FIC--Making Love

[ficsbydeenas]

Title: Making Love
Rating: R
Words: 4526
Summary: Couples "make love" all the time, but there really is only one time when love is truly made…
Betas: miss_elisha and belladonna_tb
Author's Note: This was written as a baby gift for potterfriendz, as she is expecting a baby this fall. It was supposed to be a pregnant!Ginny story with lots of smut, but I gave up writing smut for Lent, so this is what I came up with.




Making Love




Their breathing was heavy as they lay on the bed, their arms wrapped around the other and legs intertwined, holding on to their intimate embrace as long as possible. The sheet was barely covering their bodies, having been kicked away as they made love.

"I love you, Harry," Ginny panted into his ear and licked the outer shell with the tip of her tongue.

"You…are insatiable." Harry groaned as Ginny began sucking on his earlobe and then blowing lightly, making him shiver and want her again.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and flipped them over so she was looking down at him, smiling slyly.

"Is that a complaint, old timer?"

To further drive him mad, she began wiggling her hips over his. The moisture from their coupling provided a delicious sensation that went straight to Harry's groin.

"I hardly think that twenty-five is old," he shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh you are. You're a cradle-robber, Potter. I'm only twenty-three."

Harry's hands began stroking the fullness of her arse, slowly making her feel the sensations he felt.

"For only eleven days, m'dear. What would you like for your birthday?"

His hands went to cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking the nipples until they were hard and begging for his mouth's attention.

"Hmm…lemme think," she whispered, still moving her hips against his. "I think I'd like the same thing you got for your birthday."

He sat up and pulled her tightly to him. "You are so easy to shop for."

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Standing under the hot spray of the shower didn't help relieve the pain in her chest. Her breasts ached and felt heavy, and no amount of analgesic potions seemed to make the pain lessen.

"Ginny? You still in the shower?" Harry asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

She turned toward his voice and saw the blurry image of him walking into the bathroom and stripping off his clothing. The door swung open and he climbed in with her and gave her a kiss before reaching for the flannel.

"Sophie's in bed…"

She couldn't miss the suggestive tone in his voice.

"Harry…I'm sorry," she said pitifully, fighting the urge to comply with his desires.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her. "You didn't look too well this morning, either." His voice trailed off as he began running the flannel over his torso, making bubbles form on his skin.

"I dunno, Harry. Maybe just a bug I picked up from Sophie," she said idly. "You want to wash my back?"

Harry gladly complied with her request and began sweeping the soapy flannel over her skin, making her feel desire despite what she had told him earlier. One of his hands came around from the back and brushed across her breast, a motion which normally made her weak in the knees now made her wince in pain.

"Ow," she groaned, stepping away from him and placing her arms lightly across her chest. "I…I think I'm done, Harry." Ginny opened the door of the shower and stepped out, hastily wrapping a fluffy towel around her, careful not to wrap it too tightly.

Once inside the bedroom, she stood in front of the mirror and let the towel drop to her waist and looked at her breasts with mixed emotions. Her breasts appeared and felt fuller than normal. Her nipples were more pronounced as well. With a heavy sigh, she ticked off a list of things that had been running through her mind for the last few days. Satisfied with her conclusion, she pulled a nightdress over her head before climbing into bed to wait for Harry.

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"Gin? Gin? Ginny!"

Her eyes sprung open and she saw Harry standing in front of her with a very grimy Sophie in his arms. She frantically looked around the sitting room and realized she'd fallen asleep during Sophie's nap.

"Wha…what time is it?" she asked sleepily.

"Ginny, it's after five. I just got home," he explained. "Looks like Sophie woke up before you did. You should see the kitchen." Setting Sophie on the floor, he reached out a hand and helped her off the sofa.

"Was she 'baking' again?" Ginny took off after her daughter, who was toddling off to the kitchen. Once inside, her eyes grew wide with astonishment. "Sophia Elena Potter! What the bloody hell did you do?"

The worktop was strewn with flour, as it appeared that the little girl emptied an entire bag. Eggs were on the floor as well as numerous bowls and utensils. A small gathering of dolls sat around the kitchen table, ready to partake of their mommy's tea.

"Bithkits, mama!" Sophie explained with a smile. "You promithed."

"Er, yes, so I did," Ginny responded, barely able to contain the smile that was forming on her lips. "What did mummy and daddy tell you about baking, honey?" She knelt down and looked directly into her daughter's eyes.

"Thophie can't bake by herthelf," she answered, a sad look in her hazel eyes.

"And what else?"

"We mutht bake togezzer. But you wath thweeping and I wanted bithkits."

"Why didn't you wake her up, sweetie?" Harry asked, kneeling beside his wife, looking curiously at her.

"I twied, Daddy. But hers just kept on thweeping. So I did it mysewf." She beamed proudly at her parents.

"Okay, Sophie. Let's go get you cleaned up and then we'll clean up the kitchen, alright?" Ginny held out her hand to the little girl and stood up.

The room began to spin and her eyes rolled back into her head. She felt herself begin to fall, but Harry's arms went around her, keeping her from falling onto the tile floor. She felt him carry her to the living room, laying her back down on the sofa she had been resting in earlier. When she opened her eyes, Harry was on the floor looking at her with his eyes wide and full of concern.

"Ginny, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I…I have to tell you something, but not in front of Sophie, okay?"

He nodded and helped her up from the sofa before turning to their daughter.

"Sophie, Mummy and Daddy need to talk. Could you go play with your dollies in the kitchen for a bit?" Harry stroked her silky red hair.

"Thure, Daddy," she agreed. She set off for the kitchen to play with her dolls and began striking up a conversation with them.

Satisfied that Sophie was occupied, Harry settled down on the sofa next to Ginny and reached over and took her hands in his, most likely fearing the worst.

"What do you need to tell me? You should know that you can tell me anything."

"I know. And this isn't the way I wanted to tell you. I had planned on this grand scheme and be all romantic about it, but I guess, this'll have to do," she explained. Harry was still silent, so she took a deep breath and continued. "I'm pregnant, Harry. I've known for a couple of days, actually."

"Really?" His face was lit up like a Christmas tree and he had the broadest smile she'd ever seen. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" she answered, smiling herself.

Harry leapt from the sofa and pulled Ginny up, lifting her in the air, swinging her around. "Woo hoo! Oh my God, Gin, I love you!" He leaned over and kissed her fully on the mouth, his tongue inching its way into her mouth. He continued kissing her until she pulled him away from her, meeting his smile with her own.

"You're okay with it? I mean we hadn't been trying very long, you know, and Sophie's only four. But I reckon that we can handle it, right? Are you sure you're totally fine…"

He put his hand on her mouth to stop her rambling. "I love you. I'm ecstatic about the baby! I wanna shout it from the rooftops!" He pulled her to him again and swung her around a bit more before suddenly stopping. "Oh crap, Gin. I'm sorry. You're not feeling dizzy again, are you?" His hands automatically went to her belly and began caressing her over her clothing.

"I’m fine, Harry." She started laughing at his silliness. He was the same way when they found out that Sophie was on the way. "Do you reckon we should tell Sophie?"

"Tell me what, Mummy? That you're having a baby?" She smiled at her parents and ran over to them. "Can I have a brover?"

"We'll see what we can do, sweetheart," Harry reassured her, placing a kiss atop her hair.

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It was going to be a long night.

Harry punched his pillow again in anger as he shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. He gritted his teeth and silently swore at his wife.

I can't believe she kicked me out of bed! Who does she think she is?

He turned around to face the back of the sofa and the blanket she'd tossed out with him fell onto the floor. He groaned again and curled up tighter, not bothering to pull the blanket off the floor. He was cold. He couldn't sleep. He had a cramp in his foot and his toes were starting to cross.

All I wanted to do was make love with my wife. Is that too much to ask?

He was about to continue his silent argument when he was struck by the explanation for her behaviour. He cursed himself for his stupidity and insensitivity. It was, in all reality, his fault and here he was complaining that she wouldn't have sex with him. He couldn't blame her, really. She'd been so tired the last few weeks and hadn't been able to eat much due to feeling nauseous. At least she didn't throw up the way she had with Sophie.

But damn, she's right sexy when she's pregnant! Her breasts are so much fuller and just beg to be touched, sucked and fondled... He loved her breasts, whether pregnant or not, and the nipples were always…perky, practically begging for his mouth.

Unfortunately, thinking of her breasts and how much he loved them only made one thing happen; he was aroused more than he ever thought he could be. Harry turned onto his back and let a hand drift down to the boxer shorts and slide underneath the elastic band to relieve the ache his thoughts created.

As his breathing slowed and his thinking became clear, he cleaned himself up and looked around the room, hoping that his daughter had not been awakened. He swung himself around so his feet were on the floor and then rested his elbows on his knees. With a disgruntled sigh, he put his head in his hands, examining the patina of the wood flooring.

"Harry?"

He swung his head around to find Ginny standing demurely in the doorway. She looked terribly sad and there was even a trail of dried tears on her face.

"Harry, I'm sorry," she said, barely above a whisper.

He quickly sprung from the sofa and crossed the room in three strides, engulfing her in his embrace. He kissed her hair and pulled her head to his chest while they both whispered incoherently, apologising for anything and everything.

"I'm sorry I pushed you. You've been so damned tired and I'm such a bloody prat for trying to convince you make love," he muttered, tears starting to fall.

"It's okay, love, really. I just don't feel up to it, you know?"

His hands cupped her face and his lips were millimetres away from hers. "I'll live, you know. How long did we wait before we actually had sex?"

"Well, it was all your idea, Potter," she spat back, smiling. "I tried to make you change your mind. Remember?"

"Tease. C'mon, Gin, let's get some sleep."

He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, tucking her into their bed once she was lying down. Before leaving her side, he kissed her chastely on top of her head and then went around to his side and lay down, thanking his lucky stars for his wonderful wife.

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"Harrrrr—eee…"

"Go 'way."

He gruffly turned away from her and pulled the blankets higher onto his shoulders.

"Love-errrrrr…"

Ginny blew gently into his ear and he batted her away.

"Do you NOT understand the word 'no'?"

Harry turned around to face his wife, who wore a devilish smile on her face and nothing else.

"I do, Harry, but I think you need to take advantage of the situation when it, shall I say, arises?" Her hand went down to his pyjama bottoms and began stroking his semi-erect penis. She laughed as he began to stiffen even as he fought his body's reaction.

"Merlin, Ginny, what's got into you?"

He grabbed her hand and snatched it from between his legs and took hold of the other to avoid her resuming her task.

Ginny leaned over and whispered in his ear, telling him what she wanted to do with the dirty words that caused his blood to boil.

"Oh, you are evil, woman! Can't you turn it off? We already did it. Twice! I'm tired!"

It was true. The second trimester of her pregnancy was draining him. She approached him at least once a day for sex, and while he was usually more than happy to oblige her, he'd been at work until twelve and she pretty much tackled him once he got home. After about an hour’s sleep, she woke him again and made love to him slowly, bringing about the most explosive orgasm he could remember in a long time.

"I can't help it, Harry. I'm bloody randy these days." She put one of her legs over his hips and straddled him, rubbing herself against him. "And you do me so well. You always make me scream," she purred, giving her hips another quick swirl.

"Dondothaimgundie…."

"You will not die, Harry." She leaned over and put her lips against his, teasing him with her nearness. "It's almost five, Harry. C'mon, before Sophie wakes up." She leaned further down and put her lips to his, teasing them apart with little darts of her tongue.

Harry finally gave in, his body having given over to her ministrations and his hands roaming freely over her skin, touching every bit he could reach. His eyes met hers as she joined their bodies, bringing forth a groan of pleasure from them both. The things that their bodies could do to one another, any time they were connected like this, never failed to send shivers up and down his spine, making him feel that this is what paradise must feel like.

When they lay together afterward, their bodies satisfied and sleepy, he held his wife close to him, resting his hand on her rounded belly, and imagined the little one inside, falling asleep with a wide smile.

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"Why did I eat so much?" Ginny collapsed onto the sofa and lifted her legs to rest upon the foot stool in front of her. "You'd think that after all these years, I would learn not to eat so much of my mother's cooking." To her surprise, and Harry's, she let out a burp that reverberated into the air of the room, making Sophie giggle as she tried to sit on her mother's lap and failing miserably.

"Mummy boiped!" Sophie continued to giggle. "Say 'scuse me! We use good mannos in thith houth!"

Both Harry and Ginny guffawed at their daughter's response. Once she gained her composure, Ginny cleared her throat and turned to her daughter. "You are very correct, honey. Excuse me, please."

"Vewwy good. You're excusthed." She leaned in and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, Mummy! I have a pwesent fo' you and Daddy!" The little girl jumped off Ginny's lap and ran through the house to her room, her footfalls thumping heavily on the floor.

"What's she got up her sleeve?" Ginny looked at Harry, her face questioning him.

"I have no idea. Did she make something with Hermione and Maeve this morning?" Sophie had spent the day with her aunt and cousin while Ginny and Harry were at an appointment with the midwife and had lunch together. "She was rather excited when I picked her up, but she wouldn't say anything. And she kept grinning at us during dinner at The Burrow."

"That's right! And she and Maeve were thick as thieves all night." Ginny raised an eyebrow as she remembered the girls' antics at their grandparents' home.

Before Harry could answer, Sophie came bounding into the room, a small bag in her hands and a wide grin on her face. "Hewe! Happy Vawentine's Day! Auntie Hominy hewped me make dis for you!" The little girl handed her parents a bright pink gift bag decorated with her own little hand prints. "Go on, open it togezzer!"

The three of them sat on the sofa and Sophie handed the bag to her mother. With a smile, Ginny opened up the bag and withdrew a cellophane bag tied with pink and red ribbon. Upon closer investigation, Ginny realized what was inside.

"Did Hermione help you make chocolate?"

Hermione knew both her and Harry so very well. During this pregnancy, Ginny had an incessant craving for any kind of chocolate—white, milk, dark, rippled, flake, buttons—and Harry had always had a weakness for the confection as well. Ginny untied the curled ribbons and saw about thirty, shiny chocolate hearts nestled inside.

"Go on…eat one!" Sophie beamed at her parents and gave them each one, watching her parents put one in each of their mouths.

A wave of pleasure washed over Harry and he looked to his wife, who looked just like he felt…horny.

"Mmmm….oh, this is good!" Ginny let out a moan that drove him mad. She looked up and met his eyes, telling him exactly what she wanted to do when Sophie was in bed. Ginny's eyes widened and her hand went to her mouth. "What did she do to the chocolate?"

"There's a note…" Harry bent down and picked up the card from the floor. He opened it up and read Hermione's neat handwriting and then laughed. "You better read this…"

Ginny snatched the paper from him and looked at the note card.

Dear Harry and Ginny—

Since I know how fond the both of you are of chocolate, I thought the girls and I would make something nice for you. Chocolate was their idea and the Amorosis liqueur was mine. Forgive me, but I know how much you enjoy taking advantage of a sleeping Sophie.

Make sure you save some for after the baby arrives…

Happy Valentine's Day…
Hermione

Ginny began giggling and looked over at Harry. "She didn't…did she?"

"Oh yes, she did." Harry's eyes indicated for her to look down and when she did, she saw Harry's trousers tenting prominently. "And it's a rather fast-acting potion at that." He began laughing again before Ginny launched herself at him, kissing him wildly as he held her to him.

"Ewwww! Thtop it!" Sophie pulled at her mother's skirt. Ginny and Harry pulled apart and laughed at their toddler.

"You get her to bed, I'll put up the wards…" Harry kissed Ginny on the cheek and headed out the door.

"Come on, sweetie, it's time for bed." She grabbed Sophie's hand and nearly dragged her to her room where they ran through Sophie's night-time routine in record time. As added measure that she and Harry wouldn't be disturbed, Ginny cast a light Sleeping Charm on Sophie.

Back at the bedroom, Harry was already waiting for her with two more chocolates and a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh…just in case."

"Oh, you are just pathetic, Potter." Ginny laughed as she stripped off her top. "You know you shouldn't give me too many of those things." She stepped out of her skirt and tossed it on Harry's head.

Harry pulled the clothing off his head and his smile faded. "Oh hell, I'm sorry…" He crawled to the end of the bed and knelt before her, caressing her belly apologetically.

She put her hands on his cheeks and turned his face toward hers. "I'm kidding, Harry. There's not enough of that stuff in there to harm me or the baby."

At that, Harry pulled his wife onto the bed next to him with a boisterous laugh before kissing her soundly on the mouth. "Merlin, I love you!"

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"So you're okay with the name?" Harry looked eagerly into his wife's eyes.

"Harry, it's wonderful." She reached up and stroked his hair while their son slept peacefully in her other arm.

"And your dad can do the ceremony, too. He was pleased we asked him."

"Good. And tell Mum to keep it small, please? I hated the huge crowd at Sophie's Naming Ceremony."

The Naming Ceremony was an old magical tradition where the parents announced the name of the new child before a Ministry official. At the ceremony, the child's name is added to the Registry of Magic. Traditionally, the parents revealed the name for the first time and that's what Harry and Ginny had planned.

Sophie's Naming Ceremony ended up being a national affair. The birth of the first child of "Harry James Potter, Britain's Greatest Living Wizard, and his lovely wife, Ginevra," was cause for a national holiday and nearly every Ministry employee showed up that day. It was even broadcast on the WWN, much to Harry's consternation. This time, the ceremony would be a small, family affair at The Burrow, with Arthur serving as Ministry liaison.

"I managed to convince her that we only wanted family at this one. She fought hard, but I threatened to do it myself at home if she kept it up."

"You didn't! I'm surprised she didn't hex you on the spot!" Ginny's little outburst awoke the baby, but he merely yawned and fell back asleep.

"Well, you know how I hate being fussed over by anyone but you…" He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Me, too. So when can I get out of here? I hate hospitals almost as much as you do."

"Tomorrow, alright? Now let me put him down and you get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow to pick you up. Sophie misses her mummy."

Harry took the swaddled baby from his mother and placed him gently in the little bassinet next to her bed. His hand ran over the full head of red hair on his son's head and he marvelled at the miracle that lay before him. Leaning over, he softly kissed that curly hair.

"Daddy loves you."

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"When's Mummy coming home, Daddy?" Sophie crawled into her father's lap and cuddled in close to him and pulling his arms around her.

Harry kissed the top of her head. "She'll be home tomorrow. I told you that, remember?"

Harry sat on the edge of Sophie's bed, having just finished reading her the story of Glenda the Good Witch. It was one of her favourites, and she especially thought it was funny that the movie, The Wizard of Oz, got it all wrong as far as what witches looked like.

"What's his name, Daddy?" Sophie was so pleased that she had a brand new brother with red hair, just like hers.

"Well, you'll find out at the Naming Ceremony like everyone else, honey. Now go to sleep." He kissed her briefly on the cheek and smoothed back her hair. "We'll be bringing them home tomorrow."

Harry stood up from the bed and crossed to the door, smiling to himself as he saw her pull the blankets over her head as he left.

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The Burrow was bustling the next morning as Harry and Ginny arrived with Sophie and the baby. The many nieces and nephews all wanted to get a look at him and everyone wanted to fuss over the new mother. Harry's paternal instincts took over and he ushered her away from the family with a stern look. Mindful that Ginny was still very tired, Harry settled her into a squishy armchair in the sitting room and made sure she got some rest before the ceremony. He watched with pride as she and the baby prepared to nurse. When Sophie was a baby, it took him a while to get used to the idea of breastfeeding, but he soon began to appreciate the way that mother and child were able to bond. Surprisingly, Harry found that watching them was fascinating and relaxed him as nothing else could.

"Thanks, love." Ginny looked at him and smiled, her face lighting up when their eyes connected. "Can we start soon? I want to go home and sleep in my own bed."

"Sure." He gave her one last smile and headed into the homey kitchen at the back of the house. Once there, he was bombarded with little arms wrapping around his waist and a cacophony of questions from his extended family.

Harry looked up into the crowd and caught Ron's eye, nodding toward the sitting room, hoping that Ron would interpret the request correctly.

"Uh, everyone!" Ron's booming voice settled the room down and all eyes turned to him. "I think Harry and Ginny want to get started."

"Oh yes, of course. Harry, have you got everything ready?" Molly patted him on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring look.

"Yes. Please, Molly, let's get a move on." Harry shocked himself with his impatience, but when it came to Ginny and his children, he would do anything to keep them safe.

He returned to the sitting room where he found Ginny humming softly to the baby, a warm contented smile on her face. She looked up and Harry helped her stand, guiding her out into the back garden, where the Naming Ceremony would take place.

Once everyone was gathered and in place, the ceremony began with Arthur, as head of the family, stood in front of Harry, Ginny, Sophie and the baby.

"When a new baby arrives, the magic of family is extended, bringing more joy and love to those inside that blessed circle." He paused to smile and his new grandson and then waved his wand over the sleeping baby's forehead. White, blue and purple sparks filled the quiet spring air around the little family. "How is this little one to be named?"

Ginny looked up at Harry, who was holding the sleeping baby, and nodded at him.

"His name is Evan Wesley Potter." Harry smiled broadly as a collective gasp from the large gathering of family

"Evan Wesley Potter, welcome to the magic of family. Your life will be a blessing to us all." A solitary tear fell down the old man's cheek as the sparkles formed the baby's name in the air, while simultaneously, deep inside the bowels of the Department of Mysteries, Evan's name was written in the magical registry.

At the same moment, in Heaven, a red-haired angel and a dark-haired bespectacled angel smiled at each other, each of them knowing that while they were Above, their lives, somehow, continued Below.