Snoops
Author:deena_s
Title: Snoops
Challenge: #60--Harry and Ginny use the Marauders' Map to keep an eye on their troublesome offspring at Hogwarts, and have some reminiscences of their own...
Rating: R for sexual suggestion
Word Count: 1392
Notes/Warnings: Thanks to my lovely betas belladonna_tb, lunalovepotter and queenb23more for helping me trim the chaff that was the first draft. I love you ladies.
Harry Potter sat in his study, pencil stuck behind his ear, glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose, and a cup of tea on the desk in front of him getting colder and colder by the minute. The particular case he was working on had been giving him quite a lot of trouble for the past few hours.
Thurston Blackstone IV, age 45, Manchester
Missing since 5 December 2020
Last known location: Dover
The pressure on Harry and his team to find this man was harsh. He had money, friends in high places, and an attitude that reminded Harry of Lucius Malfoy in that he felt he deserved whatever life had to give on a silver platter. Blackstone wasn't a member of some Dark society; In Harry's opinion, he was a middle-aged playboy who didn't tell anyone where he was going.
But something just didn't sit right. He'd been gone for nearly a year, and no amount of Tracing Spells had been successful in tracking the man down. In fact, it reminded Harry slightly of the situation with Bertha Jorkins back in '94. He had a bad feeling about this.
The door of the study swung open, its creaking hinge causing him to jump and the pencil to fall from behind his ear.
"Sorry, Harry. But I wanted to check and see if you were planning on coming to bed anytime soon," Ginny said softly. "It's almost midnight and I'm lonely in that big bed." She walked into the room, wearing only a lightly coloured nightdress with tiny straps.
"In a few minutes, okay? I can't get this case out of my head," he answered, stretching his arms above his head and yawning.
"And how will a few more minutes help?" she asked, eyebrow arched, as she made her way over to him and finally sat on the edge of the desk. "You're tired. Come to bed with me. Please?"
Harry couldn't miss the tone in her voice. It was the same voice she used when she was nineteen and led him off to an empty Shell Cottage for a weekend.
"Maybe you're right." Harry stood up and gathered the books that were on his desk to head over to the bookshelf. He moved aside a book to replace the ones he'd used when a large piece of parchment fluttered to the floor at his feet. He bent over and picked it up with a smile. "Hey, that's where I put that."
Ginny walked over to him and looked at the blank face of the Marauders' Map. "Why'd you put it there?"
"Remember James found it in my desk and took it to school before Neville confiscated it? Since then, I decided to change the hiding place," Harry said. With a tap of his wand on the parchment, Harry whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
"Harry! You can't spy on them like that!" she reprimanded him. However, curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in closer to see the images form on the parchment.
"Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs encourage Prongs Jr. to spy upon the next generation of Potters."
"Harry…" Ginny warned him, but it fell upon deaf ears as Harry began opening up the map to the section for the Gryffindor Tower.
"Let's see…should we look for the third-year, the fifth-year, or the seventh-year?"
Harry was clearly enjoying this too much.
"None of them. Now put it away." She reached for the map but Harry pulled it away.
"A father has a right to know. They're sleeping," he stated. "What's the harm?"
"Exactly. So there's no point in bothering with the map." She sighed as her words went unheard yet again.
He moved the map around and found the Gryffindor girls' dormitory and the third-years' room. Lily's dot was motionless, as were those of her roommates. He smiled with a satisfactory grin.
"See? What did I tell you?"
Ginny merely rolled her eyes at him while he moved the map to the Slytherin dungeon.
Harry set the map on the desk and Ginny walked closer to him, peering around his shoulder while she tried to distract him by rubbing his back.
"Damn, how can they find their way around these catacombs?" Harry was having a difficult time locating the sleeping quarters for the Slytherins. "Aha! Finally!"
Ginny watched as his finger wound its way around the dormitories, a scowl appearing on his brow.
"Albus…" he said in a threatening tone. "What the …?"
Ginny came around him and looked at the place where Harry's finger had stopped. Albus, their precocious, hyperactive middle child was in the common room with a number of other students.
"What is he up to?" Ginny asked with a smile.
As if on cue, stylized writing appeared to the side of the common room.
'Prongs is proud to say that his Slytherin grandson is playing strip poker.'
"Merlin's pants! Look how many girls are in there!" Harry exclaimed. "Looks like the Potter looks are working for him." He glanced over to his wife with a smirk.
"Sorry, dear, but I think it's more the Weasley charm, if you ask me. And besides, Lily looks astonishingly like you as well."
At that, Harry blanched and rechecked the Gryffindor part of the map for Lily.
"Please tell me you're not going to do this when she starts dating," Ginny stated flatly.
"Thanks for the suggestion," he answered, kissing her quickly on the cheek before turning the map this way and that for the Gryffindor seventh years' room. When he found it, Harry bent forward, his nose almost touching the surface of the map.
"Whoa!" Harry gasped, standing straight up and his eyes widening as he pulled the map away from Ginny.
"What? You have to let me see now, Harry," she challenged and pulled on his hand so that the map was in front of her. Ginny looked at the seventh-years' room and let out her own gasp. "That little bugger!"
Neither of them could take their eyes off the evidence in front of them; there was one dot representing both James Potter and Beatrice Creevey, Dennis' daughter. Ginny hedged a glance in Harry's direction and saw his skin pale as he continued to watch, almost willing the information to change before his eyes.
"Put it away, love," Ginny urged him again. "It's none of our business. They're both of age, Harry. He did say that they were rather serious, remember?"
"I know that, but still…"
"Harry, Harry, Harry…" she purred and walked in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Remember back in our seventh year…the Astronomy Tower…your bed in the boys' dorm…in the common room underneath your Invisibility Cloak?"
Harry whimpered as he remembered what each and every situation entailed.
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Ginny?" Harry asked as she stroked his naked bum.
"Harry, yes! I've told you…please."
He bent forward and kissed her softly as he slid his body into hers for the first time, the stars above them the only witnesses to the moment.
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"Damn, Ginny! Oh hell, that's good…there, just…oh-OH!" Harry screamed as he came inside Ginny's mouth. She sucked him dry, swallowing it all as if she were doing shots.
When she was done, she slid onto her back and opened her legs for him with a smile. Harry positioned himself there and placed his mouth on her…
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"Shhhh!" Ginny hissed before covering his mouth with hers. She'd just settled her body around his. They were entwined in an enlarged window seat in the Gryffindor common room, underneath his Invisibility Cloak. Ginny writhed above him as he thrust his hips up into her, clutching the cloak tight around them.
Ginny quickly reached her climax and it was Harry's turn to absorb her cries with his mouth as their bodies found release.
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"Harry? Harry?" Ginny said, mere inches from his face and snapping her fingers.
"Huh?" he said with a dreamy look on his face. He curled one corner of his mouth up into a wry smile and pulled her lower body up against his. "I think…" Kiss. "…we need…" Kiss. "…to recreate…" Kiss. "…some of those memories." Harry kissed her deeply and she gladly allowed him to indulge right there in the study.
Title: Snoops
Challenge: #60--Harry and Ginny use the Marauders' Map to keep an eye on their troublesome offspring at Hogwarts, and have some reminiscences of their own...
Rating: R for sexual suggestion
Word Count: 1392
Notes/Warnings: Thanks to my lovely betas belladonna_tb, lunalovepotter and queenb23more for helping me trim the chaff that was the first draft. I love you ladies.
Harry Potter sat in his study, pencil stuck behind his ear, glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose, and a cup of tea on the desk in front of him getting colder and colder by the minute. The particular case he was working on had been giving him quite a lot of trouble for the past few hours.
Thurston Blackstone IV, age 45, Manchester
Missing since 5 December 2020
Last known location: Dover
The pressure on Harry and his team to find this man was harsh. He had money, friends in high places, and an attitude that reminded Harry of Lucius Malfoy in that he felt he deserved whatever life had to give on a silver platter. Blackstone wasn't a member of some Dark society; In Harry's opinion, he was a middle-aged playboy who didn't tell anyone where he was going.
But something just didn't sit right. He'd been gone for nearly a year, and no amount of Tracing Spells had been successful in tracking the man down. In fact, it reminded Harry slightly of the situation with Bertha Jorkins back in '94. He had a bad feeling about this.
The door of the study swung open, its creaking hinge causing him to jump and the pencil to fall from behind his ear.
"Sorry, Harry. But I wanted to check and see if you were planning on coming to bed anytime soon," Ginny said softly. "It's almost midnight and I'm lonely in that big bed." She walked into the room, wearing only a lightly coloured nightdress with tiny straps.
"In a few minutes, okay? I can't get this case out of my head," he answered, stretching his arms above his head and yawning.
"And how will a few more minutes help?" she asked, eyebrow arched, as she made her way over to him and finally sat on the edge of the desk. "You're tired. Come to bed with me. Please?"
Harry couldn't miss the tone in her voice. It was the same voice she used when she was nineteen and led him off to an empty Shell Cottage for a weekend.
"Maybe you're right." Harry stood up and gathered the books that were on his desk to head over to the bookshelf. He moved aside a book to replace the ones he'd used when a large piece of parchment fluttered to the floor at his feet. He bent over and picked it up with a smile. "Hey, that's where I put that."
Ginny walked over to him and looked at the blank face of the Marauders' Map. "Why'd you put it there?"
"Remember James found it in my desk and took it to school before Neville confiscated it? Since then, I decided to change the hiding place," Harry said. With a tap of his wand on the parchment, Harry whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
"Harry! You can't spy on them like that!" she reprimanded him. However, curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in closer to see the images form on the parchment.
"Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs encourage Prongs Jr. to spy upon the next generation of Potters."
"Harry…" Ginny warned him, but it fell upon deaf ears as Harry began opening up the map to the section for the Gryffindor Tower.
"Let's see…should we look for the third-year, the fifth-year, or the seventh-year?"
Harry was clearly enjoying this too much.
"None of them. Now put it away." She reached for the map but Harry pulled it away.
"A father has a right to know. They're sleeping," he stated. "What's the harm?"
"Exactly. So there's no point in bothering with the map." She sighed as her words went unheard yet again.
He moved the map around and found the Gryffindor girls' dormitory and the third-years' room. Lily's dot was motionless, as were those of her roommates. He smiled with a satisfactory grin.
"See? What did I tell you?"
Ginny merely rolled her eyes at him while he moved the map to the Slytherin dungeon.
Harry set the map on the desk and Ginny walked closer to him, peering around his shoulder while she tried to distract him by rubbing his back.
"Damn, how can they find their way around these catacombs?" Harry was having a difficult time locating the sleeping quarters for the Slytherins. "Aha! Finally!"
Ginny watched as his finger wound its way around the dormitories, a scowl appearing on his brow.
"Albus…" he said in a threatening tone. "What the …?"
Ginny came around him and looked at the place where Harry's finger had stopped. Albus, their precocious, hyperactive middle child was in the common room with a number of other students.
"What is he up to?" Ginny asked with a smile.
As if on cue, stylized writing appeared to the side of the common room.
'Prongs is proud to say that his Slytherin grandson is playing strip poker.'
"Merlin's pants! Look how many girls are in there!" Harry exclaimed. "Looks like the Potter looks are working for him." He glanced over to his wife with a smirk.
"Sorry, dear, but I think it's more the Weasley charm, if you ask me. And besides, Lily looks astonishingly like you as well."
At that, Harry blanched and rechecked the Gryffindor part of the map for Lily.
"Please tell me you're not going to do this when she starts dating," Ginny stated flatly.
"Thanks for the suggestion," he answered, kissing her quickly on the cheek before turning the map this way and that for the Gryffindor seventh years' room. When he found it, Harry bent forward, his nose almost touching the surface of the map.
"Whoa!" Harry gasped, standing straight up and his eyes widening as he pulled the map away from Ginny.
"What? You have to let me see now, Harry," she challenged and pulled on his hand so that the map was in front of her. Ginny looked at the seventh-years' room and let out her own gasp. "That little bugger!"
Neither of them could take their eyes off the evidence in front of them; there was one dot representing both James Potter and Beatrice Creevey, Dennis' daughter. Ginny hedged a glance in Harry's direction and saw his skin pale as he continued to watch, almost willing the information to change before his eyes.
"Put it away, love," Ginny urged him again. "It's none of our business. They're both of age, Harry. He did say that they were rather serious, remember?"
"I know that, but still…"
"Harry, Harry, Harry…" she purred and walked in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Remember back in our seventh year…the Astronomy Tower…your bed in the boys' dorm…in the common room underneath your Invisibility Cloak?"
Harry whimpered as he remembered what each and every situation entailed.
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Ginny?" Harry asked as she stroked his naked bum.
"Harry, yes! I've told you…please."
He bent forward and kissed her softly as he slid his body into hers for the first time, the stars above them the only witnesses to the moment.
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"Damn, Ginny! Oh hell, that's good…there, just…oh-OH!" Harry screamed as he came inside Ginny's mouth. She sucked him dry, swallowing it all as if she were doing shots.
When she was done, she slid onto her back and opened her legs for him with a smile. Harry positioned himself there and placed his mouth on her…
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"Shhhh!" Ginny hissed before covering his mouth with hers. She'd just settled her body around his. They were entwined in an enlarged window seat in the Gryffindor common room, underneath his Invisibility Cloak. Ginny writhed above him as he thrust his hips up into her, clutching the cloak tight around them.
Ginny quickly reached her climax and it was Harry's turn to absorb her cries with his mouth as their bodies found release.
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"Harry? Harry?" Ginny said, mere inches from his face and snapping her fingers.
"Huh?" he said with a dreamy look on his face. He curled one corner of his mouth up into a wry smile and pulled her lower body up against his. "I think…" Kiss. "…we need…" Kiss. "…to recreate…" Kiss. "…some of those memories." Harry kissed her deeply and she gladly allowed him to indulge right there in the study.