Fic: Like Father, Like Son (Adult)
Title: Like Father, Like Son
Author: lunalovepotter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,301
Summary: Harry & Ginny get sidetracked while debating the best way to discipline their son.
Notes: Written for the January challenge at catchmysnitch : Invisibility Cloak. Thanks to my great beta the_vixxmeister. :)
Ginny sighed as she read the letter from Hogwarts detailing her oldest son's latest escapade, this time involving Harry's invisibility cloak. In all the confusion that came with the first day of school James managed to nick it from the drawer in Harry's study. He rewarded himself by shirking History of Magic to snog his girlfriend Lucy McAvoy behind the greenhouses, where he was subsequently caught by Professor Longbottom.
Harry Apparated in from work a minute later. "Bloody brutal day. I thought I'd never get out of there. What's that?" he asked, indicating the note. He shrugged off his cloak and levitated it to the hook by the door. Then he stepped out of his boots.
"Take a guess," Ginny answered. She held the note out toward him with her lips pursed in a straight line.
Harry sighed with exasperation. "Not again?"
"I'm afraid your son is up to his old tricks."
Harry exhaled slowly, rifling his fingers through his hair. He took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose right between his eyes. "Funny how he's always my son when he's in trouble, and our son when he's been good," he remarked dryly.
"Well he doesn't get this from me. Even Fred and George weren't this bad at Hogwarts."
"All right then, what did he do this time?" Harry took the note and sank into a kitchen chair while she stood over him with her arms folded.
"Took time off from class to snog his girlfriend. Fortunately it was Neville that caught him so he got off with a warning, which is far less than he deserves. I think Neville's being too lenient on James because of who he is," she added with concern.
Harry's eyes darted back and forth across the parchment. He looked up. "Honestly I don't know how James could have gotten the cloak out of that drawer. I put heavy-grade locking charms on it, the sort I use to test my Auror trainees." He sighed, but then his mouth twitched before finally giving way to a full-on grin.
"What's so funny?" Ginny said.
"I have to say I admire our son's determination," he said.
Ginny arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Determination?"
"Gin, love, do you have any idea what it's like to be a teenage boy?" Harry sidled over and put his arms around her waist.
"Well, no..."
"We're a walking mess of hormones. We'll do anything to get girls, even if it means breaking a thousand locking charms." Harry stroked her back, threading his fingers through her hair. His touch sent ripples of warmth down her back, merging in her belly and between her legs. "Believe me, those are not easy charms to break, either."
"So you're not the least bit concerned that your son broke into your study and stole something?" Ginny raised her eyes to his. Despite herself, her nipples rose, scratching against the stretchy fabric of her bra.
"Of course I'm concerned, and I will talk to him. But I do know how James is feeling about now. That girl must be somone pretty special for him to have gone to all that trouble."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I felt the same way about his mum." His hands curled around her bum, kneading it gently. His stiffness moved against her thigh. "I'm sure I would've done the same for you. In fact, I know I would have." His voice was low and raspy. "It would have been worth any punishment just to be able to kiss you."
"Harry, you're changing the subject," Ginny persisted.
"That's the idea." Harry's mouth ghosted over her throat, travelling up along her jaw before catching her lips in a feathery kiss. Her mouth responded, seeking his while her hands moved up into his messy black hair. Harry pulled her up roughly, hitching her leg over his waist. Then he slid his hands into the waist of her jeans, down over her knickers, and any coherent thought all but evaporated. Harry backed her into the table, placing her on the edge. He fit himself between her legs, and her hands went to his waist to undo the zip.
"We're not done talking about this," Ginny said.
"Of course not." Harry kissed her delicately, trailing his fingers along her jaw and down her front where he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Smoothing away the fabric he stroked her right nipple through her bra.
Ginny arched her back to feed her breast to his hand. "We'll have to punish him," she said in a throaty voice, as she pushed down his trousers. She tucked her fingers into the opening of his boxers, curling them around his stiffening penis. His trousers slipped down, pooling at his feet. He stepped out of them.
"Sweet Merlin.Yes we will." Reaching behind her, he unclasped the hooks of her bra. Then his hands came forward to cup her breasts. One hand stroked her nipple while he dropped the other hand to her waist. Without taking his eyes off her he unfastened the button and pulled down the zip in one swift movement. "But there's something else we have to do first."
"Definitely," she said. She wiggled out of the bra and the blouse. Then she lay back, shifting her hips to push down her jeans. Harry pulled them off the rest of the way. He slid his hands back up her legs, pushing them apart as he went. Finding the swollen nub of her clit, he fondled it over her cotton knickers. She moaned as the pleasure shuddered through her limbs.
He peeled away the elastic at her thighs and brushed over her damp curls before he slid one finger inside her folds. He kissed her neck, fastening his lips to the middle of her throat while he continued to grind the heel of his hand around her clit. She clenched urgently. "Harry..."
"Ssh," he whispered. She felt him tickle her entrance, murmuring her name as he moved inside her smoothly. Ginny curled her leg around his waist, raising her hips and thrusting them forward to give him better access. The fabric of his shirt slid roughly across the smooth skin of her stomach. His mouth latched onto her left breast. She timed her fingers on her clit, rolling it with the strokes of his tongue.
Their hips rolled together, pushing back into each other. Harry moved on top of her, climbing over the table to rest his weight on her. He smelled of ink, parchment, sweat, and something all his own - like fresh grass, wood and rain all at once. She inhaled, filling her lungs while he buried himself to the hilt, lifting her bum off the table. His movements were rough and insistent, like when they were teenagers sneaking away to the broom shed at the Burrow or to the orchard.
"You're always so tight," he murmured. His lips moved across her collar bone and up her neck, teasing her lips until she opened them. His mouth swallowed hers, taking the air from her lungs as he deepened the kiss.
She was free-falling now. She likened it to the feeling of rolling down a steep hill, steadily building speed with every passing moment. She brought herself back by focusing on his eyes. Harry thrust forward with focused concentration, accentuating each jerk with a low grunt.
"I love you," he said, and Ginny felt him come while the pressure built in her belly, pushing up and threatening to burst. She screamed as it finally broke. Then she threaded her fingers in his hair, smoothing it out of his eyes. He smiled at her, and little rivulets of warmth spread through her veins.
"You ought to get the cloak back from James," she said. "I have a feeling we're going to need it."
*cross-posted to fics_by_llp.
Author: lunalovepotter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,301
Summary: Harry & Ginny get sidetracked while debating the best way to discipline their son.
Notes: Written for the January challenge at catchmysnitch : Invisibility Cloak. Thanks to my great beta the_vixxmeister. :)
Ginny sighed as she read the letter from Hogwarts detailing her oldest son's latest escapade, this time involving Harry's invisibility cloak. In all the confusion that came with the first day of school James managed to nick it from the drawer in Harry's study. He rewarded himself by shirking History of Magic to snog his girlfriend Lucy McAvoy behind the greenhouses, where he was subsequently caught by Professor Longbottom.
Harry Apparated in from work a minute later. "Bloody brutal day. I thought I'd never get out of there. What's that?" he asked, indicating the note. He shrugged off his cloak and levitated it to the hook by the door. Then he stepped out of his boots.
"Take a guess," Ginny answered. She held the note out toward him with her lips pursed in a straight line.
Harry sighed with exasperation. "Not again?"
"I'm afraid your son is up to his old tricks."
Harry exhaled slowly, rifling his fingers through his hair. He took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose right between his eyes. "Funny how he's always my son when he's in trouble, and our son when he's been good," he remarked dryly.
"Well he doesn't get this from me. Even Fred and George weren't this bad at Hogwarts."
"All right then, what did he do this time?" Harry took the note and sank into a kitchen chair while she stood over him with her arms folded.
"Took time off from class to snog his girlfriend. Fortunately it was Neville that caught him so he got off with a warning, which is far less than he deserves. I think Neville's being too lenient on James because of who he is," she added with concern.
Harry's eyes darted back and forth across the parchment. He looked up. "Honestly I don't know how James could have gotten the cloak out of that drawer. I put heavy-grade locking charms on it, the sort I use to test my Auror trainees." He sighed, but then his mouth twitched before finally giving way to a full-on grin.
"What's so funny?" Ginny said.
"I have to say I admire our son's determination," he said.
Ginny arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Determination?"
"Gin, love, do you have any idea what it's like to be a teenage boy?" Harry sidled over and put his arms around her waist.
"Well, no..."
"We're a walking mess of hormones. We'll do anything to get girls, even if it means breaking a thousand locking charms." Harry stroked her back, threading his fingers through her hair. His touch sent ripples of warmth down her back, merging in her belly and between her legs. "Believe me, those are not easy charms to break, either."
"So you're not the least bit concerned that your son broke into your study and stole something?" Ginny raised her eyes to his. Despite herself, her nipples rose, scratching against the stretchy fabric of her bra.
"Of course I'm concerned, and I will talk to him. But I do know how James is feeling about now. That girl must be somone pretty special for him to have gone to all that trouble."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I felt the same way about his mum." His hands curled around her bum, kneading it gently. His stiffness moved against her thigh. "I'm sure I would've done the same for you. In fact, I know I would have." His voice was low and raspy. "It would have been worth any punishment just to be able to kiss you."
"Harry, you're changing the subject," Ginny persisted.
"That's the idea." Harry's mouth ghosted over her throat, travelling up along her jaw before catching her lips in a feathery kiss. Her mouth responded, seeking his while her hands moved up into his messy black hair. Harry pulled her up roughly, hitching her leg over his waist. Then he slid his hands into the waist of her jeans, down over her knickers, and any coherent thought all but evaporated. Harry backed her into the table, placing her on the edge. He fit himself between her legs, and her hands went to his waist to undo the zip.
"We're not done talking about this," Ginny said.
"Of course not." Harry kissed her delicately, trailing his fingers along her jaw and down her front where he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Smoothing away the fabric he stroked her right nipple through her bra.
Ginny arched her back to feed her breast to his hand. "We'll have to punish him," she said in a throaty voice, as she pushed down his trousers. She tucked her fingers into the opening of his boxers, curling them around his stiffening penis. His trousers slipped down, pooling at his feet. He stepped out of them.
"Sweet Merlin.Yes we will." Reaching behind her, he unclasped the hooks of her bra. Then his hands came forward to cup her breasts. One hand stroked her nipple while he dropped the other hand to her waist. Without taking his eyes off her he unfastened the button and pulled down the zip in one swift movement. "But there's something else we have to do first."
"Definitely," she said. She wiggled out of the bra and the blouse. Then she lay back, shifting her hips to push down her jeans. Harry pulled them off the rest of the way. He slid his hands back up her legs, pushing them apart as he went. Finding the swollen nub of her clit, he fondled it over her cotton knickers. She moaned as the pleasure shuddered through her limbs.
He peeled away the elastic at her thighs and brushed over her damp curls before he slid one finger inside her folds. He kissed her neck, fastening his lips to the middle of her throat while he continued to grind the heel of his hand around her clit. She clenched urgently. "Harry..."
"Ssh," he whispered. She felt him tickle her entrance, murmuring her name as he moved inside her smoothly. Ginny curled her leg around his waist, raising her hips and thrusting them forward to give him better access. The fabric of his shirt slid roughly across the smooth skin of her stomach. His mouth latched onto her left breast. She timed her fingers on her clit, rolling it with the strokes of his tongue.
Their hips rolled together, pushing back into each other. Harry moved on top of her, climbing over the table to rest his weight on her. He smelled of ink, parchment, sweat, and something all his own - like fresh grass, wood and rain all at once. She inhaled, filling her lungs while he buried himself to the hilt, lifting her bum off the table. His movements were rough and insistent, like when they were teenagers sneaking away to the broom shed at the Burrow or to the orchard.
"You're always so tight," he murmured. His lips moved across her collar bone and up her neck, teasing her lips until she opened them. His mouth swallowed hers, taking the air from her lungs as he deepened the kiss.
She was free-falling now. She likened it to the feeling of rolling down a steep hill, steadily building speed with every passing moment. She brought herself back by focusing on his eyes. Harry thrust forward with focused concentration, accentuating each jerk with a low grunt.
"I love you," he said, and Ginny felt him come while the pressure built in her belly, pushing up and threatening to burst. She screamed as it finally broke. Then she threaded her fingers in his hair, smoothing it out of his eyes. He smiled at her, and little rivulets of warmth spread through her veins.
"You ought to get the cloak back from James," she said. "I have a feeling we're going to need it."
*cross-posted to fics_by_llp.