HG_silver lining Fic Challenge - R - The Last Reunion
Title: The Last Reunion
Pen Name: lyras
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: Just under 1500
Rating: R
Genre: Romance?
Song Lyrics: All these days I spend away/I'll make up for this I swear/I need your love to hold me up/When it's all too much to bear. Landing in London - 3 Doors Down
Summary: Reunited after a two-week separation, Harry and Ginny have some sex issues to discuss.
A/N: Thanks to r_becca for beta-reading! This is a little lighter than my usual fare, and I hope people enjoy reading.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and AOL Time Warner, and have been used without permission. Rights to these characters and their images is neither claimed nor implied. It is not endorsed by any of the aforementioned parties.
All recognizable characters, song lyrics, settings, and ideas not associated with the world of Harry Potter remain the property of their respective owners and all original characters, situations, places and ideas are the sole property of their creators. Original content viewed here may not be used without their permission.
This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
ENGLAND QUIDDITCH STARS FLY HOME
The England Quidditch team were mobbed following their victory flight across the English Channel yesterday afternoon. Among the friends and relatives waiting to celebrate qualifying for the World Cup final was the fiancé of star chaser Ginny Weasley, or, as he is better known, Harry Potter.
The couple looked overjoyed to be reunited as they were hurried to the official party by coaching staff. Turn to the back page for player profiles, a full semi-final match report and strategic analysis.
"Two...weeks," muttered Ginny between kisses, "I can't...believe...Wood...made us all wait...two...weeks."
"He always was a sadist," Harry said, angling his head to kiss her neck and running his fingertips over the buttons of her robes.
"Yeah, well," Ginny said and groaned. "Damn, I want to touch you, and I can't do that here." She glanced around. They were in the corridor that led out of the function room; it was currently empty, but unlikely to remain that way.
"I suppose we have to stay a bit longer?" Harry said wistfully. His hands were roving up and down her body in a way that brought home exactly how much she'd missed him.
"No," she said firmly. "No, we don't. They've had two weeks of me - I think I'm allowed a bit of privacy now."
Harry's grin transformed his face, and for once, she let him wrap his arms around her and Apparate her to their destination.
*
"Mmm," she gasped a little later, "ah. God, I needed that."
"You and me both." Harry grinned and settled her more comfortably in his lap. They'd made it as far as the sofa of their flat, and broken a couple of springs, but that could be fixed easily enough. "I couldn't believe we had to go to some stupid official party after all that time apart."
Ginny shook her head. "Sorry. Although I'm not apologising for winning the semi-final!" She grinned. "I don't suppose they'd have bothered with the official jollies if we'd lost."
He leaned back and smiled at her. "Yeah, how's it feel, Miss Quidditch World Cup Finalist?" He pretended to adjust his glasses and squinted through them. "I'd say you're looking pretty smug."
"It's not bad, I suppose," she said with attempted nonchalance. Five seconds later she was smiling hard enough to split her jaw. "Merlin's fucking beard! The Quidditch World Cup final!"
Harry could feel his erection reviving already; he pulled her close and scattered kisses across her breasts, welcoming back each freckle. "So do we get to share a tent?" he murmured. "Like at our first World Cup final?"
"Mmm," said Ginny, running her hands over his back. "I dunno about beforehand. You know what Oliver's like. But afterwards, win or lose, if you're not waiting to shag me silly in a tent near the stadium..." She glanced down and grasped his hardening cock. "There will be divorce on the cards, I tell you."
"Divorce before we're married? That's a new one."
"I will marry you specially so we can divorce," she declared. "And then..." She wriggled closer to straddle him once more. "I'll sell my story to the press."
"Oh, yeah?" he muttered as he pushed inside her again.
"Mmm," she purred. "I can just see the headlines."
"'Potter ravished me six times a night?'" Harry thrust up, and she gasped.
"Huh. No, I was thinking more like, 'Potter a slump in bed: my years of frustration'," she suggested as they began to move in rhythm.
"Ah," he gasped, "so not the true story, then."
"God, no," she groaned. "That would be far too racy for public consumption."
*
As they munched their way through bhajis and curry that evening, Ginny looked sidelong at Harry.
"Are you sure you don't mind me being away so much?"
"It's fine," Harry said. "Gives me a chance to catch up with my other girlfriends."
She poked him in the ribs. "Don't be an idiot. Anyway." She sipped her Butterbeer. "How d'you know I'm not off snogging my Quidditch boyfriend when I'm away from you?"
"Because I am your Quidditch boyfriend," Harry said smugly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. Potter, the greatest Seeker England never had since Charlie Weasley. Don't flatter yourself, darlin'."
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of lamb bhuna, and she shook her head.
"You're obviously stuffed, so I s'pose the rest of the food's mine." She levitated the carton of food over her plate and upended it. "Yum."
"Oi!" Harry dived for her and the next few minutes were consumed with tussling over the food while keeping the plate right side up. When the struggle ended, they were closely entwined on the sofa, the plate balanced between their thighs.
"I missed you," Harry murmured.
She glanced up. "I missed you, too - you sod!" He had grabbed the fork and shovelled a large amount of curry into his mouth. She snatched the fork back. "Seriously, though, I want to know. Do you mind me being away so much?"
"We'," he said indistinctly, "it's no' ezac'ly g'eat, bu'..." He chewed frantically.
"But...?"
He swallowed. "There are advantages. I mean, when's the last time we managed sex twice in a session?"
"Last time I came home from a training camp," she admitted. "OK, I'll give you that. But you're avoiding the question."
"Well," he said, "I can't exactly complain, can I?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I left you alone, all that year, while I was looking for the Horcruxes. And then afterwards, I spent three years training at all hours of the day and night, and you never once reproached me for it - never took it personally. How could I stop you now? It's your turn!"
She studied him silently. "But you're not happy."
"If you're happy, I'm happy," he said.
She allowed him to take the fork from her again, wondering how to broach the idea that had been blossoming inside her for the past fortnight.
"Maybe it's our turn."
He stared at her, fork halfway to his mouth.
"You said first it was your turn and then mine - maybe now it's ours. I mean..." She took a deep breath. "Maybe it's time for us to think about children."
The fork landed in her lap, and the plate teetered as Harry reached for her.
"Ginny...er, wow! Are you sure?"
The joy that infused his features pushed any latent doubts out of her mind. "Yeah, I am."
Still he held back, uncertain. "I know you've never wanted to be just my girlfriend, or my wife - but this would mean no more Quidditch, wouldn't it?"
"Not until after the World Cup," she snapped. "But yeah, I suppose - no more professional Quidditch. At least, not for a few years."
"And you're really sure?" His gaze seemed to rake through her mind, searching for signs, and she shook her head at him, then leaned in for a kiss.
"I've thought about it, OK? Yeah, I don't want to be just 'the wife of Harry Potter', but you know what? I do want to be your wife, and I want us to have children. Soon."
He moved the plate onto the coffee table and knelt between her legs. "Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?"
"Not nearly often enough," she retorted.
"Let me show you, then." He leaned in, and she gave herself up to the sensation - still fresh after their separation - of her lips opening against his; of their tongues darting in and out; of her skin becoming extra sensitive; of the familiar warmth inside her.
"So," he said breathlessly as her hand reached towards his crotch, "are we trying for a baby, then?"
"Maybe, yeah," she said. "We'll probably need a lot of practice, though. I mean, it takes some couples years, according to Hermione."
"Great!" he said. "That means lots of practice."
"Ha, ha. Hermione also pointed out that I have genes on my side when it comes to conceiving, and you probably do, too. Your parents weren't exactly aging when they had you, were they?"
"Hmm." He leant back anxiously. "Um, if you got pregnant now, you'd still be able to play in the Quidditch final, wouldn't you? It's only three weeks away."
"Absolutely!"
"Great," he said and grinned. "Let's get started, shall we?"
QUIDDITCH STAR'S SHOCK RETIREMENT
In a move that has shocked the sporting world, Ginny Weasley announced that she would retire from professional Quidditch after the World Cup final. She gave no reason, but a source close to Ginny and Harry says they are eager to start a family. We wish them the greatest of luck with their endeavours! Turn to page five for a retrospective of Harry and Ginny's relationship in pictures.
Pen Name: lyras
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: Just under 1500
Rating: R
Genre: Romance?
Song Lyrics: All these days I spend away/I'll make up for this I swear/I need your love to hold me up/When it's all too much to bear. Landing in London - 3 Doors Down
Summary: Reunited after a two-week separation, Harry and Ginny have some sex issues to discuss.
A/N: Thanks to r_becca for beta-reading! This is a little lighter than my usual fare, and I hope people enjoy reading.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and AOL Time Warner, and have been used without permission. Rights to these characters and their images is neither claimed nor implied. It is not endorsed by any of the aforementioned parties.
All recognizable characters, song lyrics, settings, and ideas not associated with the world of Harry Potter remain the property of their respective owners and all original characters, situations, places and ideas are the sole property of their creators. Original content viewed here may not be used without their permission.
This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
ENGLAND QUIDDITCH STARS FLY HOME
The England Quidditch team were mobbed following their victory flight across the English Channel yesterday afternoon. Among the friends and relatives waiting to celebrate qualifying for the World Cup final was the fiancé of star chaser Ginny Weasley, or, as he is better known, Harry Potter.
The couple looked overjoyed to be reunited as they were hurried to the official party by coaching staff. Turn to the back page for player profiles, a full semi-final match report and strategic analysis.
"Two...weeks," muttered Ginny between kisses, "I can't...believe...Wood...made us all wait...two...weeks."
"He always was a sadist," Harry said, angling his head to kiss her neck and running his fingertips over the buttons of her robes.
"Yeah, well," Ginny said and groaned. "Damn, I want to touch you, and I can't do that here." She glanced around. They were in the corridor that led out of the function room; it was currently empty, but unlikely to remain that way.
"I suppose we have to stay a bit longer?" Harry said wistfully. His hands were roving up and down her body in a way that brought home exactly how much she'd missed him.
"No," she said firmly. "No, we don't. They've had two weeks of me - I think I'm allowed a bit of privacy now."
Harry's grin transformed his face, and for once, she let him wrap his arms around her and Apparate her to their destination.
*
"Mmm," she gasped a little later, "ah. God, I needed that."
"You and me both." Harry grinned and settled her more comfortably in his lap. They'd made it as far as the sofa of their flat, and broken a couple of springs, but that could be fixed easily enough. "I couldn't believe we had to go to some stupid official party after all that time apart."
Ginny shook her head. "Sorry. Although I'm not apologising for winning the semi-final!" She grinned. "I don't suppose they'd have bothered with the official jollies if we'd lost."
He leaned back and smiled at her. "Yeah, how's it feel, Miss Quidditch World Cup Finalist?" He pretended to adjust his glasses and squinted through them. "I'd say you're looking pretty smug."
"It's not bad, I suppose," she said with attempted nonchalance. Five seconds later she was smiling hard enough to split her jaw. "Merlin's fucking beard! The Quidditch World Cup final!"
Harry could feel his erection reviving already; he pulled her close and scattered kisses across her breasts, welcoming back each freckle. "So do we get to share a tent?" he murmured. "Like at our first World Cup final?"
"Mmm," said Ginny, running her hands over his back. "I dunno about beforehand. You know what Oliver's like. But afterwards, win or lose, if you're not waiting to shag me silly in a tent near the stadium..." She glanced down and grasped his hardening cock. "There will be divorce on the cards, I tell you."
"Divorce before we're married? That's a new one."
"I will marry you specially so we can divorce," she declared. "And then..." She wriggled closer to straddle him once more. "I'll sell my story to the press."
"Oh, yeah?" he muttered as he pushed inside her again.
"Mmm," she purred. "I can just see the headlines."
"'Potter ravished me six times a night?'" Harry thrust up, and she gasped.
"Huh. No, I was thinking more like, 'Potter a slump in bed: my years of frustration'," she suggested as they began to move in rhythm.
"Ah," he gasped, "so not the true story, then."
"God, no," she groaned. "That would be far too racy for public consumption."
*
As they munched their way through bhajis and curry that evening, Ginny looked sidelong at Harry.
"Are you sure you don't mind me being away so much?"
"It's fine," Harry said. "Gives me a chance to catch up with my other girlfriends."
She poked him in the ribs. "Don't be an idiot. Anyway." She sipped her Butterbeer. "How d'you know I'm not off snogging my Quidditch boyfriend when I'm away from you?"
"Because I am your Quidditch boyfriend," Harry said smugly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. Potter, the greatest Seeker England never had since Charlie Weasley. Don't flatter yourself, darlin'."
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of lamb bhuna, and she shook her head.
"You're obviously stuffed, so I s'pose the rest of the food's mine." She levitated the carton of food over her plate and upended it. "Yum."
"Oi!" Harry dived for her and the next few minutes were consumed with tussling over the food while keeping the plate right side up. When the struggle ended, they were closely entwined on the sofa, the plate balanced between their thighs.
"I missed you," Harry murmured.
She glanced up. "I missed you, too - you sod!" He had grabbed the fork and shovelled a large amount of curry into his mouth. She snatched the fork back. "Seriously, though, I want to know. Do you mind me being away so much?"
"We'," he said indistinctly, "it's no' ezac'ly g'eat, bu'..." He chewed frantically.
"But...?"
He swallowed. "There are advantages. I mean, when's the last time we managed sex twice in a session?"
"Last time I came home from a training camp," she admitted. "OK, I'll give you that. But you're avoiding the question."
"Well," he said, "I can't exactly complain, can I?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I left you alone, all that year, while I was looking for the Horcruxes. And then afterwards, I spent three years training at all hours of the day and night, and you never once reproached me for it - never took it personally. How could I stop you now? It's your turn!"
She studied him silently. "But you're not happy."
"If you're happy, I'm happy," he said.
She allowed him to take the fork from her again, wondering how to broach the idea that had been blossoming inside her for the past fortnight.
"Maybe it's our turn."
He stared at her, fork halfway to his mouth.
"You said first it was your turn and then mine - maybe now it's ours. I mean..." She took a deep breath. "Maybe it's time for us to think about children."
The fork landed in her lap, and the plate teetered as Harry reached for her.
"Ginny...er, wow! Are you sure?"
The joy that infused his features pushed any latent doubts out of her mind. "Yeah, I am."
Still he held back, uncertain. "I know you've never wanted to be just my girlfriend, or my wife - but this would mean no more Quidditch, wouldn't it?"
"Not until after the World Cup," she snapped. "But yeah, I suppose - no more professional Quidditch. At least, not for a few years."
"And you're really sure?" His gaze seemed to rake through her mind, searching for signs, and she shook her head at him, then leaned in for a kiss.
"I've thought about it, OK? Yeah, I don't want to be just 'the wife of Harry Potter', but you know what? I do want to be your wife, and I want us to have children. Soon."
He moved the plate onto the coffee table and knelt between her legs. "Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?"
"Not nearly often enough," she retorted.
"Let me show you, then." He leaned in, and she gave herself up to the sensation - still fresh after their separation - of her lips opening against his; of their tongues darting in and out; of her skin becoming extra sensitive; of the familiar warmth inside her.
"So," he said breathlessly as her hand reached towards his crotch, "are we trying for a baby, then?"
"Maybe, yeah," she said. "We'll probably need a lot of practice, though. I mean, it takes some couples years, according to Hermione."
"Great!" he said. "That means lots of practice."
"Ha, ha. Hermione also pointed out that I have genes on my side when it comes to conceiving, and you probably do, too. Your parents weren't exactly aging when they had you, were they?"
"Hmm." He leant back anxiously. "Um, if you got pregnant now, you'd still be able to play in the Quidditch final, wouldn't you? It's only three weeks away."
"Absolutely!"
"Great," he said and grinned. "Let's get started, shall we?"
QUIDDITCH STAR'S SHOCK RETIREMENT
In a move that has shocked the sporting world, Ginny Weasley announced that she would retire from professional Quidditch after the World Cup final. She gave no reason, but a source close to Ginny and Harry says they are eager to start a family. We wish them the greatest of luck with their endeavours! Turn to page five for a retrospective of Harry and Ginny's relationship in pictures.