. “So, if we get a hot tub, we should simply invite all the family over for a nice naked swim?”
“We can wear suits,” she said. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t like to see Fleur in the all together?”
“That’s unfair,” Ron moped. He still got flustered and tongue-tied around Fleur.
“We don’t have to get one,” she said, finally slipping off him and snuggling into his shoulder. “Let Harry and Ginny do it, and they can set the rules.”
They all spent the next day helping the Grangers pack up various items of Henry’s. They had wine with both lunch and dinner and in the hot tub.
After another night of wild, noisy sex, they had breakfast and then packed up their SUVs. As they were finishing, Sheriff Taylor drove up.
“Well, I’m gonna miss you all, especially you, Miz Potter,” he said with a smile.
“Why me in particular, Andy?”
“There hasn’t been a woman around here that’s fills a bikini like you do since I don’t know when. Oh, Sarah, the real estate agent said the bidding on the cabin is already up to 800,000 dollars, and that’s sight unseen.”
Ginny blushed just a bit, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Sheriff Taylor’s cheek.
“You’re a real teddy bear, too, Sheriff.”
He gave her an odd look, then wished them all a safe trip and got back in his SUV and drove away. As he was driving away, the Cleavers walked up.
“It’s been a real pleasure,” June said. “Despite all the grief. Harry, Ginny, you two just keep loving each other like you do now and you’ll last longer than me and Ward.”
“Ginny may, but Harry never will,” Ron whispered to Hermione, who blushed, giggled and smacked his arm.
“It’s very kind of you and Ginny, Harry, to ship all these crates home for us,” Dan said.
“The Ministry is paying for it,” Harry said. “I’m claiming it’s all research materials.”
Hermione looked scandalized.
“You aren’t! Tell me you aren’t, Harry Potter!”:
“Of course not,” Harry said. “Ginny and I have plenty of money.”
“I do, too, you know,” Hermione said.
“Not yet, dear,” Emma said. “It will be several weeks before the money is transferred from San Francisco to London. Harry, Dan and I aren’t poor.”
“Let me make myself feel all good and noble,” Harry laughed. “It gets me laid more.”
Ginny smacked him and so did Ron.
The Grangers drove off with Ron and Hermione. Harry and Ginny hugged and kissed and took a final look at the cabin and the beautiful lake.
“I think this will always be my favorite holiday,” Ginny sighed.
They got in the SUV and started down the road. Suddenly, Ginny shouted, “Stop!”:
Harry did and Ginny hopped out and walked over to the Sasquatch that was standing just off the road.
“Thank you,” she said, actually hugging the creature.
It snorted and grunted and stroked her hair. Ginny pulled a few strands of her long red tresses from her scalp and placed them in its hand.
“For you, my big teddy bear.” The Sasquatch grunted and turned and walked away.
Ginny got back in the SUV, Harry was just staring open-mouthed.
“Ginny! It...it could have hurt you! Killed you!”
“Oh, Harry, he wouldn’t do anything of the sort,” she said. “He’s not some mindless beast. He’s intelligent and he knew I was his friend He saved my life, Harry, just like I saved his.”
Harry sighed, shook his head and kissed her.
“You’re beautiful,” he smiled. “Really foolish and reckless at times, but really beautiful.”
As they crested the hill, Harry took one last look at the lake in the rearview mirror, the setting sun reflecting off its surface. He told Ginny to look out the back window. She did and gasped.
“It’s like gold,” she said.
“Sounds like a line from the cheesy movie we watched in the hotel in San Francisco. You know, when the old miner said, ‘Thar’s gold in them thar hills.!”