FIC--Pulling Strings--OBHWF
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ficsbydeenasTitle: Pulling Strings
Parings: Harry & Ginny, Ron & Hermione, Bill & OFC
Rating: PG13
Words: 2457
Betas: Christina,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
browneydweasley, redhot_witch, miss_elisha
Summary: Harry has always had a knack for pulling strings…romantic and political.
~*~
Pulling Strings
~*~
He’s dripping wet. He runs his hands through his hair as he walks toward me, his chest hair plastered against his lean body.
He sees me and smiles. He wears a wicked smile and it always takes my breath away. My body tells me what I want before I even know it.
He stands beside me, his nipples hard, like my own. My eyes drift down his body, settling on the trunks that do absolutely nothing to hide what’s on his mind. Regrettably, I tear my eyes away to look up at him and beg him silently to take me somewhere else and make me scream his name.
“What’s on your mind?” Harry asks with a cocky smirk. Silly man. He knows.
“You,” I say as I trace one of his puckered nipples, eliciting a hiss from his lips. “Merlin, do we have to stay here much longer? My family’s wearing on my nerves.”
He chuckles. “Perhaps I should make you wait.” He inches his face closer to mine, bringing his lips a mere breath away from mine. “It’s always better when I make you wait.”
“You’re a tease, Harry.” I stand on my tiptoe, finding his plump lips with mine, silencing rather effectively. His wet hands grip my waist and pull me toward him, pressing my belly to his. My knees turn into jelly and I feel myself melt into him. Just like always. No matter how long we’ve been together, it’s always the same: he makes me weak and I gladly acquiesce.
Time and space fade away as we continue to kiss, hands going places they never should on a public beach with ones family standing nearby. I try to get closer to him, hooking my leg around his hip and causing him to whimper in the process. He’s radiating lust. For me. Always, only for me.
“Hem, hem,” comes a sound from behind me. My eyes, which are focused solely on Harry, come out of their tunnel vision only to find Charlie looking cross and highly annoyed. “Uh, perhaps you should take it inside. I’ve never seen Mum look so embarrassed. Strangers are staring.” Sure enough, the other beachcombers are looking at Harry and me.
“Sorry, Charlie,” Harry mutters.
“Sure,” Charlie answers. “And Harry?” Their eyes meet, Harry’s full of questions. “I’d tie my sister’s top if I were you.”
Looking down, I finally notice that indeed, the strings at my back have been untied and my breasts are covered only because his skilled fingers hadn’t yet reached my neck. I reach back to tie the strings, giggling in the process while Charlie whispers in Harry’s ear something that causes Harry’s eyes to widen and his hands to immediately cover his groin. With a wicked smirk, Charlie walks back to the cabana and joins Fred and George, both having insanely wide grins on their faces.
“So, Gin, shall we pick up where we left off?” His hands move over my back again and he dips his fingers inside the fabric of the bikini bottom.
“Did you not hear what my brother said?”
“I don’t care. You’re my wife and seeing you with all these strings just begging to be untied is a temptation I can’t resist.” His lips nuzzle my neck, the place he knows drives me crazy. I feel his desire return, as well as my own.
I whisper incoherently, not sure if I’m saying anything at all while his lips continue to kiss, suck and lick their way across, over, and down my neck. “Go. Now. Inside.”
“As you wish,” he says softly, taking my hand in his, leading me away from the beach, my family and the strangers. I follow him into our bungalow, not bothering to close the door behind us. He pulls the strings of my bikini, leaving the pieces on the floor. I return the favour with the drawstring of his yellow trunks (the ones with the black Golden Snitches) watching them pool at his feet on the floor.
~*~
When I had first heard the news that we would be going to New Zealand for Christmas, I was thrilled. A warm Christmas was something I’d never experienced before. I had dreamt of days lazing in bed with my husband and not getting out of it except to pee and eat. Well, maybe not eat. I wasn’t expecting him, however, to tell me that my entire family would be going along with us. He had arranged for bungalows for everyone and even hired nannies for all the little ones. It was his Christmas present to us all. I had been angry at first, since we had never had a proper honeymoon; we’d married shortly after I finished Hogwarts due to the fact that I was pregnant and a mere three months after, we were parents to a lovely little girl named Clarissa, who was now two years old. I loved my daughter and I adored my husband, but time alone with him never amounted to more than a few hours here and there.
Then, I had thought about my parents. They’d never had a honeymoon, either. They had married in the middle of a war and had seven children. Living in their house, I had known first hand that they never had that much time alone.
Then I had thought about my brother Bill. He and Fleur had been like my parents, married in the midst of war and they’d each been stubborn enough not to care about the consequences. And consequences there were. Fleur had died shortly after Clarissa was born, leaving Bill broken-hearted and a shell of his former self. He had never regretted marrying the woman he loved so quickly. Or the short amount of time they had together.
Harry, of course, had been hurt that I wasn’t nearly as excited as he had been. But once everyone had been told of the holiday, all my doubts drifted away at having seen the looks of delight and happiness on the faces of my parents, brothers and sisters-in-law. They all had deserved this and the fact that my husband was willing to do this for my family, his family, made my heart swell with pride and love for the man he had become.
When we all had arrived at the seaside resort, we had made a habit of spending nearly all day at the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the waves crashing against our skin as we played in the water. The cabana along the shore had become a gathering point for the Weasley extended family and even though everyone was nearby, I knew for a fact that Ron and Hermione had escaped more than once inside that cabana to enjoy a little tryst, thereby having got away from their twins. I’d had the misfortune of walking by the tent and noticed, most unfortunately, that they had forgotten to place the charms that normally would hide the noises of those particular activities.
A few days after we arrived, we all had been having dinner at a restaurant in town when out of nowhere had come Samantha Aberdeen, an old girlfriend of Bill’s. Despite Bill’s scars and his constant surly look, Samantha had recognized him and the two of them had reconnected as if they had never been apart. Samantha had been married, like Bill, and her husband had died in a magical accident. It was kismet. The two of them had become inseparable, and the joy and light had finally returned to Bill’s face. The coincidence of them being in the same place and having both been widowed never struck any of us as odd. It was simply fate.
~*~
“Harry?” I ask him, my head on his chest. “What did you do with Bill?” I feel his body stiffen and he turns to the side, dislodging me from my spot on his chest.
“What? What do you mean?” His glasses are still on the bedside table, allowing me full access to his eyes. When he lies, his pupils dilate. “I didn’t do anything,” he answers dispassionately. He’s lying.
“Samantha. It’s more than a coincidence, Harry.” He narrows his eyes at me. “You set them up.” I smile at him, letting him know that it’s okay with me.
I watch Harry as he falls back onto the mattress, a wide smile forming on his lips. “Fine, I admit it. I met her in Wales while I was there on assignment. I mentioned that I was married to you and then she started talking about Bill.” Harry sits up against the headboard and pulls me back against his chest. “She lost her husband over five years ago. They’d only been married two years and she moved to Auckland to get away from the memories.”
“Then what did you do?” I begin tracing his nipples, watching them harden from my touch.
“I mentioned that we were going there on holiday and asked if she’d like to see Bill again.” I open my mouth to speak, but he places his finger on my lips. “I told her about the attack and the scarring on his face. You know what she told me?” I shake my head. “She said, ‘Bill’s more than good looks and great hair. He’s the most caring bloke I’ve ever known and to think of him still so sad after losing his wife is a waste of a life. She would have wanted him to move on.’ So I decided to reintroduce them. A little more love in the world never hurt anyone.”
I sniff away the tears that roll down my cheeks and smile up at the man who changed my life in so many ways, along with the lives of everyone in my family. He gives so much of himself and never wants anything in return. That’s one of the reasons I love him. The fact that he’s great in bed doesn’t hurt, either. He wipes away the leftover tears that linger on my cheek with the pad of his thumb and kisses the top of my head.
“S’okay, Ginny.” He pulls me closer and rolls onto his back until I lay across him. “Is it time to get back or do you think Clarissa would like to spend more time with Uncle Fred and Uncle George?”
~*~
Percy had died in the war. He had spied for the Order of the Phoenix, keeping a close watch on those in the Ministry. He was good at it, too. No one had ever known until a year after his death.
Percy had been placed in the Ministry by Dumbledore himself, and had readily accepted the challenge. His acting skills had fooled everyone and in the process, unfortunately, had broken our mother’s heart. However, it needed to be done. Percy’s work allowed the Order to break up the Death Eater’s control over certain key parts of the Ministry. Dolores Umbridge, for example, had been a plant by Voldemort himself and had worked tirelessly to get Harry expelled from Hogwarts, discredited and killed. But with Percy’s undercover work, she was flushed out and revealed the Dark Lord’s plans under the effects of Veritaserum. Percy, of course, had appeared as shocked and bewildered as anyone at being taken in by the woman.
None of this, however, was known until Percy’s journals were unearthed from his vault at Gringotts. As per his instructions, a letter had been delivered to my parents, explaining his work and the details needed to access his vault. Several volumes of notes were retrieved and these notes led to more arrests. My mother had cried for Percy: for the man he would never become and the boy he used to be, for the spy he was, for the work he did to help the cause. Most of all, though, I think she had cried because of the time she lost with her son, the one who had more promise than all the others.
~*~
Everyone is quiet as we enjoy our final breakfast in New Zealand. Mum and Dad quietly discuss the plans for our departure and arrival back home; Fred and George entertain Clarissa along with Daniel and Rupert, Ron and Hermione’s twins; Bill and Samantha’s fingers are entwined, resting on the table as they chat with Charlie and Harry. My husband does good work.
Someone clears their throat and I look up to see a porter from the resort handing something to my father and mother. With a slight bow, he leaves the table while we all look around in wonder.
Blue, brown and green eyes stare at the package as my father opens the envelope and begins to read the cover letter. I notice my father’s eyes tear up behind his glasses and he hands the letter over to my mother. Her eyes well up as well.
“Mum? Dad?” Charlie asks, putting a hand on Mum’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“Percy…” Dad begins as he wipes his nose with his sleeve. “Order of Merlin. First Class.” A collective gasp erupts from the table and I see more tears form, not only in the eyes of my parents, but also in the eyes of my brothers. “And…a…a scholar…” He stops amid tears and sobs.
“A scholarship.” Harry completes for Dad. “The Percival Weasley Achievement Award, given to the Hogwarts student scoring the highest on NEWT exams. They can study anywhere in the world at no cost.” My mouth drops upon hearing this. I look over at Harry. He folds his hands neatly on the table and looks over at Mum and Dad with a smile.
“You…” Through my tears, I see Harry’s smile broaden. “Harry…”
“I convinced the Minister. He deserves it. He did so much for us all and it’s time the rest of the world knew it as well.” Mum nearly leaps across the table and swallows Harry up in a bear hug to end all bear hugs. “Happy Christmas, Molly.”
~*~
I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile. I haven’t felt this good in ages and it’s all because of Harry.
Tonight, we’re going to Bill and Samantha’s engagement party. This afternoon, we were at Hogwarts to present the very first Percival Weasley Achievement Award and tonight, I will tell Harry that we have indeed succeeded in our task of making Clarissa a big sister.
My smile grows as I smooth the fabric of my wrap dress across my abdomen, resting my hands momentarily over the secret that lies within. I feel giddy and let out a laugh that echoes in our bedroom. I tighten the strings of the wrap dress, knowing wholeheartedly, that Harry will again pull some strings tonight.
Parings: Harry & Ginny, Ron & Hermione, Bill & OFC
Rating: PG13
Words: 2457
Betas: Christina,
browneydweasley, redhot_witch, miss_elisha Summary: Harry has always had a knack for pulling strings…romantic and political.
Pulling Strings
~*~
He’s dripping wet. He runs his hands through his hair as he walks toward me, his chest hair plastered against his lean body.
He sees me and smiles. He wears a wicked smile and it always takes my breath away. My body tells me what I want before I even know it.
He stands beside me, his nipples hard, like my own. My eyes drift down his body, settling on the trunks that do absolutely nothing to hide what’s on his mind. Regrettably, I tear my eyes away to look up at him and beg him silently to take me somewhere else and make me scream his name.
“What’s on your mind?” Harry asks with a cocky smirk. Silly man. He knows.
“You,” I say as I trace one of his puckered nipples, eliciting a hiss from his lips. “Merlin, do we have to stay here much longer? My family’s wearing on my nerves.”
He chuckles. “Perhaps I should make you wait.” He inches his face closer to mine, bringing his lips a mere breath away from mine. “It’s always better when I make you wait.”
“You’re a tease, Harry.” I stand on my tiptoe, finding his plump lips with mine, silencing rather effectively. His wet hands grip my waist and pull me toward him, pressing my belly to his. My knees turn into jelly and I feel myself melt into him. Just like always. No matter how long we’ve been together, it’s always the same: he makes me weak and I gladly acquiesce.
Time and space fade away as we continue to kiss, hands going places they never should on a public beach with ones family standing nearby. I try to get closer to him, hooking my leg around his hip and causing him to whimper in the process. He’s radiating lust. For me. Always, only for me.
“Hem, hem,” comes a sound from behind me. My eyes, which are focused solely on Harry, come out of their tunnel vision only to find Charlie looking cross and highly annoyed. “Uh, perhaps you should take it inside. I’ve never seen Mum look so embarrassed. Strangers are staring.” Sure enough, the other beachcombers are looking at Harry and me.
“Sorry, Charlie,” Harry mutters.
“Sure,” Charlie answers. “And Harry?” Their eyes meet, Harry’s full of questions. “I’d tie my sister’s top if I were you.”
Looking down, I finally notice that indeed, the strings at my back have been untied and my breasts are covered only because his skilled fingers hadn’t yet reached my neck. I reach back to tie the strings, giggling in the process while Charlie whispers in Harry’s ear something that causes Harry’s eyes to widen and his hands to immediately cover his groin. With a wicked smirk, Charlie walks back to the cabana and joins Fred and George, both having insanely wide grins on their faces.
“So, Gin, shall we pick up where we left off?” His hands move over my back again and he dips his fingers inside the fabric of the bikini bottom.
“Did you not hear what my brother said?”
“I don’t care. You’re my wife and seeing you with all these strings just begging to be untied is a temptation I can’t resist.” His lips nuzzle my neck, the place he knows drives me crazy. I feel his desire return, as well as my own.
I whisper incoherently, not sure if I’m saying anything at all while his lips continue to kiss, suck and lick their way across, over, and down my neck. “Go. Now. Inside.”
“As you wish,” he says softly, taking my hand in his, leading me away from the beach, my family and the strangers. I follow him into our bungalow, not bothering to close the door behind us. He pulls the strings of my bikini, leaving the pieces on the floor. I return the favour with the drawstring of his yellow trunks (the ones with the black Golden Snitches) watching them pool at his feet on the floor.
When I had first heard the news that we would be going to New Zealand for Christmas, I was thrilled. A warm Christmas was something I’d never experienced before. I had dreamt of days lazing in bed with my husband and not getting out of it except to pee and eat. Well, maybe not eat. I wasn’t expecting him, however, to tell me that my entire family would be going along with us. He had arranged for bungalows for everyone and even hired nannies for all the little ones. It was his Christmas present to us all. I had been angry at first, since we had never had a proper honeymoon; we’d married shortly after I finished Hogwarts due to the fact that I was pregnant and a mere three months after, we were parents to a lovely little girl named Clarissa, who was now two years old. I loved my daughter and I adored my husband, but time alone with him never amounted to more than a few hours here and there.
Then, I had thought about my parents. They’d never had a honeymoon, either. They had married in the middle of a war and had seven children. Living in their house, I had known first hand that they never had that much time alone.
Then I had thought about my brother Bill. He and Fleur had been like my parents, married in the midst of war and they’d each been stubborn enough not to care about the consequences. And consequences there were. Fleur had died shortly after Clarissa was born, leaving Bill broken-hearted and a shell of his former self. He had never regretted marrying the woman he loved so quickly. Or the short amount of time they had together.
Harry, of course, had been hurt that I wasn’t nearly as excited as he had been. But once everyone had been told of the holiday, all my doubts drifted away at having seen the looks of delight and happiness on the faces of my parents, brothers and sisters-in-law. They all had deserved this and the fact that my husband was willing to do this for my family, his family, made my heart swell with pride and love for the man he had become.
When we all had arrived at the seaside resort, we had made a habit of spending nearly all day at the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the waves crashing against our skin as we played in the water. The cabana along the shore had become a gathering point for the Weasley extended family and even though everyone was nearby, I knew for a fact that Ron and Hermione had escaped more than once inside that cabana to enjoy a little tryst, thereby having got away from their twins. I’d had the misfortune of walking by the tent and noticed, most unfortunately, that they had forgotten to place the charms that normally would hide the noises of those particular activities.
A few days after we arrived, we all had been having dinner at a restaurant in town when out of nowhere had come Samantha Aberdeen, an old girlfriend of Bill’s. Despite Bill’s scars and his constant surly look, Samantha had recognized him and the two of them had reconnected as if they had never been apart. Samantha had been married, like Bill, and her husband had died in a magical accident. It was kismet. The two of them had become inseparable, and the joy and light had finally returned to Bill’s face. The coincidence of them being in the same place and having both been widowed never struck any of us as odd. It was simply fate.
“Harry?” I ask him, my head on his chest. “What did you do with Bill?” I feel his body stiffen and he turns to the side, dislodging me from my spot on his chest.
“What? What do you mean?” His glasses are still on the bedside table, allowing me full access to his eyes. When he lies, his pupils dilate. “I didn’t do anything,” he answers dispassionately. He’s lying.
“Samantha. It’s more than a coincidence, Harry.” He narrows his eyes at me. “You set them up.” I smile at him, letting him know that it’s okay with me.
I watch Harry as he falls back onto the mattress, a wide smile forming on his lips. “Fine, I admit it. I met her in Wales while I was there on assignment. I mentioned that I was married to you and then she started talking about Bill.” Harry sits up against the headboard and pulls me back against his chest. “She lost her husband over five years ago. They’d only been married two years and she moved to Auckland to get away from the memories.”
“Then what did you do?” I begin tracing his nipples, watching them harden from my touch.
“I mentioned that we were going there on holiday and asked if she’d like to see Bill again.” I open my mouth to speak, but he places his finger on my lips. “I told her about the attack and the scarring on his face. You know what she told me?” I shake my head. “She said, ‘Bill’s more than good looks and great hair. He’s the most caring bloke I’ve ever known and to think of him still so sad after losing his wife is a waste of a life. She would have wanted him to move on.’ So I decided to reintroduce them. A little more love in the world never hurt anyone.”
I sniff away the tears that roll down my cheeks and smile up at the man who changed my life in so many ways, along with the lives of everyone in my family. He gives so much of himself and never wants anything in return. That’s one of the reasons I love him. The fact that he’s great in bed doesn’t hurt, either. He wipes away the leftover tears that linger on my cheek with the pad of his thumb and kisses the top of my head.
“S’okay, Ginny.” He pulls me closer and rolls onto his back until I lay across him. “Is it time to get back or do you think Clarissa would like to spend more time with Uncle Fred and Uncle George?”
Percy had died in the war. He had spied for the Order of the Phoenix, keeping a close watch on those in the Ministry. He was good at it, too. No one had ever known until a year after his death.
Percy had been placed in the Ministry by Dumbledore himself, and had readily accepted the challenge. His acting skills had fooled everyone and in the process, unfortunately, had broken our mother’s heart. However, it needed to be done. Percy’s work allowed the Order to break up the Death Eater’s control over certain key parts of the Ministry. Dolores Umbridge, for example, had been a plant by Voldemort himself and had worked tirelessly to get Harry expelled from Hogwarts, discredited and killed. But with Percy’s undercover work, she was flushed out and revealed the Dark Lord’s plans under the effects of Veritaserum. Percy, of course, had appeared as shocked and bewildered as anyone at being taken in by the woman.
None of this, however, was known until Percy’s journals were unearthed from his vault at Gringotts. As per his instructions, a letter had been delivered to my parents, explaining his work and the details needed to access his vault. Several volumes of notes were retrieved and these notes led to more arrests. My mother had cried for Percy: for the man he would never become and the boy he used to be, for the spy he was, for the work he did to help the cause. Most of all, though, I think she had cried because of the time she lost with her son, the one who had more promise than all the others.
Everyone is quiet as we enjoy our final breakfast in New Zealand. Mum and Dad quietly discuss the plans for our departure and arrival back home; Fred and George entertain Clarissa along with Daniel and Rupert, Ron and Hermione’s twins; Bill and Samantha’s fingers are entwined, resting on the table as they chat with Charlie and Harry. My husband does good work.
Someone clears their throat and I look up to see a porter from the resort handing something to my father and mother. With a slight bow, he leaves the table while we all look around in wonder.
Blue, brown and green eyes stare at the package as my father opens the envelope and begins to read the cover letter. I notice my father’s eyes tear up behind his glasses and he hands the letter over to my mother. Her eyes well up as well.
“Mum? Dad?” Charlie asks, putting a hand on Mum’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“Percy…” Dad begins as he wipes his nose with his sleeve. “Order of Merlin. First Class.” A collective gasp erupts from the table and I see more tears form, not only in the eyes of my parents, but also in the eyes of my brothers. “And…a…a scholar…” He stops amid tears and sobs.
“A scholarship.” Harry completes for Dad. “The Percival Weasley Achievement Award, given to the Hogwarts student scoring the highest on NEWT exams. They can study anywhere in the world at no cost.” My mouth drops upon hearing this. I look over at Harry. He folds his hands neatly on the table and looks over at Mum and Dad with a smile.
“You…” Through my tears, I see Harry’s smile broaden. “Harry…”
“I convinced the Minister. He deserves it. He did so much for us all and it’s time the rest of the world knew it as well.” Mum nearly leaps across the table and swallows Harry up in a bear hug to end all bear hugs. “Happy Christmas, Molly.”
I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile. I haven’t felt this good in ages and it’s all because of Harry.
Tonight, we’re going to Bill and Samantha’s engagement party. This afternoon, we were at Hogwarts to present the very first Percival Weasley Achievement Award and tonight, I will tell Harry that we have indeed succeeded in our task of making Clarissa a big sister.
My smile grows as I smooth the fabric of my wrap dress across my abdomen, resting my hands momentarily over the secret that lies within. I feel giddy and let out a laugh that echoes in our bedroom. I tighten the strings of the wrap dress, knowing wholeheartedly, that Harry will again pull some strings tonight.
