FIC--Six Weeks--Harry/Ginny
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ficsbydeenasTitle: Six Weeks
Pairing: Harry and Ginny
Rating: R
Words: 2172
Summary: It's been six weeks since Harry's son's were born, and he's one RANDY bastard...
I've been really trying now, baby
Trying to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel
Come on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
******
Six Weeks
===
Harry Potter was skipping. SKIPPING. He skipped down the hall of the Ministry of Magic toward the Apparation ports and stood in queue. He started to hum. The witch in front of him turned around.
"Potter, what are you on? How can you be so bloody cheerful on a ruddy day like this?" Her brown hair had fallen out of the bun at the base of her neck and she looked tired and care-worn.
"I'm going home to the wife and kids, that's all." His smile never left his face as he spoke and he continued to hum.
"And how is Ginny?"
"Fine, just fine." No one else knew why he was so happy, and he planned on keeping it that way.
"Got any new pictures?"
"Does a Quintaped live alone?" He pulled out a small stack of pictures featuring two little baby boys with a mess of black hair. Grace, the witch he was speaking with, began to ooh and aah over the pictures, and soon, a small gathering of witches surrounded the new father, closing in on him like a pack of hippogriffs around a pile of dead ferrets.
"Oh they're so cute, Harry!"
"What colour are their eyes?"
"Are they good babies?"
"Look at that hair!"
Harry lost his place in the queue and searched desperately for anyone, ANYONE, to rescue him from this flock of mother hens. He didn't know becoming a father would be so…so…claustrophobic.
"Potter! Is that you?" His head snapped up above the heads of the witches and smiled at his friend.
"Hey, Seamus! Help!" He chuckled as Seamus strode over to him and slapped him on the back.
"Well, well, well. Wait until Gin hears about this one. Using the wee ones to gain favour with the female population." Seamus shook his head. "Pathetic."
Harry stared at his friend. "You know you should make an honest woman out of some witch and get your own family!"
"Seamus, do they look like Harry or like Ginny?" asked Mathilda Wood, Oliver's older sister.
"You would think the Fates would be kind, but the wee lads are the spittin' image of that prat," said Seamus, "but they got Gin's eyes. Brown as melted chocolate."
The ladies continued to ogle at the pictures, asking questions, and planning his sons' futures. The clock chimed half-past five, and Harry began to drag himself away from the witches.
"Sorry, ladies, but I've got to get home. Promised Ginny I'd help her give the boys a bath tonight." That was the only thing he could think of to say.
Amid the well-wishes from those who surrounded him, Seamus' barking voice stated, loudly enough for all of England to hear, "That's bollocks, folks. Ginny had her six-week check-up today. Harry's gonna get lucky tonight!"
Harry could feel the colour rise in his cheeks and the knowing stares from the ladies around him. He made a mental note to make the rest of Seamus' life a living hell.
*****
Harry Apparated a block from their house and took the time to notice the spring evening. The days were getting longer and he could feel summer sneaking up on them. He couldn't wait until next summer when he could take the boys out to The Burrow and find frogs by the pond and do all the stupid stuff he never got to do as a kid.
He opened the door into the sitting room and saw Ginny asleep on the sofa. James and Philip were sleeping in the little cradle at the far end of the room; Harry couldn't help but smile.
"Gin," Harry whispered as he gently shook her shoulder. "Ginny, I'm home." He bent down and kissed her lovely hair, the colour of a rich, red maple leaf.
Her eyes fluttered open and he saw them focus on him. She smiled and sat up, patting the cushion next to her.
"They're still sleeping? It's been a whole twenty minutes. I think that's a record." She leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
Harry looked at her with anxious eyes. He'd never felt like this before, so randy, all the time. Just knowing that she got the "all clear" today was enough to send him into a tailspin.
"So, uh, how did your, um, appointment go?" He couldn't hide his excitement anymore. "Can we?"
Ginny giggled. "You are a bad, bad boy, Harry Potter. Yes, I'm…" Harry stopped her word with his mouth, and leaned into her and the two of them fell softly against the back of the sofa. Their arms wrapped around each other and they each took their time, caressing each other's backs with loving hands.
"Gods, Gin, I've been waiting for this all day. You know that, right?" His mouth planted little kisses along her neck and slowly worked its way down to the V of his old Quidditch jersey.
Ginny laughed, bringing his head towards hers. "Poor baby. Let Mamma make it all better." She kissed him again, deeper this time, causing him to push her down on the sofa.
He reached out to touch her breast underneath the jersey, making her moan in the process. He growled in response as he settled himself over her.
Soft, little cooing sounds began to drift across the room from the cradle. One of them was waking up.
"Damn," Harry muttered.
"Shh. He'll go back to sleep. Kiss me, Daddy." Harry did as he was told. Their kisses became longer, more passionate, and soon they could no longer hear their sons over the moans that came from their throats. At some point, Harry lost his shirt and his trousers were half-opened. Ginny's Quidditch jersey was bunched up around her armpits, covering Harry's head as he worked his way around one breast and then the other.
"Aaaaaah! Aah, aah, aah. Aaaaah!" Ginny shoved Harry off the sofa and onto the floor as she sat up and straightened her clothes.
"Sorry, love." She smiled down at Harry and headed off toward the cradle.
She picked up the squealing baby, leaving his sleepy twin, and began singing a lullaby as they walked out of the room.
Harry watched them leave and then turned his attention to his trousers, still half-open with his enlarged penis poking through the opening of his boxers. Six weeks was a long, LONG time to watch your sexy wife prance around the house in a button-down shirt that always seemed to be open and not being able to do anything about it. He had done something about it, but it just wasn't the same as feeling her…
He clasped his hands to his eyes to stop the image of a topless Ginny. He tried to shake the image of her out of his head, but it was useless. Instead of shrinking, his erection was growing larger. He wished, for only a moment, that there was no James or Philip and he could just shag Ginny until neither of them could walk.
He redressed himself and walked over to the cradle, watching his son sleep. He still wasn't sure if it was James or Philip. Ginny knew just by listening to them. She's amazing, and so are they.
*****
"Gin?" Harry asked her over dinner. It was a nice evening and they were eating their dinner outside. The boys were in the play pen.
"Hmm?" She continued to chew her roast beef.
"When do they go back to sleep?"
She burst out in laughter at his comment. "My God, Harry, you act as if it's been six MONTHS rather than six weeks!"
"So what? You're sexy as hell in my shirts and I miss, well, fucking you." He quickly took a drink of water, hoping to cool himself down.
She scooted her chair closer to his and leaned over and whispered in his ear. Harry' eyes grew wide as he listened to what Ginny was missing most about the past six weeks. He turned toward her and captured her lips with his, causing her to drop her fork onto the floor. Harry reached over and pulled her onto his lap, never breaking contact with her mouth. She straddled his hips and Harry immediately felt himself react.
"Ginny, I love you," he groaned into her mouth.
"I know, babe, I know," she moaned in response.
His hands went to her full breasts, rubbing the nipples hard under the fabric of the shirt. Her head flung back and he took the opportunity to kiss her along her neck and collarbone, savouring each little taste. He made quick work of the buttons and revealed her modest nursing bra. It was the sexiest thing he ever saw, truth be told. As she ground up against him, he unlatched a fastening at the top and let it down, revealing her naked breast.
"That is so cool," he muttered before planting his mouth on her, rubbing his tongue over her nipple.
"Harry," Ginny said softly.
"What?" He moved to the next breast, exposing it the same way he did the other.
"Stop." There was pain in her voice. He met her eyes with his, trying to calm himself down.
"What? Why?" His breathing came in short, ragged gasps.
"You're making my milk let down."
He looked down, and sure enough, her nipples were leaking, no dripping, onto her bra and the shirt. "Shit. I'm sorry."
"I need to feed them anyway. Can you watch them while I change?" She got up before he could answer and walked back inside.
Getting up out of his chair, Harry picked up Phillip (he was wearing a cap Molly knitted with a little 'P' on it) and held him gently in his arms. He wished his parents could see them. Harry had found an old baby picture of him and immediately noticed that they looked so much like him it was scary.
The little boy looked up at his father and made a face followed by a squirting sound that made Harry cringe. "Philip! Not at the dinner table!" So much for the appetising aromas of roast beef. "Ginny! Philip shat his pants!" Changing a messy nappy was NOT one of the joys of parenthood but somehow, he didn't mind.
"Then change him you wimp!" Ginny called from the bedroom with laughter in her voice. "It's your turn!" He liked to pretend he hated doing it and she loved to tease him. It made things interesting.
With a huff, he got up from the chair and walked over to the changing area set up in the sitting room. Taking a deep breath, he unsnapped Philip's sleeper and prepared himself for the worst.
"Holy fuck! Ginny! Help me out here!" He could hear her laughter as she came down the stairs. "Scourgify!" The mess quickly disappeared from his bottom and Harry bent to retrieve a clean diaper. As he began to put it under his son, Philip became a little fountain, watering his father's face.
"Ginny!"
*****
It was nearing ten o'clock and James was bound and determined not to go to sleep. Every time Harry laid him in his cot, he would scream and get all red in the face. Harry had spent the last ten minutes bouncing and rocking the little boy in his arms, feeling tired himself and wishing that the little baby would just pass out.
After another twenty minutes, Harry looked down at his eldest son, noticing the brown eyes were slowly drifting shut under heavy lids. He slowed his bouncing and began to sway back and forth, instinctively humming a little tune. James began to relax in his arms and Harry quietly walked to the rocking chair and sat down with his little boy. With his foot firmly planted on the floor, he began to rock back and forth while he too began to fall asleep.
*****
"Harry," Ginny whispered.
He opened his eyes and found his arms empty, his sons sleeping peacefully next to each other. He smiled.
"What time is it?" He yawned and stretched out his legs in front of him.
"Half past eleven." Ginny stood over him, smiling. "Come to bed, Harry."
At those words, he looked up and let his eyes survey his wife. She was wearing her "sex dress," as he used to call it. It was white silk with lots of lace which barely hid her full breasts. He'd given that to her the Christmas before they were married. He whimpered.
Ginny let out a small giggle as she reached out her hand and pulled him out of the chair. Without looking away, she walked backwards out of the room, across the hall and straight into their bedroom. Once inside the door, she stopped and placed her index finger on his lips.
"Wasn't there something you had been looking forward to all day?"
Pairing: Harry and Ginny
Rating: R
Words: 2172
Summary: It's been six weeks since Harry's son's were born, and he's one RANDY bastard...
Trying to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel
Come on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
******
Six Weeks
===
Harry Potter was skipping. SKIPPING. He skipped down the hall of the Ministry of Magic toward the Apparation ports and stood in queue. He started to hum. The witch in front of him turned around.
"Potter, what are you on? How can you be so bloody cheerful on a ruddy day like this?" Her brown hair had fallen out of the bun at the base of her neck and she looked tired and care-worn.
"I'm going home to the wife and kids, that's all." His smile never left his face as he spoke and he continued to hum.
"And how is Ginny?"
"Fine, just fine." No one else knew why he was so happy, and he planned on keeping it that way.
"Got any new pictures?"
"Does a Quintaped live alone?" He pulled out a small stack of pictures featuring two little baby boys with a mess of black hair. Grace, the witch he was speaking with, began to ooh and aah over the pictures, and soon, a small gathering of witches surrounded the new father, closing in on him like a pack of hippogriffs around a pile of dead ferrets.
"Oh they're so cute, Harry!"
"What colour are their eyes?"
"Are they good babies?"
"Look at that hair!"
Harry lost his place in the queue and searched desperately for anyone, ANYONE, to rescue him from this flock of mother hens. He didn't know becoming a father would be so…so…claustrophobic.
"Potter! Is that you?" His head snapped up above the heads of the witches and smiled at his friend.
"Hey, Seamus! Help!" He chuckled as Seamus strode over to him and slapped him on the back.
"Well, well, well. Wait until Gin hears about this one. Using the wee ones to gain favour with the female population." Seamus shook his head. "Pathetic."
Harry stared at his friend. "You know you should make an honest woman out of some witch and get your own family!"
"Seamus, do they look like Harry or like Ginny?" asked Mathilda Wood, Oliver's older sister.
"You would think the Fates would be kind, but the wee lads are the spittin' image of that prat," said Seamus, "but they got Gin's eyes. Brown as melted chocolate."
The ladies continued to ogle at the pictures, asking questions, and planning his sons' futures. The clock chimed half-past five, and Harry began to drag himself away from the witches.
"Sorry, ladies, but I've got to get home. Promised Ginny I'd help her give the boys a bath tonight." That was the only thing he could think of to say.
Amid the well-wishes from those who surrounded him, Seamus' barking voice stated, loudly enough for all of England to hear, "That's bollocks, folks. Ginny had her six-week check-up today. Harry's gonna get lucky tonight!"
Harry could feel the colour rise in his cheeks and the knowing stares from the ladies around him. He made a mental note to make the rest of Seamus' life a living hell.
*****
Harry Apparated a block from their house and took the time to notice the spring evening. The days were getting longer and he could feel summer sneaking up on them. He couldn't wait until next summer when he could take the boys out to The Burrow and find frogs by the pond and do all the stupid stuff he never got to do as a kid.
He opened the door into the sitting room and saw Ginny asleep on the sofa. James and Philip were sleeping in the little cradle at the far end of the room; Harry couldn't help but smile.
"Gin," Harry whispered as he gently shook her shoulder. "Ginny, I'm home." He bent down and kissed her lovely hair, the colour of a rich, red maple leaf.
Her eyes fluttered open and he saw them focus on him. She smiled and sat up, patting the cushion next to her.
"They're still sleeping? It's been a whole twenty minutes. I think that's a record." She leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
Harry looked at her with anxious eyes. He'd never felt like this before, so randy, all the time. Just knowing that she got the "all clear" today was enough to send him into a tailspin.
"So, uh, how did your, um, appointment go?" He couldn't hide his excitement anymore. "Can we?"
Ginny giggled. "You are a bad, bad boy, Harry Potter. Yes, I'm…" Harry stopped her word with his mouth, and leaned into her and the two of them fell softly against the back of the sofa. Their arms wrapped around each other and they each took their time, caressing each other's backs with loving hands.
"Gods, Gin, I've been waiting for this all day. You know that, right?" His mouth planted little kisses along her neck and slowly worked its way down to the V of his old Quidditch jersey.
Ginny laughed, bringing his head towards hers. "Poor baby. Let Mamma make it all better." She kissed him again, deeper this time, causing him to push her down on the sofa.
He reached out to touch her breast underneath the jersey, making her moan in the process. He growled in response as he settled himself over her.
Soft, little cooing sounds began to drift across the room from the cradle. One of them was waking up.
"Damn," Harry muttered.
"Shh. He'll go back to sleep. Kiss me, Daddy." Harry did as he was told. Their kisses became longer, more passionate, and soon they could no longer hear their sons over the moans that came from their throats. At some point, Harry lost his shirt and his trousers were half-opened. Ginny's Quidditch jersey was bunched up around her armpits, covering Harry's head as he worked his way around one breast and then the other.
"Aaaaaah! Aah, aah, aah. Aaaaah!" Ginny shoved Harry off the sofa and onto the floor as she sat up and straightened her clothes.
"Sorry, love." She smiled down at Harry and headed off toward the cradle.
She picked up the squealing baby, leaving his sleepy twin, and began singing a lullaby as they walked out of the room.
Harry watched them leave and then turned his attention to his trousers, still half-open with his enlarged penis poking through the opening of his boxers. Six weeks was a long, LONG time to watch your sexy wife prance around the house in a button-down shirt that always seemed to be open and not being able to do anything about it. He had done something about it, but it just wasn't the same as feeling her…
He clasped his hands to his eyes to stop the image of a topless Ginny. He tried to shake the image of her out of his head, but it was useless. Instead of shrinking, his erection was growing larger. He wished, for only a moment, that there was no James or Philip and he could just shag Ginny until neither of them could walk.
He redressed himself and walked over to the cradle, watching his son sleep. He still wasn't sure if it was James or Philip. Ginny knew just by listening to them. She's amazing, and so are they.
*****
"Gin?" Harry asked her over dinner. It was a nice evening and they were eating their dinner outside. The boys were in the play pen.
"Hmm?" She continued to chew her roast beef.
"When do they go back to sleep?"
She burst out in laughter at his comment. "My God, Harry, you act as if it's been six MONTHS rather than six weeks!"
"So what? You're sexy as hell in my shirts and I miss, well, fucking you." He quickly took a drink of water, hoping to cool himself down.
She scooted her chair closer to his and leaned over and whispered in his ear. Harry' eyes grew wide as he listened to what Ginny was missing most about the past six weeks. He turned toward her and captured her lips with his, causing her to drop her fork onto the floor. Harry reached over and pulled her onto his lap, never breaking contact with her mouth. She straddled his hips and Harry immediately felt himself react.
"Ginny, I love you," he groaned into her mouth.
"I know, babe, I know," she moaned in response.
His hands went to her full breasts, rubbing the nipples hard under the fabric of the shirt. Her head flung back and he took the opportunity to kiss her along her neck and collarbone, savouring each little taste. He made quick work of the buttons and revealed her modest nursing bra. It was the sexiest thing he ever saw, truth be told. As she ground up against him, he unlatched a fastening at the top and let it down, revealing her naked breast.
"That is so cool," he muttered before planting his mouth on her, rubbing his tongue over her nipple.
"Harry," Ginny said softly.
"What?" He moved to the next breast, exposing it the same way he did the other.
"Stop." There was pain in her voice. He met her eyes with his, trying to calm himself down.
"What? Why?" His breathing came in short, ragged gasps.
"You're making my milk let down."
He looked down, and sure enough, her nipples were leaking, no dripping, onto her bra and the shirt. "Shit. I'm sorry."
"I need to feed them anyway. Can you watch them while I change?" She got up before he could answer and walked back inside.
Getting up out of his chair, Harry picked up Phillip (he was wearing a cap Molly knitted with a little 'P' on it) and held him gently in his arms. He wished his parents could see them. Harry had found an old baby picture of him and immediately noticed that they looked so much like him it was scary.
The little boy looked up at his father and made a face followed by a squirting sound that made Harry cringe. "Philip! Not at the dinner table!" So much for the appetising aromas of roast beef. "Ginny! Philip shat his pants!" Changing a messy nappy was NOT one of the joys of parenthood but somehow, he didn't mind.
"Then change him you wimp!" Ginny called from the bedroom with laughter in her voice. "It's your turn!" He liked to pretend he hated doing it and she loved to tease him. It made things interesting.
With a huff, he got up from the chair and walked over to the changing area set up in the sitting room. Taking a deep breath, he unsnapped Philip's sleeper and prepared himself for the worst.
"Holy fuck! Ginny! Help me out here!" He could hear her laughter as she came down the stairs. "Scourgify!" The mess quickly disappeared from his bottom and Harry bent to retrieve a clean diaper. As he began to put it under his son, Philip became a little fountain, watering his father's face.
"Ginny!"
*****
It was nearing ten o'clock and James was bound and determined not to go to sleep. Every time Harry laid him in his cot, he would scream and get all red in the face. Harry had spent the last ten minutes bouncing and rocking the little boy in his arms, feeling tired himself and wishing that the little baby would just pass out.
After another twenty minutes, Harry looked down at his eldest son, noticing the brown eyes were slowly drifting shut under heavy lids. He slowed his bouncing and began to sway back and forth, instinctively humming a little tune. James began to relax in his arms and Harry quietly walked to the rocking chair and sat down with his little boy. With his foot firmly planted on the floor, he began to rock back and forth while he too began to fall asleep.
*****
"Harry," Ginny whispered.
He opened his eyes and found his arms empty, his sons sleeping peacefully next to each other. He smiled.
"What time is it?" He yawned and stretched out his legs in front of him.
"Half past eleven." Ginny stood over him, smiling. "Come to bed, Harry."
At those words, he looked up and let his eyes survey his wife. She was wearing her "sex dress," as he used to call it. It was white silk with lots of lace which barely hid her full breasts. He'd given that to her the Christmas before they were married. He whimpered.
Ginny let out a small giggle as she reached out her hand and pulled him out of the chair. Without looking away, she walked backwards out of the room, across the hall and straight into their bedroom. Once inside the door, she stopped and placed her index finger on his lips.
"Wasn't there something you had been looking forward to all day?"
