Bubble Fun?
Title: Bubble Fun?
Prompt: WILD CARD: Bubble Bath
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: ~670
Rating: PG~13
Disclaimer: It’s not mine. It all belongs to JKR. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Written for Schmoop_Bingo Thanks to the awesome cibjasfad for brain storming with me and helping me pick my wild card prompt. I hope you get as much enjoyment from reading this as I did in writing it.
Ginny rolled over in bed and snuggled closer to her husband. Husband! She giggled as she twisted the plain gold band that had joined her engagement ring just yesterday.
Harry cracked one eye open to look at her. "Enjoy yourself while you can, Mrs. Potter. When your mother finds out we eloped and all her wedding plans are now useless, I'm afraid she may kill us both."
"It serves her right. Every time I said I want to do this or I like that she always said 'No.' It was my wedding after all, so I should have a-" However Ginny had been planning on finishing that thought was forgotten as Harry claimed her mouth in a kiss.
Ginny wiggled against him as his hands skimmed down her body, spreading heat everywhere they touched. She curled her leg around his hip as he moved over her. Somehow the details of their elopement just didn't seem important anymore.
An hour later Harry was dressed in his Auror robes, ready to head out for his conference. Ginny stood on her toes and pulled his head down for one last kiss. "Remind me to thank Kingsley for planning your conference so close to Gretna Green. If someone asks why you're staying at a different hotel-"
"I'll just tell them the hotel lost my reservation and they were overbooked." He kissed her once more. "I should be back at six and I'll bring another bottle of that champagne you like so much."
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"Honey, I'm home," Harry called, letting himself into their suite in the castle. He still couldn't believe his luck that they had been able to find an actual castle that had been fully modernized - Ginny had been eyeing the Jacuzzi that morning - within Apparating distance of his conference.
Harry heard the water running in the bathroom and smiled thinking that Ginny was filling the Jacuzzi for them to try out. Smiling, he slipped off his shoes and grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of champagne. He approached the bathroom door and knocked lightly. The door, which hadn't been tightly closed, opened at his touch.
Ginny was standing in the middle of the bathroom, clad in a sheer nightgown with matching knickers. His eyes traveled up her body, finally meeting her eyes. Which were red-rimmed and full of tears. And anger.
Her wand was drawn and pointed at the Jacuzzi, hexing it. Bubbles were erupting and his bride was standing knee deep in the overflow.
"I can't get it to stop! I added bubble bath and filled the tub. Then it started to make it's own bubbles! I turned the water off, but the bubbles still kept multiplying. Make it stop, Harry."
Harry looked at the tub and found several interesting looking switches. He tried one, but that increased the volcanic action of the bubble, so he quickly switched it back off. The second switch caused music to play.
The third switch turned off the jets causing the bubble eruption.
Ginny was staring at the bubbles on the floor. She looked up at Harry. "I didn't know it blew it's own bubbles."
"You probably aren't the first person to do that, but now that it's off a few flicks of the wand should get it clean." He stood and started to walk towards Ginny, but his feet, clad only socks slid on the slippery floor and he landed flat on his back in the bubbles.
He held out his hand to Ginny. She attempted to help him up but his grip was stronger and, with a light tug, she was sprawled across his chest. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her, before nodding his head at the bubbles. "You were planning on us having some fun in the bubbles?"
"Yes, but I was thinking we'd be in the tub."
"I think we should just improvise. We'll try the tub later."
Ginny settled herself resolutely on his chest. "I can adapt," she murmured against his mouth.
Prompt: WILD CARD: Bubble Bath
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: ~670
Rating: PG~13
Disclaimer: It’s not mine. It all belongs to JKR. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Written for Schmoop_Bingo Thanks to the awesome cibjasfad for brain storming with me and helping me pick my wild card prompt. I hope you get as much enjoyment from reading this as I did in writing it.
Ginny rolled over in bed and snuggled closer to her husband. Husband! She giggled as she twisted the plain gold band that had joined her engagement ring just yesterday.
Harry cracked one eye open to look at her. "Enjoy yourself while you can, Mrs. Potter. When your mother finds out we eloped and all her wedding plans are now useless, I'm afraid she may kill us both."
"It serves her right. Every time I said I want to do this or I like that she always said 'No.' It was my wedding after all, so I should have a-" However Ginny had been planning on finishing that thought was forgotten as Harry claimed her mouth in a kiss.
Ginny wiggled against him as his hands skimmed down her body, spreading heat everywhere they touched. She curled her leg around his hip as he moved over her. Somehow the details of their elopement just didn't seem important anymore.
An hour later Harry was dressed in his Auror robes, ready to head out for his conference. Ginny stood on her toes and pulled his head down for one last kiss. "Remind me to thank Kingsley for planning your conference so close to Gretna Green. If someone asks why you're staying at a different hotel-"
"I'll just tell them the hotel lost my reservation and they were overbooked." He kissed her once more. "I should be back at six and I'll bring another bottle of that champagne you like so much."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Honey, I'm home," Harry called, letting himself into their suite in the castle. He still couldn't believe his luck that they had been able to find an actual castle that had been fully modernized - Ginny had been eyeing the Jacuzzi that morning - within Apparating distance of his conference.
Harry heard the water running in the bathroom and smiled thinking that Ginny was filling the Jacuzzi for them to try out. Smiling, he slipped off his shoes and grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of champagne. He approached the bathroom door and knocked lightly. The door, which hadn't been tightly closed, opened at his touch.
Ginny was standing in the middle of the bathroom, clad in a sheer nightgown with matching knickers. His eyes traveled up her body, finally meeting her eyes. Which were red-rimmed and full of tears. And anger.
Her wand was drawn and pointed at the Jacuzzi, hexing it. Bubbles were erupting and his bride was standing knee deep in the overflow.
"I can't get it to stop! I added bubble bath and filled the tub. Then it started to make it's own bubbles! I turned the water off, but the bubbles still kept multiplying. Make it stop, Harry."
Harry looked at the tub and found several interesting looking switches. He tried one, but that increased the volcanic action of the bubble, so he quickly switched it back off. The second switch caused music to play.
The third switch turned off the jets causing the bubble eruption.
Ginny was staring at the bubbles on the floor. She looked up at Harry. "I didn't know it blew it's own bubbles."
"You probably aren't the first person to do that, but now that it's off a few flicks of the wand should get it clean." He stood and started to walk towards Ginny, but his feet, clad only socks slid on the slippery floor and he landed flat on his back in the bubbles.
He held out his hand to Ginny. She attempted to help him up but his grip was stronger and, with a light tug, she was sprawled across his chest. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her, before nodding his head at the bubbles. "You were planning on us having some fun in the bubbles?"
"Yes, but I was thinking we'd be in the tub."
"I think we should just improvise. We'll try the tub later."
Ginny settled herself resolutely on his chest. "I can adapt," she murmured against his mouth.