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Better than firewhisky…
Harry,do you remember me mentioning we should try making a sex tape after we took this photo?? Or were you too drunk?
I do not remember that at all.
Some stupid,noble reason: thechosenonepotter: Some stupid,noble reason: thechosenonepotter: Some…
Some stupid,noble reason: thechosenonepotter: Some stupid,noble reason: thechosenonepotter: Some…
Some stupid,noble reason: thechosenonepotter: Some stupid,noble reason:…
Harry’s hands moved to rest on her waist and lightly squeezed. “Of course it is.” He murmured at her before pressing his lips to hers once more. His hands slid up to the middle of her back, pressing her into him more. Deepening the kiss, he pulled at her bottom lip.
One of Harry’s hand continued to guide itself up to her hair, entangling his hand as he continued to kiss her. Igniting passion between the two of them. His other hand instinctively moved back down to the hem of her shirt. He slipped his hand underneath, pressing his hand to her bare back. He felt a small but, prominent twitch in his trousers, and smirked against her lips a moment.
Ginny moaned when she felt Harry’s hand on her back,she closed her eyes and slid her hand between them to the hem of his t-shirt. She slowly pulled away from him. “Not wasting any time,are we?” She grinned and swiftly pulled up his shirt over his head. She wrapped an arm around his neck and connected their lips again. She kissed him slowly,her palm resting on his neck. Ginny nipped at his bottom lip as she traced his naked chest slowly. She pressed her lower half against his and flicked his bottom lip.
Harry smirked up at his beautiful wife. “Of course not Gin.” He muttered against his lip, squeezing her to his body. He pushed off her own shirt, grazing his hands against the soft contours of her body. They rested on her hips, and he swiped his tongue over her bottom lip, smiling against her again. Harry, swiftly flipped them, so that she was now laying against the ed, him on top of her. His hands moved gracefully down her legs, lifting them around his waist. He bucked himself against her, creating much needed friction and groaned in satisfaction. Harry’s lips, trailed down her neck, his hands moving behind her body to unclasp her bra.
“Still sounds like the same old Pansy.” He said with an annoyed chuckle. He removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes roughly and took another glance at her. Still lovely even when eh was half blind. He grunted and placed his glasses back on. Beauty was only skin deep though, something Pansy proved to him time and time again.
“Complicated?” He scoffed looking at her as if she knew anything about complicated. “How could anything with him be complicated. Sure i’ve come to an understanding with that friend of yours but, he’s still a git. I don’t think he can handle complicated things.” Harry, growing impatient ordered a glass of tea, well what he thought was tea and gave her another look.
“Please Pansy, everyone knew he wanted me dead. Everyone knew how much my dumb luck saved me with the help of my friends and you stood there and told everyone to deliver me anyway. One does not forget when someone offers someone up for death.” Harry stifled an exasperated sigh. He held far too much guilt for what happened that day. The day coming so soon, so many people dying. As years went on he knew it wasn’t his fault but, it still bothered him. He still felt so responsible and mortified, and half wished that everyone had taken up Pansy’s offer. “Oh, and had you just handed me over-I wouldn’t have won.” He remembered what Dumbledore said at King’s Cross. How sacrifice is what kept him alive in the first place. A simple offer wouldn’t have done anything but, end the war in the worst way. Still though, he half wished they’d all listened. He grunted and clenched his fist, trying to calm himself.
“You make me sound like an old broom to be tossed away, unsalvageable because I gave you a few bad turns during a critical point during a match,” she murmured with a pout. From what she recalled of their time at Hogwarts, Harry had defeated the Dark Lord, and any number of his minions, time and time again since First Year. It had never crossed her mind that he would fail. In fact she’d been so sure of the Golden Trio’s chances that she’d spent the better half of Sixth Year trying to convince her parents to stay neutral during the war. Voldemort was a mad man, everyone in their right mind knew it, even Draco had finally seen the light mid-Sixth Year.
“Believe it or not, Potter,” she added more passionately. “You’re not the only one who has layers to his character. All snakes have layers upon layers, sometimes we have to shed them, too.” She paused to take a sip of her tea and then gave him another assessing glance. “What is it that you’d like me to do, then, apologize for my wayward teenaged response to fear and duty? I am well and truly sorry. Honestly, I am.”
Pansy crossed her arms at her chest. “Is it so terrible to try to be friends?” she finally asked after glaring at him for a full minute. “Are you so worried that you lack the self control to be around me? I mean, we could just have coffee every now and again. Would that be so terrible?”
Harry looked at her, just, looked. He hadn’t thought about from their point of view. He came to an understanding with Draco but, never thought to come to one with Pansy. He nodded at her. “I suppose I forgive you then.”
He gulped his own drink, unmannerly, very much like a man. “Yes I am actually worried about myself control around you.” Yes he was attracted to Pansy. She was absolutely lovely, she showed him some sort of attention and to be honest, with the things going on with Ginny he didn’t know if he could trust himself not to stray. He absolutely refused to drink anymore for the reason that he loved his wife far too much to accidentally hurt her. And if anyone would be the one to help in such hurt, it’d be Pansy Parkinson.
“And you have?” He said with another roll of his eyes. He slid his and up and leaned on his own arm giving her a fake smile. “Is that better/” He said sarcastically, staring at her.“Don’t you have Malfoy? e’s divorced from Astoria, I’m sure you love that don’t you.: He scoffed at her, and ran…
“Still sounds like the same old Pansy.” He said with an annoyed chuckle. He removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes roughly and took another glance at her. Still lovely even when eh was half blind. He grunted and placed his glasses back on. Beauty was only skin deep though, something Pansy proved to him time and time again.
“Complicated?” He scoffed looking at her as if she knew anything about complicated. “How could anything with him be complicated. Sure i’ve come to an understanding with that friend of yours but, he’s still a git. I don’t think he can handle complicated things.” Harry, growing impatient ordered a glass of tea, well what he thought was tea and gave her another look.
“Please Pansy, everyone knew he wanted me dead. Everyone knew how much my dumb luck saved me with the help of my friends and you stood there and told everyone to deliver me anyway. One does not forget when someone offers someone up for death.” Harry stifled an exasperated sigh. He held far too much guilt for what happened that day. The day coming so soon, so many people dying. As years went on he knew it wasn’t his fault but, it still bothered him. He still felt so responsible and mortified, and half wished that everyone had taken up Pansy’s offer. “Oh, and had you just handed me over-I wouldn’t have won.” He remembered what Dumbledore said at King’s Cross. How sacrifice is what kept him alive in the first place. A simple offer wouldn’t have done anything but, end the war in the worst way. Still though, he half wished they’d all listened. He grunted and clenched his fist, trying to calm himself.
But Harry doesn’t want Draco to stop ;)
And they enjoyed every second of it ;)
Harry&Ginny ♥
She’s Thunderstorms ♥
