FIC - THIRTY (2011) Part II
Title: Thirty
Author: pettybureaucrat
Prompt: 2011
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, lots of it. Mentions of past infidelities
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling
Ginny went to the Minister of Magic’s suite, chatted with Hillary a little bit until Harry emerged from Kingsley’s office. Ginny ran into his arms and kissed him deeply, making him blush a little, Kingsley snicker, and Hillary heave a little sigh. She was still very, very fond of Harry and had slept with him often during his earlier splits from Ginny.
“Happy Birthday, Ginny,” Kingsley told her, bending down and kissing her proffered cheek. “Sorry I can’t make your party, but, well, duty calls.”
During lunch, Ginny told Harry about her discussions with Romilda and Hermione and asked his opinion on how she should approach Peter and Alexander.
“An affair with Pansy, eh?” Harry grinned. “Well, her face was never all that much to look at, but she had the best rack of any witch in the school and a really, really slinky bum. I guess I would have done her, provided I could have put a bag over her head!”
“Oh, she was slinky and stacked, was she, Potter?” Ginny said, trying her best to sound angry. “Humph! Maybe I’ll continue my birthday celebration with Oliver!”
Harry pulled her to him, right there in the restaurant, and kissed her long and hard.
“Harry! We’re in public!” she said, blushing deeply.
“We’re married,” he laughed. “Maybe I’ll take Hermione up on her offer, since she doesn’t mind public displays that much anymore!”
“Any public displays will be directed towards me, thank you very much, Mr. Potter,” Ginny growled, kissing him again.
They got home and went immediately to the bedroom. While Harry was in the loo, Ginny stripped and laid on her stomach. When Harry emerged, also naked and very, very hard, she looked at him with her sparkling brown eyes and waggled her shapely, sexy arse at him seductively.
“Maybe later,” Harry said, kissing and nipping her pale, freckled cheeks a few times. “But, no, right now, I want to look into your eyes as I fuck that tight, hot little box of yours and..., MERLIN’S BALLS, Gin!”
“Like it?” she cooed, stroking her smooth, hairless quim.
Harry didn’t say a word and simply plunged his mouth onto her pussy, licking and nipping at her with abandon.
After some ten minutes, as she was nearing her third orgasm from Harry’s talented tongue, Ginny pulled his hair hard and lifted his face, demanding breathlessly, “If you don’t fuck me this instant, Harry, I’m going to leave you and go shack up with McLaggen!”
Harry happily complied, thrusting himself into her depths with a moan of delight. Ginny groaned with satisfaction as Harry’s hard, long cock forced her walls apart and began stroking them with an expertise that always left her gasping for more.
She came almost immediately, then wrapping her arms and legs around Harry’s strong body, she pulled herself up onto him as hard and fast as she could move her hips.
Harry panted with lust, thanking every god he knew that this incredible witch was his wife and that her amazing body was his alone to play with now. As sensual and pleasing as many of the other witches he had shagged during his life had been, none of them ever gave him the total sexual satisfaction - no, absolute ecstasy - that shagging Ginny did - not Padma, not Angelina, not even Luna. Ginny’s body was just so perfect, it seemed made just for him. She was still so tight and her body responded to his every thrust and touch.
“You’re still the most fantastic fuck in the whole damn Wizarding world, Gin,” he panted, kissing her hard as he continued moving inside her, speeding up as his own peak approached.
“I’m...I’m happy a flabby, old Quidditch tramp like me can still please such a handsome, virile, randy stud like you, Harry Potter,” she moaned, her own release close.
They came simultaneously, both crying loudly as their orgasms rocked them. Ginny’s lithe, nubile body shuddered with passion as Harry’s muscular, wiry frame shivered with orgasmic delight as he pushed himself into her to the hilt and came, shouting her name.
They enjoyed shag number twelve just before dinner, which was at home, Harry fixing her favorite pasta sauce and the two of them getting silly drunk on cheap, red wine like they often had their first summer together after Ginny left Hogwarts. A wonderful shag on the Quintaped rug by the fireplace in the den followed, and afterwards, they fell asleep right on the floor.
They were both a little stiff when they woke up the next morning, but Harry’s other present helped with that. He took her to what they called their gym, which really only had a treadmill and some weights. Ginny gasped as she saw the amazing Muggle universal exercise machine.
“Harry!” she cried, kissing him. “When did you get this?”
“I took an hour from the meeting yesterday, rented a van, bought it, shrunk it, and brought it here,” he said. “Now, you can tighten that flabby bum you’re so worried about.”
“Oh, so I have a flabby bum, do I, Mr. Potter?” she growled. “Well, perhaps I’ll find someone else to fondle it, someone not quite so fussy!”
Harry grabbed her and kissed her soundly, fondling her shapely, firm arse forcefully.
“I think not, wench. I’ll exercise with you on the weekends. I do have the advantage of a gym at the office, even though I don’t get there but twice a week or so. The first year trainees all kick my arse these days.”
“I’ll kick it, too!” Ginny smiled. “I’m sorry I’ve let myself go to seed, Harry.”
He kissed her again, hugging her tightly and telling her lovingly, “You’ve done no such thing, Gin. Come on, you’ve had three kids and fly a desk. As I said, I’ll workout with you. Remember how amazing the sex was when we were both exercising so much?”
Ginny shivered at the erotic memories. In their early twenties, what with her Quidditch career and Harry’s Auror training, they could sometimes shag for over an hour. Now, ten or fifteen minutes was a outstanding shag, not that Ginny had any complaints about Harry’s virility.
“I love you,” she murmured, kissing him with all the love she could muster.
They managed two additional shags before the party that night. Ginny kept slapping Harry’s hands off her arse during the party as well, much to everyone’s entertainment, except Ron’s, of course.
There were lots of old Hogwarts friends, Harry wanted Ginny to have the best party possible.
There were blushes and embarrassing stories galore, and as more alcohol was consumed even more ribald tales of past liaisons came out. A surprisingly large number of people at the party had slept with each other at some point in their lives.
Ginny hugged Luna as she Flooed in and pulled her into her home office.
“Ah, sex?” Luna grinned, giving the redhead a kiss and pulling her towards the couch.
Ginny sighed, kissed Luna back, then said, “Luna, we can’t, I can’t, I’m sorry. We need to find you a good man.”
She and Luna had been lovers at school and for several years thereafter. She had finally, but very sadly, broken off their sexual relationship after James was born. Harry had stopped having intercourse with Luna once he married Ginny, but told the two of them that if they needed the occasional release with each other that he wouldn’t stop them.
“Most of them are taken,” Luna sighed. “What’s up?”
“I want to use The Quibbler’s syndication service. What do I need to do?”
“Come see me anytime and we’ll do the paperwork. Make love to me and I’ll give you a sixty percent royalty!” Luna offered hopefully.
“Maybe one day, I will, again,” Ginny said, hugging her friend.
She and Luna had been very intense lovers for a short period of time during their sixth year. Since then, Luna had had a number of male lovers in addition to Harry, but he had always been her favorite and she still loved him deeply. Ginny knew it, Harry knew it, too. In return, they both loved her very, very much. They simply couldn’t be a threesome anymore, though, as amazingly erotic as that arrangement had been in their late teens and early twenties.
Luna never stayed unhappy long, though, and was soon gaily chatting with old friends. Dennis Creevey was still single and Luna eyed him hungrily. He was wary around the eccentric Ravenclaw, but ended up going home with her that night.
Ginny was chatting with Seamus and Lavender, who was pregnant with their second child, talking about her upcoming review.
“Then Hermione, if you can believe it, suggested the ploy of Harry having shagged Pansy during one of our splits,” she snickered. “I can’t wait to see Alexander’s face when I bring that up!”
“Pansy was a right nice shag, she were, tha’s the truth!” Seamus said.
“Seamus!” Ginny gasped. “You’re not saying that you and Pansy...”
Lavender made a face at him, but Seamus said, “We did, Ginny, I swear it. I crashed a party tha’ she was at, must a been eight, nine years ago. We were both drunker’n lords, an’ she says, ‘You’ve got some balls coming here, Finnigan,’ and then I says ‘An’ you should see the cock that goes with ‘em.’”
Ginny looked at Lavender who was doing her best not to laugh.
“So, th’ next I know,” Seamus continued, “she’s hauled me upstairs to a bedroom, vanished our clothes an’ is ridin’ me like a demented Yank cowgirl. Things got pretty hazy after tha’, but it were her I woke up next ta, th’ next mornin’! She screeched like a Banshee, she did. She tried to pretend nothin’ happened, but the, ahh, evidence of our amorous activities were pretty obvious.”
“What my soon-to-be ex-husband means,” Lavender smirked, “was that Pansy’s thighs were ‘streaked with me cum,’ is how he told me about it the next day.”
“Lav smacked me upside me head - a lot - but I deserved it. Hell, someone even left a movin’ photo of us goin’ at it! I think we did it three times, I’m just not sure,” Seamus confessed.
Ginny was still chuckling over this, wondering if she should use it during her review when someone called on the Floo and asked to come over.
“Romilda?” Ginny said. “Well, sure!”
Romilda Flooed in, to the surprise of all present, particularly Harry. He had never really trusted Romilda since she had tried to foist a love potion off on him during his sixth year. However, he was grateful for her helping Ginny, and after some initial awkwardness, they were chatting amiably.
“I thought Ginny told me you were seducing someone tonight,” Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“He didn’t show,” Romilda griped. “Can I seduce you, instead?” Harry laughed nervously.
Ginny dragged her over to Lavender and Seamus and had him repeat the story of his drunken debauch with Pansy.
“Do you still have the photo?”
Seamus blushed and looked sheepishly at Lavender.
“Er, umm, yeah, I do. Sorry, Lav.”
Romilda squealed like a schoolgirl and actually gave the handsome Irishman a hot, deep kiss.
“Back off, you...you hussy,” Lavender growled, but with a smile. Ginny smiled too, after all, it wasn’t as if Seamus hadn’t kissed all three of them before. Actually, he had shagged all three of them.
Ginny looked around the room, blushing just slightly at seeing so many men that she had made love to - Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ernie, Michael, Dennis, Oliver. All had been lovers of hers at some time in her life.
Looking around at the women, Ginny realized that Harry had bedded most of them at some point as well. Lavender, Padma, Parvati, Cho, Alicia, Angelina, Katie, even Hannah a couple of times. Of course, Ginny had made love to several of the women herself.
It was actually Hannah and Neville who had engineered her and Harry’s reconciliation after their bitter breakup in early 2001, when they both descended into unhealthy, even dangerous, sexual practices, trying to see how much they could hurt the other. Their friends had maneuvered them into a room at the Leaky Cauldron, taken their wands, locked the doors and made them stay until they had worked out their issues. It had worked and they had reconciled, and although there was one more breakup a year later, it was nowhere near as prolonged or nasty.
Ginny noticed her brother, Charlie, was eyeing Romilda. She couldn’t blame him, she was a very attractive witch.
“Romilda,” she said, dragging the tall brunette away from Seamus and Lavender, “I don’t think you’ve ever met my brother, Charlie. Charlie, this is Romilda Vane. She works with me at the Prophet. She took over Rita’s column. My brother’s a dragon keeper, Romilda. So, anything you want to know about dragons, he’s your source. Oh, be right back.”
“Dragons?” Romilda smiled, giving the muscular, handsome Weasley a thorough once over. “That sounds really exciting. Tell me more,” she cooed, walking him into the kitchen with her.
Half an hour later, Harry was able to report to Ginny, who was chatting with Ron, Hermione, George and Angelina, that he had spotted Charlie and Romilda in the kitchen pantry, snogging furiously, his hands under her skirt and obviously in her knickers.
“Good for him!” Ginny laughed. “Hermione, did you know Seamus claims he actually DID shag Pansy?”
“Even better,” Hermione smiled. “Be sure to tell Romilda - if you can separate her from Charlie!”
Everyone but Ron laughed. Hermione elbowed him, snickering, “Come on, Ron. It’s not as if you wanted to snog her! So, how much more since Friday morning, Ginny?”
Ginny smirked at her sister-in-law, then looked directly at Ron.
“Five more! Fifteen total! And I’m sure there will be at least a couple more before the kids get home tomorrow!”
“Fifteen what, Gin?” George asked.
“Shags, what do you think?”
“Good man, Harry,” George said, slapping his back. “The old Weasley Wood Stiffener worked, eh?”
“Like a charm,” Harry smiled.
“Wood Stiffener?” Ginny asked.
“That wood,” Harry said, ducking his chin towards his crotch.
“Oh, THAT wood,” Ginny squealed. “Thank you, George. Does he test it with you, Angie?”
“All the time,” the lovely black witch replied.
“Oh, stop it, all of you!” Ron said, blushing furiously. “I don’t need any ‘artificial’ ingredients with my Muggle-born honey bun.”
“You sure?” Hermione teased, licking her husband’s ear and making him flush scarlet.
A little later, Kreacher, who was there to help with the party approached Harry and told him nervously, “Master Harry, ahh, Mistress Ginny’s brother is in the first guest room.”
“By himself?”
“Er, no,” Kreacher mumbled. “He has tall, black-haired witch with him. I think they are, well, that they are...”
“Say no more, Kreacher,” Harry laughed. “Plan on them being here for breakfast. Thank you for all your help tonight. Did you enjoy your visit to Hogwarts?” Harry had sent Kreacher there so he and Ginny could be totally alone.
“Very much, thank you, Good Master Harry,” Kreacher said. “Shagging, that’s what they are doing. Yes, shagging,” the ancient elf muttered, walking back into the kitchen.
Harry told Ginny and she smiled happily. “Well, I hardly think they’ll get married, but Charlie needs someone, especially now that he’s back in England after all these years.”
Charlie had finally left the dragon preserve in Romania and become caretaker-in-chief at the small Welsh Green preserve near Holyhead.
The party finally ended, all the guests Flooing home, except Seamus and Lavender, who, because of her condition, asked if they could spend the night.
“Of course,” Ginny smiled, hugging the lovely blond and kissing her still-maimed cheek. The scars from Fenrir’s attack at Hogwarts had faded some, but they would never be gone. It made no difference, Lavender had an inner beauty that all her friends had come to appreciate.
“Boy or girl?” Ginny asked.
“We’re letting it be a surprise,” Lavender said. “I’d like a girl, but it doesn’t really matter. Brian says he’d like a little sister so he can ‘watch out for her.’ It’s so cute.” Brian was their five-year-old son.
Once they were in bed, Harry asked, “Well, up for another, Mrs. Potter?”
“As long as you are,” she grinned, pushing him onto his back. Her lips encircled his already hard cock, her tongue teasing the head, then licking up the underside and making him shiver and moan.
Ginny lavished her most fervent attention on her husband’s marvelous ‘wood,’ and when he was squeezing the linens in his hands, she finally knelt over him, grasping his cock in one hand and rubbing the head between her tumid lips.
“What do you want, now?” she breathed huskily.
“For you to fuck me like a one Knut whore!”
She smiled and slowly worked the bulbous head inside her swollen labia, then keeping her eyes locked with his, slowly let herself sink onto his length, mewing and whimpering as she felt her body separate along his warm, hard shaft. Harry shivered with lust as he watched himself disappear inch-by-inch into his wife’s incredibly tight, sexy, hairless slit.
She settled onto him completely, sighing, then still looking into his eyes, tightened herself around him and slowly pulled her hot, slippery channel up along his throbbing cock.
“You...you’re killing me, Gin,” Harry whined. “I won’t last.”
“It’s alright,” she murmured, sinking slowly onto him again. “This time is for your pleasure, Harry. Come whenever you want.”
He managed to hold on until he felt her tighten around him, her back arching in orgasm. He grabbed her hips, and bouncing her up and down his shaft a couple of times, exploded into her, crying, “Gin, Gin, Ginny! Gods! My Ginny!”
She laid down on his chest, her long, soft, bright red hair flowing off it, her tingling pussy still massaging his softening prick, and whispered, “I love you so, so much, Harry Potter.”
When they awoke the next morning, Harry caressed her naked quim, telling her, “Getting a little scratchy, you know.”
She made a face and smacked his hand.
“Berk!” she smiled. “Do want me to grow it back?”
“Wait until after the beach party. I want to see everyone’s reaction, especially Ron’s!”
The end of summer beach party at Bill and Fleur’s Shell Cottage had become a tradition. And after a fair amount of alcohol, the bathers usually discarded their suits, even Hermione, but not Ron. The children all ran around naked all day anyway. Ginny hadn’t displayed a bald snatch since the summer before the World Cup.
“I’ll keep it nice and smooth, just for you,” she promised as she guided him to her entrance.
“Again?”
“Run out of Weasley Wood Stiffener?” she smirked.
“You’re all the Weasley I need to get stiff, don’t worry, you redheaded houri,” he said, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her as he slowly pushed his length inside her.
“Charlie, breakfast!” Ginny called, pounding on the guest room door an hour or so later.
“Er, be down if a bit, sis,” Charlie mumbled.
“Romilda, do you have any preferences?” Ginny asked.
“I like Weasley pork sword,” she heard Romilda answer. “Can we have half an hour?”
“Romilda!” she heard Charlie gasp. “Don’t, I need to, let me wash..., oh, gods, Romilda!”
Ginny walked away, laughing and shaking her head. She now foresaw her and Romilda becoming good buddies. Charlie was such an easy target to rag on.
When the couple finally made it down to the kitchen, Charlie was blushing furiously as Romilda hung on his arm and nibbled his earlobe. Ginny and Lavender broke down into giggles, as Harry merely arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Had a good night, did you, Charlie?”
Harry and Ginny managed one more shag before the afternoon family party. They were bathed and refreshed when her family, including the still-blushing Charlie, began to Floo in.
“So, when’s the wedding?” Ginny inquired.
“She...she wants me to stay with her again tonight!” Charlie mumbled. “Gin, she...she’s unreal. But, I’m ten years older than her!”
Ginny was sure Romilda had slept with guys much older than that, but merely said, “I’m sure that’s not a problem with her, Charlie. Enjoy yourself. She’s very well experienced, I won’t lie to you, but I think she really likes you.”
Then her children were running out of the Floo, followed by her parents, Andromeda, Teddy, and Bill and Fleur and their family.
“Mummy! Mum!” they all shouted, running to her and babbling nonstop. Ginny cried she was so happy.
As the party moved along, she had a chance to talk and bond with each of her children. When she got to Lily, her beautiful daughter handed her a hand-made heart that said ‘Happy Birthday to the World’s Best Mum!’
“It’s beautiful, Lily,” Ginny sniffled, kissing her daughter’s cheek and hugging her tightly.
“What did you and Daddy do all by yourselfs?” she asked.
“Oh, grownup things, you know. Hugged, held hands, kissed.”
“Did you kiss a lot?” Lily asked, wide-eyed.
“Well, yes, of course,” Ginny smiled. “You do that when you’re in love with someone. When you’re much older, Lily, you’ll know what it’s like, what it means to love someone.”
“Like Gramma loves me? And Grampa?”
“Sort of, but, it will be different when you find a boy you like,” her mother told her.
“So kissing a boy means you like them?” Lily asked.
“Well, yes, usually,” Ginny answered, wondering what Lily meant. “Not like I kiss your uncles or your Grandfather, but, yes, kissing means you like someone.”
“Oh, I guess Victoire really likes Teddy then!”
Molly had told her that Andromeda had Flooed to the Burrow with the boys, then Bill and Fleur had arrived with their family as well, to help her with the cake and other food.
“Why do you say that, Lily?”
“Well, when I had to go potty,” Lily continued, “I went by Unca Percy’s old room and Teddy and Victoire were kissing. I thought he was hurting her, cause she was making a lot of funny noises.”
Ginny blushed as Lily rambled on, “And...and then, they stuck their tongues in each other’s mouff! And then, Victoire pushed Teddy against the wall and rubbed on him and he started moaning and then they saw me and told me to go away and...”
“Say no more, darling,” Ginny said. “Harry!”
“Yes, luv,” he said, coming over and hugging his wife.
“Have you had ‘the Talk’ with Teddy yet?”
“Er, well, sort of,” Harry blushed. “Why?”
She told him what Lily had said and Harry couldn’t help chuckling.
“He sounds more like Sirius than Remus, if the stories are true. I’ll talk with him again, never fear. Ah, you might let Fleur know. Victoire is a Veela, not a Weasley.”
Ginny knew what Harry meant. Dominique and Louis were Weasleys, red hair, brown and blue eyes, freckles. Victoire looked like a miniature Fleur, or actually, Gabrielle. Silvery blond hair, pale blue eyes, flawless, almost translucent ivory skin, and a presence. She was only eleven, but she already knew how to use her beauty.
The party ended, they finally got the children settled. Harry and Ginny relaxed in their bed, hugging and kissing.
“One more?” Harry inquired.
“As many as you can give me,” Ginny smiled, spreading her legs and pulling Harry onto her. “This has been the most wonderful time of my life, Harry. I swear, even better than the honeymoon. I so hope we can do it again sometime.”
Harry smiled as he thrust himself inside Ginny’s still so-tight sheath. He just couldn’t believe she was still this tight.
“I swear, we will,” he said, kissing her deeply. “Now, no more talk...”
The morning routine kicked back in. The kids burst into Harry and Ginny’s bedroom and jumped on the bed. They made sure the covers were tight around them since they were both still naked. It was one thing being naked at the beach and talking generally about why boys and girls looked different, but they did not want their children growing up too quickly. Seeing their parents naked in bed would lead to many other questions, the answers to which the children were still much too young to hear.
They finally chased them out, dressed themselves, dressed and fed the children, then delivered them to their various caregivers. Andromeda was happy to watch the boys, since Teddy, who spent a lot of time at the Godric’s Hollow house, was still home from school. Molly was always delighted to see Lily, especially as she and Rose - who she also watched regularly - were growing up as such good friends, almost like Ginny and Hermione had done.
Ginny stopped by the mailroom at The Daily Prophet and asked Jimmy and his assistant to count her letters, then write down the number and sign it. He was confused, but he would do anything for Ginny.
“Thank you both, so much,” she smiled, giving them both a kiss on the cheek.
She stopped by Romilda’s office, found the brunette leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed, a very satisfied smile on her lips as she softly caressed her pussy through her robes.
“He was that good?” Ginny asked, startling her so much she almost fell out of her chair.
“Oh, GODS! Ginny!” Romilda blushed. “Er, yeah, one of the very, very best I’ve ever had. Talk about stamina! Ready for your review?”
“Jimmy and Freddy counted the letters,” she said. “There were twenty-eight this morning. Jimmy says I sometimes get a dozen more in the afternoon mail.”
“You should have him by the balls, Ginny,” Romilda smiled. “Don’t let go until you get what you want. Do you have any problem with me shagging your brother?”
“Not a bit,” Ginny said. “Better him than Harry. I think you intimidate him, though. He has problems with aggressive women.”
“Yes, you’re such a shy, retiring type, aren’t you,” Romilda snickered.
A couple hours later, Peter called her into his office.
“Two more complaints, Potter,” he said, tossing the letters on his desk. “Now, let’s talk pay cuts here. Of course, there’s a way to prevent that.”
“No, let’s go talk about this with Alexander,” Ginny said. “I think he’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
“He’ll back me, you’re wasting your time,” Peter replied, a worried frown creasing his forehead.
“We’ll see,” Ginny said, keeping her temper under control. “My contract says I can negotiate directly with the Managing Editor, so let’s go.”
Peter reluctantly followed her to Alexander’s office. Alexander didn’t actually need to work, of course, but his position gave him a great deal of control over what kind of news and articles appeared in the paper, and he enjoyed the feeling of power. He made sure that the Prophet endorsed the pureblood position on various issues as much as possible.
The Parkinson patriarch didn’t like getting involved in personnel matters, but Ginny insisted on her rights under her contract.
Peter presented his case, showing his uncle the two letters.
“This is all she gets anymore, complaints. She was never that good a writer. She always relied on her name, her husband’s name, actually.”
“Here’s a signed statement from the mailroom staff stating that I had twenty-eight letters this morning,” Ginny said, tossing it on the desk. “Where are the other twenty-six, Peter?”
“You had no such thing,” Peter snapped. “They’re lying. I’m going to fire their asses as soon as I’m done with you.”
“I’ve had twenty or more letters every day since long before you took over, Peter, you lying bastard,” Ginny finally exploded. “You’ve been holding back my mail. That’s illegal, you know. I could have your arse thrown into jail.”
“Now, just a minute,” Alexander interrupted. “Peter? Is this true?”
“Of course not, Uncle Alex,” Peter said, not meeting his uncle’s eyes. “She’s made it up. She’s just trying to save her job by bad mouthing me.”
“Romilda has proof you withheld her mail,” Ginny told them. “And, of course, the proof that you coerced her into having sex with you. Just like you’ve been hinting you want with me!”
Alexander reddened. He was head of a large, prosperous, ancient pureblood clan, with a couple hundred family members. He was arrogant, ambitious, and intolerant, but had managed to steer clear of any involvement with the Death Eaters during Voldemort’s time, at least to any major extent. He disliked Muggle-borns and Halfbloods, but the law said they were equals now and he dealt with it. Ginny Potter, however, was from a pureblood family as ancient as his own. He had no reason to doubt her veracity simply on his nephew’s say so. Despite his wealth and haughtiness, he had a deep sense of honor.
“Tell me this isn’t so, Peter,” he said, glaring at his nephew.
“It isn’t, of course, it isn’t,” Peter whined. “I’d never cheat on Yvette!”
“Liar,” Ginny shouted, not willing to let up. “Ask Mitzi if you don’t believe me, Mr. Parkinson.”
Peter knew Mitzi would sing like a canary under his uncle’s interrogation.
“A secretary?” Alexander scoffed. “Hardly a reliable witness. Still, Peter, this is a serious accusation.”
“Alright, Uncle Alex,” Peter sniveled, “she gets fan mail, but it’s only because of her name.”
“Mrs. Potter, what do you want?” Alexander asked.
Ginny was ready to just give in and get her old privileges back, but after a moment’s reflection, knew it was time to teach the Parkinsons, and by inference, all the old pureblood families, that a new day was upon them here in Britain.
“My name is what makes me who I am,” Ginny said. “I’m a Potter, but I’m a Weasley, too. My family is just as old and pureblooded as yours, and so is Harry’s! The big difference is we were always truthful and upfront in our dealings with everyone. I wonder what the von Schattenbourgs will say when the truth comes out about Pansy?”
The von Schattenbourgs traced their bloodline back to prehistory, or so they claimed. They were the purest of purebloods.
“What do you mean?” Alexander asked.
“Well, I’ve just recently discovered that Pansy had a sexual liaison with a classmate of my husband’s from Hogwarts.”
“Everyone knows of her, well, indiscretions with the young Draco Malfoy,” Alexander spouted. “The von Schattenbourgs are not overly concerned. Virginity is hardly a requirement for marriage any more.”
“I don’t mean Draco,” Ginny smiled. “I mean Seamus Finnigan.”
Alexander blanched. “That...that Halfbood mongrel? She’d never...”
“He has a photo,” Ginny smiled. “Actually, Romilda has it now.” Ginny was bluffing, although Seamus had promised that Romilda could have the picture if Ginny said she needed it to keep her job.
Alexander knew he had to cut his losses. He knew the Weasley family well enough to know that Ginny would not hesitate to make this information public. The failure of this marriage could ruin his family, both their reputation and their finances. He had money, but the von Schattenbourgs had titles and influence, which he planned to use to his best advantage. The engagement and wedding had been announced. He had already paid them half of Pansy’s extremely large dowry.
“What do you really want, Mrs. Potter?”
“Front row seats in all the stadium pressboxes, half a dozen complimentary seats in the stadium for friends, a full per diem, overseas games at least ten times a year, another two weeks of vacation, and a fifty percent raise should do to start,” Ginny smiled. “Oh, yes, and a corner office.”
“They’re all full!” Peter said. “My uncle’s, the Editor-in-Chief’s, Romilda’s and mine.”
“I’ll take yours, then, Peter,” Ginny smiled again. “Please have your stuff out by the end of the day. I’ll need the room for all my writing awards. You’ve seen fit to overlook them in all this.”
It was true. Ginny had won ‘Sportswriter of the Year,’ but Peter had buried the announcement, literally, on the obituaries page. He didn’t even let the rest of the features staff throw her a party at the office.
“What?” Alexander said, glaring at his nephew. “Peter, this is not proper behavior for a Parkinson! Requiring the best from an employee is good management, but you’ve resorted to lies and deceits to try and make Mrs. Potter appear to be a poor performer. I can’t believe you’ve used such underhanded, ungentlemanly methods, especially against another pureblood.”
Ginny was going to say her blood made no difference to her, but was enjoying watching Peter being reamed by his uncle too much to interrupt.
“It’s only to save the family name that I don’t tell Yvette of your...your despicable behavior,” Alexander roared. “You’re lucky I don’t let that Vane woman sue you for sexual harassment. Our family does not operate with such low moral principles. You’re fired, Peter. I’ll have to find some other place to employ you. I apologize to you, Mrs. Potter. I had no idea my nephew was such a...a...”
“Bastard?” Ginny supplied helpfully. “Actually, I don’t want him fired, if you don’t mind. Since he’s so enjoyed picking up my mail, perhaps he can assist in the mailroom?”
“But, there’s already someone there,” Alexander said.
“Well, promote Jimmy to be features editor,” Ginny suggested as Peter’s face dissolved in horror. “He actually has an incredible command of the written word. You should see him do a crossword puzzle. He does the Muggle Times of London Sunday crossword with a quill!”
Alexander actually smiled.
“An excellent suggestion, Mrs. Potter,” he said. “Yes, Peter, you can be assistant to that other young man, ahh...”
“Freddy,” Ginny told him.
“Yes, Freddy. I’ll leave it up to you what to tell Yvette as to why she’ll have to use her own money to shop in Chelsea anymore, since your salary is being dramatically decreased. Remember, her dowry is hers, not yours,” Alexander reminded his crestfallen and humiliated nephew.
“You’re lucky I don’t tell my husband about your attempts to coerce me, Peter,” Ginny seethed, disgusted that a man like Peter would think that she would have ever given into threats like that. “Or, my brothers!”
Alexander actually smiled a little at that. Even he knew how protective the Weasley males were of their women, particularly their sister.
“You can go, Peter,” Alexander growled. “You may be able to redeem yourself, but it will take an awful lot of effort.”
Peter slunk out of the office.
“I can rely on your discretion in regards to this alleged photo, may I not, Mrs Potter?” Alexander stated.
“What photo, sir?” Ginny replied politely. “I’m sorry to have had to resort to such measures, but I couldn’t let someone like Peter keep me from doing something I love so much. Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll be a model employee.”
“I think you always were, Mrs. Potter,” he said with a grim smile. “I’d like to invite you to the wedding, but, well, you understand.”
“I’ve attended enough weddings in the last ten years to keep me satisfied until it’s time for my children’s, I assure you,” Ginny said, standing and going to the door. “I wish Pansy a long, happy and fruitful marriage, I truly do, Mr. Parkinson.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Potter,” he said as she left, a happy smile on her lips.
“They say life begins at thirty,” she thought. Then recalling the last few days of passion, concluded, “Yes, it certainly does!”
Author: pettybureaucrat
Prompt: 2011
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, lots of it. Mentions of past infidelities
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling
Ginny went to the Minister of Magic’s suite, chatted with Hillary a little bit until Harry emerged from Kingsley’s office. Ginny ran into his arms and kissed him deeply, making him blush a little, Kingsley snicker, and Hillary heave a little sigh. She was still very, very fond of Harry and had slept with him often during his earlier splits from Ginny.
“Happy Birthday, Ginny,” Kingsley told her, bending down and kissing her proffered cheek. “Sorry I can’t make your party, but, well, duty calls.”
During lunch, Ginny told Harry about her discussions with Romilda and Hermione and asked his opinion on how she should approach Peter and Alexander.
“An affair with Pansy, eh?” Harry grinned. “Well, her face was never all that much to look at, but she had the best rack of any witch in the school and a really, really slinky bum. I guess I would have done her, provided I could have put a bag over her head!”
“Oh, she was slinky and stacked, was she, Potter?” Ginny said, trying her best to sound angry. “Humph! Maybe I’ll continue my birthday celebration with Oliver!”
Harry pulled her to him, right there in the restaurant, and kissed her long and hard.
“Harry! We’re in public!” she said, blushing deeply.
“We’re married,” he laughed. “Maybe I’ll take Hermione up on her offer, since she doesn’t mind public displays that much anymore!”
“Any public displays will be directed towards me, thank you very much, Mr. Potter,” Ginny growled, kissing him again.
They got home and went immediately to the bedroom. While Harry was in the loo, Ginny stripped and laid on her stomach. When Harry emerged, also naked and very, very hard, she looked at him with her sparkling brown eyes and waggled her shapely, sexy arse at him seductively.
“Maybe later,” Harry said, kissing and nipping her pale, freckled cheeks a few times. “But, no, right now, I want to look into your eyes as I fuck that tight, hot little box of yours and..., MERLIN’S BALLS, Gin!”
“Like it?” she cooed, stroking her smooth, hairless quim.
Harry didn’t say a word and simply plunged his mouth onto her pussy, licking and nipping at her with abandon.
After some ten minutes, as she was nearing her third orgasm from Harry’s talented tongue, Ginny pulled his hair hard and lifted his face, demanding breathlessly, “If you don’t fuck me this instant, Harry, I’m going to leave you and go shack up with McLaggen!”
Harry happily complied, thrusting himself into her depths with a moan of delight. Ginny groaned with satisfaction as Harry’s hard, long cock forced her walls apart and began stroking them with an expertise that always left her gasping for more.
She came almost immediately, then wrapping her arms and legs around Harry’s strong body, she pulled herself up onto him as hard and fast as she could move her hips.
Harry panted with lust, thanking every god he knew that this incredible witch was his wife and that her amazing body was his alone to play with now. As sensual and pleasing as many of the other witches he had shagged during his life had been, none of them ever gave him the total sexual satisfaction - no, absolute ecstasy - that shagging Ginny did - not Padma, not Angelina, not even Luna. Ginny’s body was just so perfect, it seemed made just for him. She was still so tight and her body responded to his every thrust and touch.
“You’re still the most fantastic fuck in the whole damn Wizarding world, Gin,” he panted, kissing her hard as he continued moving inside her, speeding up as his own peak approached.
“I’m...I’m happy a flabby, old Quidditch tramp like me can still please such a handsome, virile, randy stud like you, Harry Potter,” she moaned, her own release close.
They came simultaneously, both crying loudly as their orgasms rocked them. Ginny’s lithe, nubile body shuddered with passion as Harry’s muscular, wiry frame shivered with orgasmic delight as he pushed himself into her to the hilt and came, shouting her name.
They enjoyed shag number twelve just before dinner, which was at home, Harry fixing her favorite pasta sauce and the two of them getting silly drunk on cheap, red wine like they often had their first summer together after Ginny left Hogwarts. A wonderful shag on the Quintaped rug by the fireplace in the den followed, and afterwards, they fell asleep right on the floor.
They were both a little stiff when they woke up the next morning, but Harry’s other present helped with that. He took her to what they called their gym, which really only had a treadmill and some weights. Ginny gasped as she saw the amazing Muggle universal exercise machine.
“Harry!” she cried, kissing him. “When did you get this?”
“I took an hour from the meeting yesterday, rented a van, bought it, shrunk it, and brought it here,” he said. “Now, you can tighten that flabby bum you’re so worried about.”
“Oh, so I have a flabby bum, do I, Mr. Potter?” she growled. “Well, perhaps I’ll find someone else to fondle it, someone not quite so fussy!”
Harry grabbed her and kissed her soundly, fondling her shapely, firm arse forcefully.
“I think not, wench. I’ll exercise with you on the weekends. I do have the advantage of a gym at the office, even though I don’t get there but twice a week or so. The first year trainees all kick my arse these days.”
“I’ll kick it, too!” Ginny smiled. “I’m sorry I’ve let myself go to seed, Harry.”
He kissed her again, hugging her tightly and telling her lovingly, “You’ve done no such thing, Gin. Come on, you’ve had three kids and fly a desk. As I said, I’ll workout with you. Remember how amazing the sex was when we were both exercising so much?”
Ginny shivered at the erotic memories. In their early twenties, what with her Quidditch career and Harry’s Auror training, they could sometimes shag for over an hour. Now, ten or fifteen minutes was a outstanding shag, not that Ginny had any complaints about Harry’s virility.
“I love you,” she murmured, kissing him with all the love she could muster.
They managed two additional shags before the party that night. Ginny kept slapping Harry’s hands off her arse during the party as well, much to everyone’s entertainment, except Ron’s, of course.
There were lots of old Hogwarts friends, Harry wanted Ginny to have the best party possible.
There were blushes and embarrassing stories galore, and as more alcohol was consumed even more ribald tales of past liaisons came out. A surprisingly large number of people at the party had slept with each other at some point in their lives.
Ginny hugged Luna as she Flooed in and pulled her into her home office.
“Ah, sex?” Luna grinned, giving the redhead a kiss and pulling her towards the couch.
Ginny sighed, kissed Luna back, then said, “Luna, we can’t, I can’t, I’m sorry. We need to find you a good man.”
She and Luna had been lovers at school and for several years thereafter. She had finally, but very sadly, broken off their sexual relationship after James was born. Harry had stopped having intercourse with Luna once he married Ginny, but told the two of them that if they needed the occasional release with each other that he wouldn’t stop them.
“Most of them are taken,” Luna sighed. “What’s up?”
“I want to use The Quibbler’s syndication service. What do I need to do?”
“Come see me anytime and we’ll do the paperwork. Make love to me and I’ll give you a sixty percent royalty!” Luna offered hopefully.
“Maybe one day, I will, again,” Ginny said, hugging her friend.
She and Luna had been very intense lovers for a short period of time during their sixth year. Since then, Luna had had a number of male lovers in addition to Harry, but he had always been her favorite and she still loved him deeply. Ginny knew it, Harry knew it, too. In return, they both loved her very, very much. They simply couldn’t be a threesome anymore, though, as amazingly erotic as that arrangement had been in their late teens and early twenties.
Luna never stayed unhappy long, though, and was soon gaily chatting with old friends. Dennis Creevey was still single and Luna eyed him hungrily. He was wary around the eccentric Ravenclaw, but ended up going home with her that night.
Ginny was chatting with Seamus and Lavender, who was pregnant with their second child, talking about her upcoming review.
“Then Hermione, if you can believe it, suggested the ploy of Harry having shagged Pansy during one of our splits,” she snickered. “I can’t wait to see Alexander’s face when I bring that up!”
“Pansy was a right nice shag, she were, tha’s the truth!” Seamus said.
“Seamus!” Ginny gasped. “You’re not saying that you and Pansy...”
Lavender made a face at him, but Seamus said, “We did, Ginny, I swear it. I crashed a party tha’ she was at, must a been eight, nine years ago. We were both drunker’n lords, an’ she says, ‘You’ve got some balls coming here, Finnigan,’ and then I says ‘An’ you should see the cock that goes with ‘em.’”
Ginny looked at Lavender who was doing her best not to laugh.
“So, th’ next I know,” Seamus continued, “she’s hauled me upstairs to a bedroom, vanished our clothes an’ is ridin’ me like a demented Yank cowgirl. Things got pretty hazy after tha’, but it were her I woke up next ta, th’ next mornin’! She screeched like a Banshee, she did. She tried to pretend nothin’ happened, but the, ahh, evidence of our amorous activities were pretty obvious.”
“What my soon-to-be ex-husband means,” Lavender smirked, “was that Pansy’s thighs were ‘streaked with me cum,’ is how he told me about it the next day.”
“Lav smacked me upside me head - a lot - but I deserved it. Hell, someone even left a movin’ photo of us goin’ at it! I think we did it three times, I’m just not sure,” Seamus confessed.
Ginny was still chuckling over this, wondering if she should use it during her review when someone called on the Floo and asked to come over.
“Romilda?” Ginny said. “Well, sure!”
Romilda Flooed in, to the surprise of all present, particularly Harry. He had never really trusted Romilda since she had tried to foist a love potion off on him during his sixth year. However, he was grateful for her helping Ginny, and after some initial awkwardness, they were chatting amiably.
“I thought Ginny told me you were seducing someone tonight,” Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“He didn’t show,” Romilda griped. “Can I seduce you, instead?” Harry laughed nervously.
Ginny dragged her over to Lavender and Seamus and had him repeat the story of his drunken debauch with Pansy.
“Do you still have the photo?”
Seamus blushed and looked sheepishly at Lavender.
“Er, umm, yeah, I do. Sorry, Lav.”
Romilda squealed like a schoolgirl and actually gave the handsome Irishman a hot, deep kiss.
“Back off, you...you hussy,” Lavender growled, but with a smile. Ginny smiled too, after all, it wasn’t as if Seamus hadn’t kissed all three of them before. Actually, he had shagged all three of them.
Ginny looked around the room, blushing just slightly at seeing so many men that she had made love to - Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ernie, Michael, Dennis, Oliver. All had been lovers of hers at some time in her life.
Looking around at the women, Ginny realized that Harry had bedded most of them at some point as well. Lavender, Padma, Parvati, Cho, Alicia, Angelina, Katie, even Hannah a couple of times. Of course, Ginny had made love to several of the women herself.
It was actually Hannah and Neville who had engineered her and Harry’s reconciliation after their bitter breakup in early 2001, when they both descended into unhealthy, even dangerous, sexual practices, trying to see how much they could hurt the other. Their friends had maneuvered them into a room at the Leaky Cauldron, taken their wands, locked the doors and made them stay until they had worked out their issues. It had worked and they had reconciled, and although there was one more breakup a year later, it was nowhere near as prolonged or nasty.
Ginny noticed her brother, Charlie, was eyeing Romilda. She couldn’t blame him, she was a very attractive witch.
“Romilda,” she said, dragging the tall brunette away from Seamus and Lavender, “I don’t think you’ve ever met my brother, Charlie. Charlie, this is Romilda Vane. She works with me at the Prophet. She took over Rita’s column. My brother’s a dragon keeper, Romilda. So, anything you want to know about dragons, he’s your source. Oh, be right back.”
“Dragons?” Romilda smiled, giving the muscular, handsome Weasley a thorough once over. “That sounds really exciting. Tell me more,” she cooed, walking him into the kitchen with her.
Half an hour later, Harry was able to report to Ginny, who was chatting with Ron, Hermione, George and Angelina, that he had spotted Charlie and Romilda in the kitchen pantry, snogging furiously, his hands under her skirt and obviously in her knickers.
“Good for him!” Ginny laughed. “Hermione, did you know Seamus claims he actually DID shag Pansy?”
“Even better,” Hermione smiled. “Be sure to tell Romilda - if you can separate her from Charlie!”
Everyone but Ron laughed. Hermione elbowed him, snickering, “Come on, Ron. It’s not as if you wanted to snog her! So, how much more since Friday morning, Ginny?”
Ginny smirked at her sister-in-law, then looked directly at Ron.
“Five more! Fifteen total! And I’m sure there will be at least a couple more before the kids get home tomorrow!”
“Fifteen what, Gin?” George asked.
“Shags, what do you think?”
“Good man, Harry,” George said, slapping his back. “The old Weasley Wood Stiffener worked, eh?”
“Like a charm,” Harry smiled.
“Wood Stiffener?” Ginny asked.
“That wood,” Harry said, ducking his chin towards his crotch.
“Oh, THAT wood,” Ginny squealed. “Thank you, George. Does he test it with you, Angie?”
“All the time,” the lovely black witch replied.
“Oh, stop it, all of you!” Ron said, blushing furiously. “I don’t need any ‘artificial’ ingredients with my Muggle-born honey bun.”
“You sure?” Hermione teased, licking her husband’s ear and making him flush scarlet.
A little later, Kreacher, who was there to help with the party approached Harry and told him nervously, “Master Harry, ahh, Mistress Ginny’s brother is in the first guest room.”
“By himself?”
“Er, no,” Kreacher mumbled. “He has tall, black-haired witch with him. I think they are, well, that they are...”
“Say no more, Kreacher,” Harry laughed. “Plan on them being here for breakfast. Thank you for all your help tonight. Did you enjoy your visit to Hogwarts?” Harry had sent Kreacher there so he and Ginny could be totally alone.
“Very much, thank you, Good Master Harry,” Kreacher said. “Shagging, that’s what they are doing. Yes, shagging,” the ancient elf muttered, walking back into the kitchen.
Harry told Ginny and she smiled happily. “Well, I hardly think they’ll get married, but Charlie needs someone, especially now that he’s back in England after all these years.”
Charlie had finally left the dragon preserve in Romania and become caretaker-in-chief at the small Welsh Green preserve near Holyhead.
The party finally ended, all the guests Flooing home, except Seamus and Lavender, who, because of her condition, asked if they could spend the night.
“Of course,” Ginny smiled, hugging the lovely blond and kissing her still-maimed cheek. The scars from Fenrir’s attack at Hogwarts had faded some, but they would never be gone. It made no difference, Lavender had an inner beauty that all her friends had come to appreciate.
“Boy or girl?” Ginny asked.
“We’re letting it be a surprise,” Lavender said. “I’d like a girl, but it doesn’t really matter. Brian says he’d like a little sister so he can ‘watch out for her.’ It’s so cute.” Brian was their five-year-old son.
Once they were in bed, Harry asked, “Well, up for another, Mrs. Potter?”
“As long as you are,” she grinned, pushing him onto his back. Her lips encircled his already hard cock, her tongue teasing the head, then licking up the underside and making him shiver and moan.
Ginny lavished her most fervent attention on her husband’s marvelous ‘wood,’ and when he was squeezing the linens in his hands, she finally knelt over him, grasping his cock in one hand and rubbing the head between her tumid lips.
“What do you want, now?” she breathed huskily.
“For you to fuck me like a one Knut whore!”
She smiled and slowly worked the bulbous head inside her swollen labia, then keeping her eyes locked with his, slowly let herself sink onto his length, mewing and whimpering as she felt her body separate along his warm, hard shaft. Harry shivered with lust as he watched himself disappear inch-by-inch into his wife’s incredibly tight, sexy, hairless slit.
She settled onto him completely, sighing, then still looking into his eyes, tightened herself around him and slowly pulled her hot, slippery channel up along his throbbing cock.
“You...you’re killing me, Gin,” Harry whined. “I won’t last.”
“It’s alright,” she murmured, sinking slowly onto him again. “This time is for your pleasure, Harry. Come whenever you want.”
He managed to hold on until he felt her tighten around him, her back arching in orgasm. He grabbed her hips, and bouncing her up and down his shaft a couple of times, exploded into her, crying, “Gin, Gin, Ginny! Gods! My Ginny!”
She laid down on his chest, her long, soft, bright red hair flowing off it, her tingling pussy still massaging his softening prick, and whispered, “I love you so, so much, Harry Potter.”
When they awoke the next morning, Harry caressed her naked quim, telling her, “Getting a little scratchy, you know.”
She made a face and smacked his hand.
“Berk!” she smiled. “Do want me to grow it back?”
“Wait until after the beach party. I want to see everyone’s reaction, especially Ron’s!”
The end of summer beach party at Bill and Fleur’s Shell Cottage had become a tradition. And after a fair amount of alcohol, the bathers usually discarded their suits, even Hermione, but not Ron. The children all ran around naked all day anyway. Ginny hadn’t displayed a bald snatch since the summer before the World Cup.
“I’ll keep it nice and smooth, just for you,” she promised as she guided him to her entrance.
“Again?”
“Run out of Weasley Wood Stiffener?” she smirked.
“You’re all the Weasley I need to get stiff, don’t worry, you redheaded houri,” he said, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her as he slowly pushed his length inside her.
“Charlie, breakfast!” Ginny called, pounding on the guest room door an hour or so later.
“Er, be down if a bit, sis,” Charlie mumbled.
“Romilda, do you have any preferences?” Ginny asked.
“I like Weasley pork sword,” she heard Romilda answer. “Can we have half an hour?”
“Romilda!” she heard Charlie gasp. “Don’t, I need to, let me wash..., oh, gods, Romilda!”
Ginny walked away, laughing and shaking her head. She now foresaw her and Romilda becoming good buddies. Charlie was such an easy target to rag on.
When the couple finally made it down to the kitchen, Charlie was blushing furiously as Romilda hung on his arm and nibbled his earlobe. Ginny and Lavender broke down into giggles, as Harry merely arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Had a good night, did you, Charlie?”
Harry and Ginny managed one more shag before the afternoon family party. They were bathed and refreshed when her family, including the still-blushing Charlie, began to Floo in.
“So, when’s the wedding?” Ginny inquired.
“She...she wants me to stay with her again tonight!” Charlie mumbled. “Gin, she...she’s unreal. But, I’m ten years older than her!”
Ginny was sure Romilda had slept with guys much older than that, but merely said, “I’m sure that’s not a problem with her, Charlie. Enjoy yourself. She’s very well experienced, I won’t lie to you, but I think she really likes you.”
Then her children were running out of the Floo, followed by her parents, Andromeda, Teddy, and Bill and Fleur and their family.
“Mummy! Mum!” they all shouted, running to her and babbling nonstop. Ginny cried she was so happy.
As the party moved along, she had a chance to talk and bond with each of her children. When she got to Lily, her beautiful daughter handed her a hand-made heart that said ‘Happy Birthday to the World’s Best Mum!’
“It’s beautiful, Lily,” Ginny sniffled, kissing her daughter’s cheek and hugging her tightly.
“What did you and Daddy do all by yourselfs?” she asked.
“Oh, grownup things, you know. Hugged, held hands, kissed.”
“Did you kiss a lot?” Lily asked, wide-eyed.
“Well, yes, of course,” Ginny smiled. “You do that when you’re in love with someone. When you’re much older, Lily, you’ll know what it’s like, what it means to love someone.”
“Like Gramma loves me? And Grampa?”
“Sort of, but, it will be different when you find a boy you like,” her mother told her.
“So kissing a boy means you like them?” Lily asked.
“Well, yes, usually,” Ginny answered, wondering what Lily meant. “Not like I kiss your uncles or your Grandfather, but, yes, kissing means you like someone.”
“Oh, I guess Victoire really likes Teddy then!”
Molly had told her that Andromeda had Flooed to the Burrow with the boys, then Bill and Fleur had arrived with their family as well, to help her with the cake and other food.
“Why do you say that, Lily?”
“Well, when I had to go potty,” Lily continued, “I went by Unca Percy’s old room and Teddy and Victoire were kissing. I thought he was hurting her, cause she was making a lot of funny noises.”
Ginny blushed as Lily rambled on, “And...and then, they stuck their tongues in each other’s mouff! And then, Victoire pushed Teddy against the wall and rubbed on him and he started moaning and then they saw me and told me to go away and...”
“Say no more, darling,” Ginny said. “Harry!”
“Yes, luv,” he said, coming over and hugging his wife.
“Have you had ‘the Talk’ with Teddy yet?”
“Er, well, sort of,” Harry blushed. “Why?”
She told him what Lily had said and Harry couldn’t help chuckling.
“He sounds more like Sirius than Remus, if the stories are true. I’ll talk with him again, never fear. Ah, you might let Fleur know. Victoire is a Veela, not a Weasley.”
Ginny knew what Harry meant. Dominique and Louis were Weasleys, red hair, brown and blue eyes, freckles. Victoire looked like a miniature Fleur, or actually, Gabrielle. Silvery blond hair, pale blue eyes, flawless, almost translucent ivory skin, and a presence. She was only eleven, but she already knew how to use her beauty.
The party ended, they finally got the children settled. Harry and Ginny relaxed in their bed, hugging and kissing.
“One more?” Harry inquired.
“As many as you can give me,” Ginny smiled, spreading her legs and pulling Harry onto her. “This has been the most wonderful time of my life, Harry. I swear, even better than the honeymoon. I so hope we can do it again sometime.”
Harry smiled as he thrust himself inside Ginny’s still so-tight sheath. He just couldn’t believe she was still this tight.
“I swear, we will,” he said, kissing her deeply. “Now, no more talk...”
The morning routine kicked back in. The kids burst into Harry and Ginny’s bedroom and jumped on the bed. They made sure the covers were tight around them since they were both still naked. It was one thing being naked at the beach and talking generally about why boys and girls looked different, but they did not want their children growing up too quickly. Seeing their parents naked in bed would lead to many other questions, the answers to which the children were still much too young to hear.
They finally chased them out, dressed themselves, dressed and fed the children, then delivered them to their various caregivers. Andromeda was happy to watch the boys, since Teddy, who spent a lot of time at the Godric’s Hollow house, was still home from school. Molly was always delighted to see Lily, especially as she and Rose - who she also watched regularly - were growing up as such good friends, almost like Ginny and Hermione had done.
Ginny stopped by the mailroom at The Daily Prophet and asked Jimmy and his assistant to count her letters, then write down the number and sign it. He was confused, but he would do anything for Ginny.
“Thank you both, so much,” she smiled, giving them both a kiss on the cheek.
She stopped by Romilda’s office, found the brunette leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed, a very satisfied smile on her lips as she softly caressed her pussy through her robes.
“He was that good?” Ginny asked, startling her so much she almost fell out of her chair.
“Oh, GODS! Ginny!” Romilda blushed. “Er, yeah, one of the very, very best I’ve ever had. Talk about stamina! Ready for your review?”
“Jimmy and Freddy counted the letters,” she said. “There were twenty-eight this morning. Jimmy says I sometimes get a dozen more in the afternoon mail.”
“You should have him by the balls, Ginny,” Romilda smiled. “Don’t let go until you get what you want. Do you have any problem with me shagging your brother?”
“Not a bit,” Ginny said. “Better him than Harry. I think you intimidate him, though. He has problems with aggressive women.”
“Yes, you’re such a shy, retiring type, aren’t you,” Romilda snickered.
A couple hours later, Peter called her into his office.
“Two more complaints, Potter,” he said, tossing the letters on his desk. “Now, let’s talk pay cuts here. Of course, there’s a way to prevent that.”
“No, let’s go talk about this with Alexander,” Ginny said. “I think he’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
“He’ll back me, you’re wasting your time,” Peter replied, a worried frown creasing his forehead.
“We’ll see,” Ginny said, keeping her temper under control. “My contract says I can negotiate directly with the Managing Editor, so let’s go.”
Peter reluctantly followed her to Alexander’s office. Alexander didn’t actually need to work, of course, but his position gave him a great deal of control over what kind of news and articles appeared in the paper, and he enjoyed the feeling of power. He made sure that the Prophet endorsed the pureblood position on various issues as much as possible.
The Parkinson patriarch didn’t like getting involved in personnel matters, but Ginny insisted on her rights under her contract.
Peter presented his case, showing his uncle the two letters.
“This is all she gets anymore, complaints. She was never that good a writer. She always relied on her name, her husband’s name, actually.”
“Here’s a signed statement from the mailroom staff stating that I had twenty-eight letters this morning,” Ginny said, tossing it on the desk. “Where are the other twenty-six, Peter?”
“You had no such thing,” Peter snapped. “They’re lying. I’m going to fire their asses as soon as I’m done with you.”
“I’ve had twenty or more letters every day since long before you took over, Peter, you lying bastard,” Ginny finally exploded. “You’ve been holding back my mail. That’s illegal, you know. I could have your arse thrown into jail.”
“Now, just a minute,” Alexander interrupted. “Peter? Is this true?”
“Of course not, Uncle Alex,” Peter said, not meeting his uncle’s eyes. “She’s made it up. She’s just trying to save her job by bad mouthing me.”
“Romilda has proof you withheld her mail,” Ginny told them. “And, of course, the proof that you coerced her into having sex with you. Just like you’ve been hinting you want with me!”
Alexander reddened. He was head of a large, prosperous, ancient pureblood clan, with a couple hundred family members. He was arrogant, ambitious, and intolerant, but had managed to steer clear of any involvement with the Death Eaters during Voldemort’s time, at least to any major extent. He disliked Muggle-borns and Halfbloods, but the law said they were equals now and he dealt with it. Ginny Potter, however, was from a pureblood family as ancient as his own. He had no reason to doubt her veracity simply on his nephew’s say so. Despite his wealth and haughtiness, he had a deep sense of honor.
“Tell me this isn’t so, Peter,” he said, glaring at his nephew.
“It isn’t, of course, it isn’t,” Peter whined. “I’d never cheat on Yvette!”
“Liar,” Ginny shouted, not willing to let up. “Ask Mitzi if you don’t believe me, Mr. Parkinson.”
Peter knew Mitzi would sing like a canary under his uncle’s interrogation.
“A secretary?” Alexander scoffed. “Hardly a reliable witness. Still, Peter, this is a serious accusation.”
“Alright, Uncle Alex,” Peter sniveled, “she gets fan mail, but it’s only because of her name.”
“Mrs. Potter, what do you want?” Alexander asked.
Ginny was ready to just give in and get her old privileges back, but after a moment’s reflection, knew it was time to teach the Parkinsons, and by inference, all the old pureblood families, that a new day was upon them here in Britain.
“My name is what makes me who I am,” Ginny said. “I’m a Potter, but I’m a Weasley, too. My family is just as old and pureblooded as yours, and so is Harry’s! The big difference is we were always truthful and upfront in our dealings with everyone. I wonder what the von Schattenbourgs will say when the truth comes out about Pansy?”
The von Schattenbourgs traced their bloodline back to prehistory, or so they claimed. They were the purest of purebloods.
“What do you mean?” Alexander asked.
“Well, I’ve just recently discovered that Pansy had a sexual liaison with a classmate of my husband’s from Hogwarts.”
“Everyone knows of her, well, indiscretions with the young Draco Malfoy,” Alexander spouted. “The von Schattenbourgs are not overly concerned. Virginity is hardly a requirement for marriage any more.”
“I don’t mean Draco,” Ginny smiled. “I mean Seamus Finnigan.”
Alexander blanched. “That...that Halfbood mongrel? She’d never...”
“He has a photo,” Ginny smiled. “Actually, Romilda has it now.” Ginny was bluffing, although Seamus had promised that Romilda could have the picture if Ginny said she needed it to keep her job.
Alexander knew he had to cut his losses. He knew the Weasley family well enough to know that Ginny would not hesitate to make this information public. The failure of this marriage could ruin his family, both their reputation and their finances. He had money, but the von Schattenbourgs had titles and influence, which he planned to use to his best advantage. The engagement and wedding had been announced. He had already paid them half of Pansy’s extremely large dowry.
“What do you really want, Mrs. Potter?”
“Front row seats in all the stadium pressboxes, half a dozen complimentary seats in the stadium for friends, a full per diem, overseas games at least ten times a year, another two weeks of vacation, and a fifty percent raise should do to start,” Ginny smiled. “Oh, yes, and a corner office.”
“They’re all full!” Peter said. “My uncle’s, the Editor-in-Chief’s, Romilda’s and mine.”
“I’ll take yours, then, Peter,” Ginny smiled again. “Please have your stuff out by the end of the day. I’ll need the room for all my writing awards. You’ve seen fit to overlook them in all this.”
It was true. Ginny had won ‘Sportswriter of the Year,’ but Peter had buried the announcement, literally, on the obituaries page. He didn’t even let the rest of the features staff throw her a party at the office.
“What?” Alexander said, glaring at his nephew. “Peter, this is not proper behavior for a Parkinson! Requiring the best from an employee is good management, but you’ve resorted to lies and deceits to try and make Mrs. Potter appear to be a poor performer. I can’t believe you’ve used such underhanded, ungentlemanly methods, especially against another pureblood.”
Ginny was going to say her blood made no difference to her, but was enjoying watching Peter being reamed by his uncle too much to interrupt.
“It’s only to save the family name that I don’t tell Yvette of your...your despicable behavior,” Alexander roared. “You’re lucky I don’t let that Vane woman sue you for sexual harassment. Our family does not operate with such low moral principles. You’re fired, Peter. I’ll have to find some other place to employ you. I apologize to you, Mrs. Potter. I had no idea my nephew was such a...a...”
“Bastard?” Ginny supplied helpfully. “Actually, I don’t want him fired, if you don’t mind. Since he’s so enjoyed picking up my mail, perhaps he can assist in the mailroom?”
“But, there’s already someone there,” Alexander said.
“Well, promote Jimmy to be features editor,” Ginny suggested as Peter’s face dissolved in horror. “He actually has an incredible command of the written word. You should see him do a crossword puzzle. He does the Muggle Times of London Sunday crossword with a quill!”
Alexander actually smiled.
“An excellent suggestion, Mrs. Potter,” he said. “Yes, Peter, you can be assistant to that other young man, ahh...”
“Freddy,” Ginny told him.
“Yes, Freddy. I’ll leave it up to you what to tell Yvette as to why she’ll have to use her own money to shop in Chelsea anymore, since your salary is being dramatically decreased. Remember, her dowry is hers, not yours,” Alexander reminded his crestfallen and humiliated nephew.
“You’re lucky I don’t tell my husband about your attempts to coerce me, Peter,” Ginny seethed, disgusted that a man like Peter would think that she would have ever given into threats like that. “Or, my brothers!”
Alexander actually smiled a little at that. Even he knew how protective the Weasley males were of their women, particularly their sister.
“You can go, Peter,” Alexander growled. “You may be able to redeem yourself, but it will take an awful lot of effort.”
Peter slunk out of the office.
“I can rely on your discretion in regards to this alleged photo, may I not, Mrs Potter?” Alexander stated.
“What photo, sir?” Ginny replied politely. “I’m sorry to have had to resort to such measures, but I couldn’t let someone like Peter keep me from doing something I love so much. Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll be a model employee.”
“I think you always were, Mrs. Potter,” he said with a grim smile. “I’d like to invite you to the wedding, but, well, you understand.”
“I’ve attended enough weddings in the last ten years to keep me satisfied until it’s time for my children’s, I assure you,” Ginny said, standing and going to the door. “I wish Pansy a long, happy and fruitful marriage, I truly do, Mr. Parkinson.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Potter,” he said as she left, a happy smile on her lips.
“They say life begins at thirty,” she thought. Then recalling the last few days of passion, concluded, “Yes, it certainly does!”