FIC - Love in Season
My entry for hpgw_otp Passage of Time Challenge. I asked for 'A Quidditch Season.' I know they asked for shorter fics, but this one just wouldn't stop.
Title: Love in Season
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: Hard R
Words: ~7000
Warnings: Sexual situations
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling.
Summary: The stress of separation, schedule conflicts, work, and an old nemesis all conspire to put Harry and Ginny's love for each other to a stern test.
Harry awoke Monday morning to the sound of an owl tapping on his window. He muttered a bit, then smiled at seeing Ginny’s nude body stretched out on the bed next to him, her pale skin almost glowing in the early dawn’s light.
Harry got up, stretched, then smiled with fond memories of the past day and a half. The room smelled - reeked, actually - of sex.
“It should,” he thought rather smugly. “We’ve done it seven times in the last thirty-six hours.”
There was a reason for the frenetic sex. That is, other than the fact that the two of them were young, in great shape, and in love.
Gwenog Jones, the Harpies captain, just like the captains before her, insisted that first year players live in the team dormitory in Holyhead and could only have two days off every fortnight.
Ginny had complained bitterly, but Gwenog said every other Harpy for the last fifty years had been required to do the same, including her. Ginny recalled then that Angelina Johnson had also had to live in Holyhead her first year. Fred had been very, VERY unhappy.
“It’s part of the training regimen,” Gwenog had told her. “It instills discipline. Plus, I’ve found that the hornier my players are, they harder and rougher they play.”
Ginny had blushed a little at this point. Merlin knew she got horny after a day without sex with Harry, let alone a fortnight.
Gwenog did have some mercy on her first-year players; they could have male visitors stay overnight on Wednesdays. Unfortunately for Ginny and Harry, Wednesday was his regularly scheduled night duty with the Auror training program. Ron would cover for him on occasion, but he was usually ungracious about it. After all, any time Harry wasn’t on duty it meant that he was shagging his sister.
Harry had pleaded with Gawain Robards to let him change the night, but the Chief Auror had merely smirked and said that Harry wanting to get laid was no reason for him to change his schedule.
“There’s no nooky available in the field, either, Potter. Do you plan on taking her with you on missions, too?”
Harry had complained to Kingsley who, while sympathetic, generally would not interfere with the internal running of the various Ministry departments, certainly not for a personal reason like Harry’s.
So, Harry and Ginny coped, mainly by shagging themselves senseless during the two days she was home. They did faithfully attend Sunday brunch at the Burrow, but that was about the only time they emerged from Harry’s flat. Indeed, it was about the only time they emerged from his bedroom other than to use the loo or to go to the kitchen and eat so that they had the energy to shag some more. Sometimes they shagged on the kitchen table, thereby killing two birds with one stone, so to speak.
Ginny would show up after her Saturday game, often straight from her shower in the changing rooms at Holyhead. They would make love, get dressed, go pubbing with friends for a couple of hours, then return to Harry’s flat and shag until it was time to go to the Burrow.
After brunch, and the inevitable lewd comments from her brothers and disapproving glare from her mother, they would Floo back to Harry’s and shag until Monday morning.
The situation had put a lot of stress on their relationship. They had had numerous spats and petty arguments, which almost always ended with some really fine make up sex. However, their agony was nearing an end. It was late-April and the season ended in about seven weeks.
Harry opened the window, took the papers from the owl, put a sickle in its pouch and gave it a treat. He sat down on the bed and opened the latest edition of Quidditch World Weekly.
“New Amour for the Caerphilly Casanova?” read the headline.
“Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom,” the article continued, “seen here emerging from the Holyhead Harpies dormitory last Thursday morning would not comment on the rumors of his affair with their new star Chaser, Ginevra Weasley.”
“‘I respect her privacy too much to spread tales,’ the considerate star said.”
“The rumors started as a result of the photo on page two taken at the party in Caerphilly after the Harpies loss there on Saturday last to the Catapults. As can be plainly seen, Miss Weasley is smiling broadly as ‘Ramjet’ gives a very intimate squeeze.”
“Whatcha reading, Harry?” Ginny mumbled from behind him.
“About you and ‘Ramjet,’” he said rather crossly.
“There is no me and ‘Ramjet,’ Harry,” Ginny snapped. “What on earth are you nattering on about?”
“How do you explain this?” he asked, handing her the paper. “Why are you smiling?”
“I’m not smiling, Harry, I’m grimacing. He was squeezing me so hard it hurt.”
“Why was he even touching you?”
“He grabbed me,” Ginny said, a touch of annoyance in her tone. “For Merlin’s sake, Harry! You honestly think I have any interest in a bigheaded, overblown, overrated, narcissistic Lothario like Roger Ramsbottom?”
“Well..., no, I guess not,” Harry mumbled.
“You guess not!?” Ginny yelled. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“He was coming out of the Harpies’ dorm,” Harry reminded her.
“He was probably shagging Mary Weston, the other first year player. And our three foreign-born players live in the dorms, too! Do you honestly think I’d let a scumbag like Ramsbottom between my legs, Harry? Honestly?”
“Well, no. Still, he’s there and I’m stuck here in London most every Wednesday.”
“I’ve had enough of this!” Ginny spat, getting up and summoning her clothes.
“Wait! Ginny! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Harry cried.
“Do I ask you if you have other girls here while I’m in Holyhead,” Ginny asked as she pulled her knickers up her slender, muscular legs and settled them on her hips. “Do I?”
“You know I don’t have other women here, Gin.”
“No, I don’t know that, Harry!” she said, fastening her bra, then pulling on her jeans. “For all I know you have a different girl here every night! But, I trust YOU! Now, you seem to believe that picture more than you do me!”
“I don’t, you know I don’t,” Harry pleaded, wondering how the situation had suddenly blown up like this. “Don’t go, Gin, please!”
“I have to get back and you have go to work,” she said, buttoning her blouse. “Can you get a Wednesday off?”
“Don’t know,” Harry said truthfully. “Probably not. Ron’s getting tired of covering for me.”
“Well, then, I guess I’ll see you in two weeks.” And with that, she apparated away.
Harry was in a state of shock the rest of the day, unable to figure out how things had gone so wrong so quickly.
He was late to his first training class which drew a scathing remark from the instructor.
“You know, Potter, if you were still in school I’d take ten points from Gryffindor for you showing up late - and freshly shagged.”
Ron, sitting next to him, smirked.
“Don’t you and Ginny ever come up for air?” he asked, drawing a titter from Susan Bones who was seated on Harry’s other side.
Harry turned his head and glared at her, but she merely stuck her pointy, pink tongue out at him, causing a sudden and embarrassing twitch in his groin. She was a very attractive young witch and her tongue looked a lot like Ginny’s, which could drive Harry spare on occasion.
Susan had taken her N.E.W.T.S. the summer after the Battle of Hogwarts and qualified for the Auror program. She was a star student, driven by the memory of her late Aunt Amelia to excel and track down those of her killers who were still on the loose.
Harry’s day got worse when just before lunch he ran into Dolores Umbridge. Harry was appalled when he first started at the Ministry to find that Umbridge still had a job. Unfortunately, as Kingsley explained to him, she had done nothing wrong during Thicknesse’s tenure.
“She was only following her orders and since Thicknesse was under the Imperius, we can’t hold him, or her, responsible. I know she’s a loathsome individual, but until she clearly violates the law or Ministry regulations, Harry, I have no valid reason to dismiss her.”
She called him into her office and held up a copy of Quidditch World Weekly.
“I see your little doxy has found another lover,” she sniped rather nastily.
“Hardly, Dolores,” Harry growled, smiling a little as she bristled at his use of her first name.
“It’s Deputy Undersecretary, Mr. Potter.”
“I thought this was ‘social’ visit, Dolores, so I didn’t think titles were necessary,” Harry smirked. “In that case, you may call me Auror Potter, if you’d like.”
“You are not an Auror yet, you little maggot,” she snapped, losing her composure. “And believe me, I’m doing everything I can to insure that you never will be. And what a handsome, virile specimen like Roger Ramsbottom could see in a skinny, little slag like Ginny Weasley, I’ll never know!”
Harry then noticed an autographed picture of Roger Ramsbottom on Umbridge’s desk, smiling and winking at her.
“Would you like her to introduce you to him? I could arrange that!” Harry laughed, picking the picture up. “You and ‘Ramjet!’ The mind boggles!”
“Out, you little hooligan! OUT!” she screamed, grabbing the photo and holding it protectively to her very ample bosom.
Harry was still distracted during the afternoon and Susan stunned him during dueling practice. She offered him a hand up and smiled.
“You’re not with it today, Harry, are you? It’s been weeks since I’ve been able to disarm and stun you. Buy me a drink after class and we’ll talk about it, okay?”
They went to the Leaky Cauldron and Susan finally drew the story out of him.
“She’ll cool off, I’m sure,” Susan said reassuringly. “Quidditch World Weekly is even less reliable as a source than The Daily Prophet. The Quibbler is more accurate than either of them!”
They got up and went to the Floo. Before entering, Susan gave him a short, but warm kiss.
“Thanks,” Harry blushed. “I needed that. But you and Ernie?”
“Harry,” Susan laughed, “me giving you a five second kiss hardly means I’m leaving Ernie and stealing you away from Ginny. We’re friends, and have been friends a long time. You just looked like you needed a little cheering up. It was a friendly kiss, that’s all.”
“I’m glad we’re friends,” Harry said, kissing her back, then watching her Floo away.
Ginny didn’t have good week at practice, the fight with Harry was gnawing at her. She realized she had overreacted, but his accusation had really stung her. Her mood was not improved when she discovered that many of the Catapults, including Roger, were at the party that Saturday night celebrating the Harpies victory over Kenmare.
“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Roger leered at her. “Where’s the Hero?”
“Working,” Ginny mumbled. “Leave me alone, Ramsbottom.”
“What kind of boyfriend leaves a hot piece like you alone on a Saturday night?” Roger smoozed smarmily. “Like me to keep you company tonight?”
“I’d rather be possessed by Voldemort again, thank you,” Ginny snarled.
“Tell you what, pumpkin,” Roger said. “Outscore me next Saturday, and I’ll leave you alone from then on. If I win, you go on a date with me.”
Through a hiccup in the Scheduling spell for the current season, Holyhead played Caerphilly three times over a five week period. The Catapults were right behind the Harpies for the League championship.
“Fine, whatever,” Ginny snapped. “Now, get away from me!”
The next Saturday, Ginny was not on her game. The Harpies lost the match, and Ramsbottom outscored her 120 to 80. She was not only humiliated, but she was forced to live up to her bet, since several players had heard her agree to it the week before.
“So, where shall we go?” Ramsbottom asked as he met her at the changing room door. “Your bed or mine?”
“I said I’d go on a date with you,” Ginny seethed. “I didn’t say word one about sex.”
“Date and sex are synonymous to me, Red.” he leered, fondling her bum.
“You need another thesaurus, then,” Ginny spat, slapping his hand away. “Let’s get this over with.”
He took her to a nice restaurant, then to a club, where he spent most the night trying to run his hands under her skirt and up her thighs. When he actually cupped her sex one time, she kicked him in the knee as hard as she could.
“That hurt!” he said, rubbing his knee.
“I meant for it to be your balls, but I missed! I’m leaving!”
“What? No good night kiss?” he leered as Ginny apparated back to her dorm. She was too ashamed and chagrined to visit Harry, so she sent him an owl saying she had eaten something that disagreed with her
She had. And it was crow.
Upon receiving her owl, Harry was more convinced than ever that she was seeing Ramsbottom. He felt vindicated when he got his Quidditch World Weekly on Monday featuring a picture of Ramsbottom with his hand under Ginny’s skirt.
The headline read: “Ramjet Scores!”
“The irresistible Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom has apparently added another filly to his stable of lovers in the person of Ginevra Weasley, the first-year Chaser phenom with the Holyhead Harpies. As can be seen from the photo, she is shivering with passion at his intimate caress. Shortly after this photo was taken, the blissful pair apparated away, reportedly directly to Miss Weasley’s boudoir.”
“It’s rubbish, Harry, you know it,” Ron told him before class that morning. “Ramsbottom is the pits. She’d never do anything like that with him.”
“Then why aren’t there bats flying out of his nose?” Harry asked. “Merlin’s arse, Ron, he has his hand on her...”
“Don’t say that word,” Ron gasped. “Not in front of me! And certainly not about my sister!”
Susan sat with him at lunch and tried to assure him that Ginny had probably simply wanted to avoid a public scene.
“The Harpies want their players to present the best image possible, you know that, Harry. It’s tough being the only all-female team and they don’t want the reputation that they’re all nothing but nasty dykes or whores and slags.”
Dolores Umbridge had been observing Harry carefully during the last week and had noticed that Susan was quite friendly towards him. Dolores had despised her aunt, Amelia, and shed no tears when she was murdered. If she could embarrass her niece, and make Potter’s life more difficult and miserable at the same time, all the better.
During lunch that Friday in the Ministry dining room, Dolores cast a very subtle Coercion charm on Susan and Harry. She knew that most Auror trainees did some serious drinking on Friday nights and the effects of the alcohol would intensify the charm several fold.
She knew Susan was engaged, so if she and Potter were caught in a compromising position, it would ruin her relationship with her fiancé, Ernest MacMillan, as well as Harry’s with Ginny Weasley. If the incident was lurid enough, or created enough bad blood between them, then one or both of them might even be kicked out of the Auror program.
The charm worked all too well. Harry and Susan drank, then danced very closely together, then snogged in a rear booth at the Leaky Cauldron. Hannah was dismayed, but didn’t intervene.
They went to Floo home, then looked at each other and Flooed to Harry’s flat. Their clothes flew from their bodies as they raced to his bedroom.
It wasn’t too difficult for Harry to pretend he was making love to Ginny. Susan had light red hair, a smattering of freckles, a slender, muscular body, and he discovered, a very similar lovemaking style.
Harry didn’t look too much like Ernie, other than wearing glasses, but he was a passionate, sensual lover and Susan’s alcohol- and spell-clouded mind made it easy to pretend. He did make her body literally sing with passion, though, just like Ernie did.
They made love for a long time, Susan having several orgasms before clenching Harry inside her a final time, her body pulsing with pleasure as he spilled into her.
“Ernie!” she screamed as Harry filled her. “Oh, Maeve! Ernie!”
“Ginny, Ginny, Ginny!” Harry gasped as he came hard and deep inside Susan’s body.
They shared a long, passionate kiss while tenderly stroking each other’s warm, sweaty flesh, then fell into a deep sleep.
Harry was awakened the next morning by Susan’s scream.
“HARRY! What...what the fuck? Harry! What am I doing here?”
Harry fell out of bed, then got on his knees and stared at the naked witch in his bed.
“Susan? What? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked confusedly as he stood up.
They both suddenly realized they were naked and grabbed at the sheet. They grabbed it at the same time and Harry’s ‘noble’ nature compelled him to let Susan have it. She held it in front of her naked form, staring wide-eyed at Harry’s morning condition.
Harry gasped when he figured out what she was looking at and quickly grabbed a pillow and held it to his crotch.
“Harry,” Susan wept, tears leaking down her cheeks. “What did we do? Why? Why did you do this to me?”
“Me?” Harry said. “I...I didn’t do anything. We just had drinks like we normally do, and...”
“And, what?” Susan cried. “Harry! We...we shagged each other!”
“Er, yeah, I guess we did,” he said with a crooked smile.
“It’s not funny, Harry,” she continued crying. “It’s not...” She started to snicker in spite of herself.
“Yes, we sure did,” she agreed with a soft blush. “But, Harry, this is going to ruin both our lives. You know it.”
“There has to be an explanation,” Harry insisted. “I know we’re friends, Susan, but, this? Oh, sure, I might have fantasized about making love to you a little bit, but I know you’re engaged. I know you and Ernie are a couple. We didn’t drink any more than usual.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” she sighed, sniffling a little. “Quick, where’s my wand? Accio Susan’s wand,” she said, stretching out her hand. Her wand flew in from the parlor and snapped into her palm.
“Retegere incantatem,” Susan said, dropping the sheet and passing the wand over her body, which glowed with a very faint golden hue.
“Quick, Harry, do an identification spell.”
“Aperio incantatem,” Harry said, a blue light swirling around Susan’s naked form.
“It’s some sort of compulsion spell,” Susan said, noting the color.
“So, someone forced us to do this.”
Susan nodded, then noticing she was naked again, wrapped the sheet around her and sat down on Harry’s bed.
“Well, yes,” she sighed, starting to cry again. “But...but the proclivity, the urge had to be present.”
“You’re a very pretty witch, Susan,” Harry said with what he hoped was a friendly leer.
She gave him a watery smile. “And you’re a handsome stud, Harry. But, I never seriously considered you as a lover, not really. I swear, I never did.”
“I never really thought seriously about making love to you, either, Susan,” Harry said, sitting down next to her, being careful to keep the pillow balanced in his lap. “But, still, I mean, we’re both young, healthy, and, well...”
“Lonely? Randy? Constantly horny?” Susan suggested. Ernie traveled a great deal for his family’s business.
Harry sighed and nodded in agreement.
“And we were drunk,” Susan added. “Well lubricated in any case. There aren’t a lot of people talented enough to cast a spell like this so subtly. It had to be someone at the Ministry. But, who?”
“I can guess, but I can’t prove anything,” Harry growled.
“Who?”
“Umbridge. She despises me and she’d do anything to discredit me and make my life more difficult.”
“She hated my Aunt Amelia, too,” Susan added, taking Harry’s hand. “If only we could do a Priori Incantatem on her wand. But, we’d need a valid reason, not just our suspicions, to get official permission.”
“Well, I’ve never been a real stickler for rules,” Harry grinned. “But, first, we need to figure out how we’re going to explain this Ernie.”
“And, Ginny,” Susan said. “Harry, despite the recent unpleasantness, you know you still love her. And she loves you. We could all meet here this evening.”
“It’s not her weekend to be off,” Harry told her. “But, I’ll get her here somehow.”
Susan smiled and kissed his cheek, then stood up and dropped the sheet. Harry gaped at her. She was just as beautiful, shapely and sexy as Ginny. Auror training kept one in good physical condition.
“It’s a little late for modesty,” she snickered. “Any idea where my knickers are?”
“Must be that pair on the doorknob, there. I don’t look good in blue lace.”
They got dressed and Harry fixed them breakfast.
“Do you fix breakfast for all your shags?” Susan asked in her most innocent tone.
Harry spat out his coffee, then leered at her. “Only the good ones.”
Susan said she would Floo him in the early evening, then gave him a kiss and vanished in the flames.
Harry knocked around his flat for the rest of the morning, stewing and worrying. He knew he should confess his ‘sin,’ but to whom? Ron and the rest of the Weasley brothers would murder him. Hermione would lecture him. Molly would probably hex his bits off.
He Flooed to Holyhead stadium and managed to bluff his way in the players’ entrance. He had to give the doorkeeper an autograph which truly tickled him while embarrassing him to tears.
Harry sat on the steps leading up to the seats in the grandstand, almost level with the surface of the Pitch. He had a crick in his neck by the time the game ended, the Harpies soundly beating Montrose 490 to 210.
He was standing by the changing room door as the Harpies left the field.
“Harry?” Ginny gasped. “What? What are you doing here?”
“Watching you win,” he smiled. “Have I told you recently that you’re the best Chaser in the world.”
Ginny smiled, then started crying softly.
“I’m sorry, Harry, so sorry for getting so upset with you.”
“It was all my fault,” he said, hugging her. “Now, I have a confession to make. I slept with Susan Bones.”
Ginny glared at him. “Is that supposed to be funny?”
“No, it’s the truth, and I need you to come home with me tonight so we can explain what happened and figure out how to get revenge.”
“You expect me to see you again? After...after shagging Susan! Let me go, Harry!” she yelled, pulling out of his arms and slapping him.
Harry grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away.
“Do you love me, Ginny?” Harry asked softly.
“No,” she said nastily, then looked into his eyes. “No, yes, I don’t know. You and Susan? Why?”
“We were under a spell, that’s why I need you tonight.”
“I don’t think Gwen will let me go,” Ginny said. Then her eyes blazed. “But, I’ll come with you anyway. Just let me shower first.”
As Ginny predicted, Gwenog said no way, no how when she said she had to go with Harry.
“It’s a family emergency,” Harry claimed.
“Who died?” Gwenog asked.
“No one,” Harry admitted.
“Then, it’s no emergency. You won’t die if you don’t get to shag Ginny until next weekend.”
“It is a family emergency,” Ginny glowered at her coach. “It could very well determine Harry’s and my future. If you don’t let me go, I’ll quit!”
“No, you won’t,” Gwenog smirked.
“You think not? Just try me!” Her expression hardened, her jaw jutted out and her eyes bore into Gwenog’s.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Ginny just nodded.
“You’re much too good for me to let you go without a fight,” Gwenog conceded. “What’s so urgent?”
“Without going into detail,” Harry said, “I cheated on Ginny. But, it wasn’t my fault. We need to work out the issues with the other couple involved as well as plot some revenge.”
“Are you willing to be back by midnight?” Gwenog asked Ginny.
“Yes, Gwen, I will,” Ginny promised. “I...I won’t even have sex with Harry if you insist.”
Gwenog laughed at Harry’s crestfallen expression.
“You’re wound up just a little too tight, Ginny. Go ahead, shag his lips loose.”
They apparated back to Harry’s flat and Ginny immediately seized his lips with hers and pushed him down onto the sofa.
“I’ve missed you, Harry, I have,” she panted as she snogged him thoroughly.
Their clothes soon were strewn on the floor and Harry watched eagerly as Ginny straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto him. Watching his cock disappear into her red curls was so erotic he almost came the second she bottomed out on him and squeezed him inside her.
“Don’t you dare,” she teased, hearing his moan of ecstasy. “I have three week’s worth of sexual frustration to work out on you, Harry Potter.”
An hour later, Ginny was lying on Harry’s heaving chest, her breasts flattened against his firm frame, her body still tingling with pleasure. She sat up straight on him, then naughtily flexed her muscles along his length.
“You’re killing me, Gin,” he groaned, a very satisfied smile on his lips.
“Oh, I hope not,” she giggled. “I want at least one more shag from you before I go back.”
“Harry? Are you there?” a voice called through the Floo.
“Don’t...don’t come over yet, Susan!” Harry yelled. Ginny broke down into gales of laughter as Susan’s face appeared in the flames.
“Oh, hi, Ginny! You look very satisfied with yourself.”
“Oh, I am, I am,” Ginny cooed, as Harry tried to cover them with a blanket. “It’s not like she hasn’t seen you naked, Harry. Give us five minutes, Susan, alright?”
They dressed quickly and Susan and Ernie Flooed in. Ernie, as Harry had expected, did not look the least bit happy about the situation.
However, as the story came out and their conclusion that it was, in all probability, Umbridge that had charmed them, Ernie and Ginny were satisfied that their respective lovers had not been in control of themselves or their emotions and could not be blamed for their liaison.
Ernie was still a little glum, though. “I know it wasn’t your fault, Susan, or yours, Harry, but still...”
“Ernie, you know it’s you I love and want to marry,” Susan said kissing him sweetly, then looking directly into his eyes. “But, barring obliviation, Harry and me can’t, well, can’t un-shag ourselves now, can we? I’ve done a little more research on the charm that was used on us and one of its effects is overstimulating the victims’ libidos. I couldn’t help but enjoy myself with Harry, nor could he help enjoying me. But, it wasn’t real, Ernie. It was a spell-induced frenzy, nothing more.”
“Still, Harry,” Ginny fretted a bit. “You two seemed to...to connect so easily.”
“We’d been drinking, our defenses were lowered,” Harry explained. “We’d both been without sex for a couple of weeks or more. I have to be honest, Ginny, Ernie. I’ve always thought of Susan as attractive and admit that, yes, every once in a while I might have fantasized a little about making love to her. I’m a guy, for Merlin’s sake, and she’s a very sexy witch.”
“Aww,” Susan sniggered. “You say that to all your shags, I bet.”
Harry turned a bright red as Ginny and Ernie laughed along with Susan.
“Just the good ones,” he finally managed to say, staring directly at Ginny and making her flush.
Ginny’s face then became mischievous. “If you’d like, Ernie, we can go into the bedroom right now and ‘even things up!’”
It was Ernie’s turn to blush as his friends laughed at his expression.
“I’m tempted,” he finally said, smirking at his fiancee, then at the other couple, “but, there are two Aurors in the room, so I know when I’m outclassed. Don’t think I’m not flattered by your offer, Ginny. I appreciate a good-looking witch as much as the next guy! Maybe some other time? OWW! Susan!”
Susan had smacked him on the back of the head.
“Well, you’re not going to be HER next guy, understand?” she growled lovingly. “Come on, I need to get laid, Ernie, and I’m sure our host and hostess have similar desires. Have you given any thought on how to get even, Harry?”
“I have, but I need to work out some details with Ginny. I’ll talk to you Monday, Susan, and figure out how we can Priori Umbridge’s wand. Have fun, you two!”
“Oh, we will!” Susan gushed. “Come on, Ernie. I’ll race you to the bedroom when we get back to your flat.” With that she disappeared into the Floo.
Ernie grinned at his friends. “If she gets there first, that means she gets to choose the position.”
“She’s probably the fastest runner in our class,” Harry laughed. “Do you ever get to be on top?”
“Not too much,” Ernie admitted a little sheepishly. “I don’t mind the least little bit, though.”
After Ernie disappeared into the flames, Ginny pulled Harry’s lips to hers and kissed him with all the love and passion she could muster.
“I love you, Harry,” she sighed. “Come on, we have time for one more shag before I have to go back. Race you to the bedroom!”
An hour later, Harry stared down into Ginny’s chocolate eyes and sweat-streaked face, still moving slowly inside her warm, slick embrace.
“You cheated,” she pouted. “Pulling my hair. You’re no gentleman!”
“But you are one very, very fine lady,” he said, kissing her and making a thorough exploration of her willing mouth.
“So, any ideas for revenge?” Ginny asked as Harry rolled off her and they snuggled against each other.
Harry laughed “Umbridge is a ‘Ramjet’ groupie.”
“You can’t be serious?” Ginny roared.
“She has an autographed picture. She said to me that he couldn’t possibly be interested in a ‘skinny slag’ like you.”
“Humph!”
“I like my women svelte and slender,” Harry said, running his hands up and down the smooth, warm skin of Ginny’s back and bottom.
“So, how can we capitalize on that?” Ginny mused. “Oh! Oh, oh!”
“What?”
Ginny practically squealed. “It’s a little risky, but we can fulfill Umbridge’s fantasy and humiliate Ramsbottom at the same time!”
“How?”
“We play Caerphilly this coming Saturday. For all intents and purposes, it’s going to decide who the League champion is this season. I’ll bet Ramsbottom that I’ll outscore him. That’s why I had to go out with him last weekend, Harry. I lost the bet.”
“I know Weasley’s always pay their debts, Ginny,” Harry said as he kissed her.
“Well, what do you think of this idea?”
Harry and Ginny managed one more shag before she apparated back to Holyhead. Gwenog was waiting at the door to Ginny’s room in the dorm.
“Hmm, 11:58 and thirty seconds. Not bad. Everything cool now, Ginny?” her coach asked.
“Yes, and I have a big, big favor to ask.”
Ginny explained what had been happening and saw that Gwenog was very sympathetic.
“That’s really low, Ginny. I’m sorry that it happened like that. You and Harry are made for each other, you know that.”
“Oh, I know,” Ginny smiled. “We’re good now, honest. I want you to ask the rest of the Chasers to give me the Quaffle as often as possible. I’m going to bet ‘Ramjet’ again that I’ll outscore him.”
“Well, after your last ‘date,’” Gwenog said with a wry smile, “I doubt if he’ll accept.”
“I’m going to offer to sleep with him if he wins,” Ginny said bluntly. “That’s why I need to be the one who scores as much as possible this Saturday.”
“Alright, I’ll agree with that,” Gwenog said. “But, how is this going to embarrass him? Other than being outscored, that is?”
“Listen to this...”
At lunch on Wednesday, Dolores Umbridge was startled when Susan Bones came over and sat down at the table with her. Hardly anyone at the Ministry would associate with her anymore.
“Can I help you, Miss Bones?” Dolores sneered.
“Could I see your wand?” Susan asked innocently. “I understand it’s fairly unique. Dragon heartstring, but not just any dragon, right?”
“Of course not!” Umbridge replied haughtily. “It’s from a Ukrainian Ironbelly, the most dangerous dragon in the world! Here, see!”
Dolores pulled her wand out and flourished it. Harry was standing behind her and quickly cast a Priori Incantatem on it. Several spells spilled out, including the Coercion charm.
“What!? Who?” Dolores babbled, quickly trying to disperse the spell signatures.
“My, my,” Harry said. “Someone’s been casting illegal charms, haven’t they? That’s five years in Azkaban last time I checked.”
“Now, wait,” Dolores sputtered. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
“I’m sure,” Harry said, sitting down next to Susan. “Say, your resignation.”
“You can’t prove that my spell was the one that affected you! That made you shag each other!” Dolores snorted.
Susan’s face lit up in triumph.
“How would you know that we shagged each other if you hadn’t cast that Coercion charm on us? Your wand just proved that you put the spell on someone, and since Harry and I were under a Coercion charm this last weekend, I think the evidence is pretty conclusive, wouldn’t you say?”
“What do you want?” Dolores asked, now quite worried.
“How would you like a date with Roger Ramsbottom?” Harry asked.
“Get to the point, Potter,” Umbridge snapped.
“That is the point, Dolores,” Harry grinned. “After your weekend of passion, you’ll retire from the Ministry and live a life of sexual splendor with the Caerphilly Casanova. What could be better?”
“You can’t be serious,” Umbridge said, her heart beginning to beat faster and faster.
“I am,” Harry assured her. “Why don’t we put it in writing? I’ll even sweeten the deal. No Roger, no resignation, alright?”
At Holyhead stadium that Saturday, Ginny smiled at ‘Ramjet’ as he emerged from the visitors’ changing room.
“Hello, Roger,” she purred. “Like to bet on who scores the most today?”
“Why? You know I’m the best.”
“Well, I’d like to find out for sure,” Ginny said, licking her lips and walking her fingers up his thigh. Ramsbottom dropped his broom in surprise.
“What?”
“If you beat me, I’ll sleep with you tonight,” Ginny said.
Ramsbottom almost drooled with delight. “I like my partners naked. Oh, and face down with their bum in the air.”
“Alight. Now we need to discuss what you’re offering if you should lose!”
“Never happen, but alright, what do you want? My promise that I’ll shag you even if you beat me?” Ramsbottom gloated.
“No, I want your Unbreakable Vow that you’ll shag a friend of mine,” Ginny said, licking her lips again and making Ramsbottom shiver with barely suppressed lust.
“Who?”
“Now, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it,” Ginny simpered, sexily stroking her crotch. “I’ve heard she’s a real tiger in bed, though.”
“I don’t know...” Ramsbottom hesitated.
“Come on, Roger,” Ginny said, standing on tiptoe and kissing him, running her tongue across his lips. “To the victor, the spoils, you know.”
She cupped the bulge in his Quidditch trousers and squeezed lightly.
“Alright! I’ll swear!”
Gwenog just happened to appear at that moment and witnessed their oath, Ginny swearing to sleep with Roger if he outscored her and Roger swearing to shag her ‘friend’ if Ginny should prevail.
Ramsbottom trotted away afterwards, already picturing Ginny’s naked body writhing beneath him that night.
“This is risky, Ginny,” Gwenog said. “He really is a good player. You have to sleep with him if you lose, you know. There’s no avoiding it.”
“I know. I’ll be glad to sleep with him. Just sleep. That’s how the oath is worded. There wasn’t a word about having sex with him. His oath, on the other hand...”
“You’re just plain evil, Ginny Weasley,” Gwenog laughed, hugging the young witch tightly. “Everyone knows to get the Quaffle to you as much as possible. If we win big today, the title is ours!”
Ginny flew rings around ‘Ramjet,’ stealing the Quaffle from him six times and intercepting six of his passes. She even got a very sneaky play in on him, ramming him between his legs and convincing the referee that it was just ‘incidental contact.’ Ramsbottom was wincing in real pain. She had hit him right on his perineum which wasn’t protected by his cup.
Ginny outscored ‘Ramjet’ 210 to 90 and the Harpies won the match by 350 points, virtually assuring them first place in the British League.
Ramsbottom was pacing outside the changing room door, wondering what kind of beast Weasley was going to shackle him to. His heart almost stopped when Harry walked up with Dolores.
“Dolores Umbridge, meet Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom,” Harry said, barely managing to keep a straight face. “You two kids have fun tonight!”
“Oh, Roger! My dream come true!” Dolores gushed as she grabbed Ramsbottom’s arm and apparated away with him.
Harry, Ginny, the rest of the Harpies and even a fair number of Catapult players literally fell down laughing.
“Ginny,” Gwenog told her as the party that night was winding down, “since we don’t have another game until next Saturday, you can stay with Harry until Wednesday. Have fun!”
Harry and Ginny apparated to his flat, directly to his bedroom. Clothes disappeared within seconds and Harry sank himself into Ginny’s warm, accepting body with one long, slow thrust.
“So hot, so tight,” he murmured, kissing her as he began moving inside her.
“My lover, my one and only lover,” Ginny sighed back, finding his rhythm and pushing herself up along his length, her breasts bobbing in sensuous syncopation to Harry’s thrusts.
It was their finest lovemaking session to date. Ginny swore she came six times before Harry finally had to let go, filling her as she pulled his hips tightly to hers and felt his warmth pulse into her as her muscles clenched his shaft inside her.
“So good. So very, very good,” Ginny murmured, her hands caressing Harry’s back as her feet ran up and down the back of his thighs.
“Wonderful!” Harry gasped. “The most wonderful lover in the universe. Mine. All mine.”
As they cuddled afterwards, kissing and stroking, Ginny smiled into her lover’s beautiful green eyes.
“I wonder how ‘Ramjet’ and Dolores are making out?”
“I don’t know whether to laugh or puke,” Harry said, faking a gag. “Would you have slept with him if you’d lost?”
“Of course,” Ginny said. “Weasley’s always pay their bets. But, Harry, just like I told Gwen, the way the oath was worded all I had to do was SLEEP with him. There wasn’t any mention of sex, or even fondling. The first time he even touched, he would have broken the oath and I would have been free to leave. And believe me, I would have apparated out of there naked to get away from him! Straight to your bed!”
“I like that idea,” Harry growled. “Ready for another go, Miss Weasley?”
“Need you ask?” Ginny growled back, rolling Harry between her eagerly parted thighs and sighing as he sheathed himself inside her.
Brunch at the Burrow was very entertaining, especially when Harry and Ginny told the story of how they got Umbridge and Ramsbottom together. Even her mother had laughed, though her face was bright red with embarrassment at the ribald tale.
Ron, George, Percy and Bill all teasingly threatened Harry over his ‘lecherous assault’ on Susan and his taking advantage of their sister’s ‘gentle and forgiving’ nature. Ginny finally told them all to back off or she’d hex their bits off and use them for Beaters’ bats.
“All except Ron’s, of course,” she smirked. “Nowhere near long enough!”
Ron snorted and puffed as everyone else, even Hermione, sniggered.
After another night of glorious sex, Harry was awakened by the delivery owl. He was looking forward to his days off. Kingsley had been so tickled with the way Harry had gotten Umbridge to resign that he finally intervened with Gawain Robards and ordered him to give Harry two days off. Harry figured he and Ginny could have enough sex over the next two and a half days to make up almost the whole season’s worth of Wednesdays he’d been unable to get to Holyhead.
Harry took the papers, paid and treated the owl, and sat on the bed. He opened the Quidditch World Weekly, then began laughing uproariously.
Ginny woke up, happily stroking her very well-shagged pussy and smiling at her lover.
“Good news?” she inquired.
Harry simply handed her the paper, unable to speak for laughing. Ginny laughed too as she read the headline:
“Under the Secretary?” it read.
“Catapult’s superstar Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom was spotted Sunday morning leaving the home of none other than the former Undersecretary of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, who resigned effective today, Monday.”
“‘I have nothing to say,’” Miss Umbridge replied to reporters’ questions, “‘other than Mr. Ramsbottom and I are really just good friends.’”
“Ramsbottom was unavailable for comment. The Catapult’s front office said their star Chaser had requested some personal time off for reflection and apparated away after being granted a leave of absence for the remainder of the season. Rumors have him in Tibet, Peru, Bora Bora and Ultima Thule, among other locations.”
Title: Love in Season
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: Hard R
Words: ~7000
Warnings: Sexual situations
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling.
Summary: The stress of separation, schedule conflicts, work, and an old nemesis all conspire to put Harry and Ginny's love for each other to a stern test.
Harry awoke Monday morning to the sound of an owl tapping on his window. He muttered a bit, then smiled at seeing Ginny’s nude body stretched out on the bed next to him, her pale skin almost glowing in the early dawn’s light.
Harry got up, stretched, then smiled with fond memories of the past day and a half. The room smelled - reeked, actually - of sex.
“It should,” he thought rather smugly. “We’ve done it seven times in the last thirty-six hours.”
There was a reason for the frenetic sex. That is, other than the fact that the two of them were young, in great shape, and in love.
Gwenog Jones, the Harpies captain, just like the captains before her, insisted that first year players live in the team dormitory in Holyhead and could only have two days off every fortnight.
Ginny had complained bitterly, but Gwenog said every other Harpy for the last fifty years had been required to do the same, including her. Ginny recalled then that Angelina Johnson had also had to live in Holyhead her first year. Fred had been very, VERY unhappy.
“It’s part of the training regimen,” Gwenog had told her. “It instills discipline. Plus, I’ve found that the hornier my players are, they harder and rougher they play.”
Ginny had blushed a little at this point. Merlin knew she got horny after a day without sex with Harry, let alone a fortnight.
Gwenog did have some mercy on her first-year players; they could have male visitors stay overnight on Wednesdays. Unfortunately for Ginny and Harry, Wednesday was his regularly scheduled night duty with the Auror training program. Ron would cover for him on occasion, but he was usually ungracious about it. After all, any time Harry wasn’t on duty it meant that he was shagging his sister.
Harry had pleaded with Gawain Robards to let him change the night, but the Chief Auror had merely smirked and said that Harry wanting to get laid was no reason for him to change his schedule.
“There’s no nooky available in the field, either, Potter. Do you plan on taking her with you on missions, too?”
Harry had complained to Kingsley who, while sympathetic, generally would not interfere with the internal running of the various Ministry departments, certainly not for a personal reason like Harry’s.
So, Harry and Ginny coped, mainly by shagging themselves senseless during the two days she was home. They did faithfully attend Sunday brunch at the Burrow, but that was about the only time they emerged from Harry’s flat. Indeed, it was about the only time they emerged from his bedroom other than to use the loo or to go to the kitchen and eat so that they had the energy to shag some more. Sometimes they shagged on the kitchen table, thereby killing two birds with one stone, so to speak.
Ginny would show up after her Saturday game, often straight from her shower in the changing rooms at Holyhead. They would make love, get dressed, go pubbing with friends for a couple of hours, then return to Harry’s flat and shag until it was time to go to the Burrow.
After brunch, and the inevitable lewd comments from her brothers and disapproving glare from her mother, they would Floo back to Harry’s and shag until Monday morning.
The situation had put a lot of stress on their relationship. They had had numerous spats and petty arguments, which almost always ended with some really fine make up sex. However, their agony was nearing an end. It was late-April and the season ended in about seven weeks.
Harry opened the window, took the papers from the owl, put a sickle in its pouch and gave it a treat. He sat down on the bed and opened the latest edition of Quidditch World Weekly.
“New Amour for the Caerphilly Casanova?” read the headline.
“Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom,” the article continued, “seen here emerging from the Holyhead Harpies dormitory last Thursday morning would not comment on the rumors of his affair with their new star Chaser, Ginevra Weasley.”
“‘I respect her privacy too much to spread tales,’ the considerate star said.”
“The rumors started as a result of the photo on page two taken at the party in Caerphilly after the Harpies loss there on Saturday last to the Catapults. As can be plainly seen, Miss Weasley is smiling broadly as ‘Ramjet’ gives a very intimate squeeze.”
“Whatcha reading, Harry?” Ginny mumbled from behind him.
“About you and ‘Ramjet,’” he said rather crossly.
“There is no me and ‘Ramjet,’ Harry,” Ginny snapped. “What on earth are you nattering on about?”
“How do you explain this?” he asked, handing her the paper. “Why are you smiling?”
“I’m not smiling, Harry, I’m grimacing. He was squeezing me so hard it hurt.”
“Why was he even touching you?”
“He grabbed me,” Ginny said, a touch of annoyance in her tone. “For Merlin’s sake, Harry! You honestly think I have any interest in a bigheaded, overblown, overrated, narcissistic Lothario like Roger Ramsbottom?”
“Well..., no, I guess not,” Harry mumbled.
“You guess not!?” Ginny yelled. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“He was coming out of the Harpies’ dorm,” Harry reminded her.
“He was probably shagging Mary Weston, the other first year player. And our three foreign-born players live in the dorms, too! Do you honestly think I’d let a scumbag like Ramsbottom between my legs, Harry? Honestly?”
“Well, no. Still, he’s there and I’m stuck here in London most every Wednesday.”
“I’ve had enough of this!” Ginny spat, getting up and summoning her clothes.
“Wait! Ginny! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Harry cried.
“Do I ask you if you have other girls here while I’m in Holyhead,” Ginny asked as she pulled her knickers up her slender, muscular legs and settled them on her hips. “Do I?”
“You know I don’t have other women here, Gin.”
“No, I don’t know that, Harry!” she said, fastening her bra, then pulling on her jeans. “For all I know you have a different girl here every night! But, I trust YOU! Now, you seem to believe that picture more than you do me!”
“I don’t, you know I don’t,” Harry pleaded, wondering how the situation had suddenly blown up like this. “Don’t go, Gin, please!”
“I have to get back and you have go to work,” she said, buttoning her blouse. “Can you get a Wednesday off?”
“Don’t know,” Harry said truthfully. “Probably not. Ron’s getting tired of covering for me.”
“Well, then, I guess I’ll see you in two weeks.” And with that, she apparated away.
Harry was in a state of shock the rest of the day, unable to figure out how things had gone so wrong so quickly.
He was late to his first training class which drew a scathing remark from the instructor.
“You know, Potter, if you were still in school I’d take ten points from Gryffindor for you showing up late - and freshly shagged.”
Ron, sitting next to him, smirked.
“Don’t you and Ginny ever come up for air?” he asked, drawing a titter from Susan Bones who was seated on Harry’s other side.
Harry turned his head and glared at her, but she merely stuck her pointy, pink tongue out at him, causing a sudden and embarrassing twitch in his groin. She was a very attractive young witch and her tongue looked a lot like Ginny’s, which could drive Harry spare on occasion.
Susan had taken her N.E.W.T.S. the summer after the Battle of Hogwarts and qualified for the Auror program. She was a star student, driven by the memory of her late Aunt Amelia to excel and track down those of her killers who were still on the loose.
Harry’s day got worse when just before lunch he ran into Dolores Umbridge. Harry was appalled when he first started at the Ministry to find that Umbridge still had a job. Unfortunately, as Kingsley explained to him, she had done nothing wrong during Thicknesse’s tenure.
“She was only following her orders and since Thicknesse was under the Imperius, we can’t hold him, or her, responsible. I know she’s a loathsome individual, but until she clearly violates the law or Ministry regulations, Harry, I have no valid reason to dismiss her.”
She called him into her office and held up a copy of Quidditch World Weekly.
“I see your little doxy has found another lover,” she sniped rather nastily.
“Hardly, Dolores,” Harry growled, smiling a little as she bristled at his use of her first name.
“It’s Deputy Undersecretary, Mr. Potter.”
“I thought this was ‘social’ visit, Dolores, so I didn’t think titles were necessary,” Harry smirked. “In that case, you may call me Auror Potter, if you’d like.”
“You are not an Auror yet, you little maggot,” she snapped, losing her composure. “And believe me, I’m doing everything I can to insure that you never will be. And what a handsome, virile specimen like Roger Ramsbottom could see in a skinny, little slag like Ginny Weasley, I’ll never know!”
Harry then noticed an autographed picture of Roger Ramsbottom on Umbridge’s desk, smiling and winking at her.
“Would you like her to introduce you to him? I could arrange that!” Harry laughed, picking the picture up. “You and ‘Ramjet!’ The mind boggles!”
“Out, you little hooligan! OUT!” she screamed, grabbing the photo and holding it protectively to her very ample bosom.
Harry was still distracted during the afternoon and Susan stunned him during dueling practice. She offered him a hand up and smiled.
“You’re not with it today, Harry, are you? It’s been weeks since I’ve been able to disarm and stun you. Buy me a drink after class and we’ll talk about it, okay?”
They went to the Leaky Cauldron and Susan finally drew the story out of him.
“She’ll cool off, I’m sure,” Susan said reassuringly. “Quidditch World Weekly is even less reliable as a source than The Daily Prophet. The Quibbler is more accurate than either of them!”
They got up and went to the Floo. Before entering, Susan gave him a short, but warm kiss.
“Thanks,” Harry blushed. “I needed that. But you and Ernie?”
“Harry,” Susan laughed, “me giving you a five second kiss hardly means I’m leaving Ernie and stealing you away from Ginny. We’re friends, and have been friends a long time. You just looked like you needed a little cheering up. It was a friendly kiss, that’s all.”
“I’m glad we’re friends,” Harry said, kissing her back, then watching her Floo away.
Ginny didn’t have good week at practice, the fight with Harry was gnawing at her. She realized she had overreacted, but his accusation had really stung her. Her mood was not improved when she discovered that many of the Catapults, including Roger, were at the party that Saturday night celebrating the Harpies victory over Kenmare.
“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Roger leered at her. “Where’s the Hero?”
“Working,” Ginny mumbled. “Leave me alone, Ramsbottom.”
“What kind of boyfriend leaves a hot piece like you alone on a Saturday night?” Roger smoozed smarmily. “Like me to keep you company tonight?”
“I’d rather be possessed by Voldemort again, thank you,” Ginny snarled.
“Tell you what, pumpkin,” Roger said. “Outscore me next Saturday, and I’ll leave you alone from then on. If I win, you go on a date with me.”
Through a hiccup in the Scheduling spell for the current season, Holyhead played Caerphilly three times over a five week period. The Catapults were right behind the Harpies for the League championship.
“Fine, whatever,” Ginny snapped. “Now, get away from me!”
The next Saturday, Ginny was not on her game. The Harpies lost the match, and Ramsbottom outscored her 120 to 80. She was not only humiliated, but she was forced to live up to her bet, since several players had heard her agree to it the week before.
“So, where shall we go?” Ramsbottom asked as he met her at the changing room door. “Your bed or mine?”
“I said I’d go on a date with you,” Ginny seethed. “I didn’t say word one about sex.”
“Date and sex are synonymous to me, Red.” he leered, fondling her bum.
“You need another thesaurus, then,” Ginny spat, slapping his hand away. “Let’s get this over with.”
He took her to a nice restaurant, then to a club, where he spent most the night trying to run his hands under her skirt and up her thighs. When he actually cupped her sex one time, she kicked him in the knee as hard as she could.
“That hurt!” he said, rubbing his knee.
“I meant for it to be your balls, but I missed! I’m leaving!”
“What? No good night kiss?” he leered as Ginny apparated back to her dorm. She was too ashamed and chagrined to visit Harry, so she sent him an owl saying she had eaten something that disagreed with her
She had. And it was crow.
Upon receiving her owl, Harry was more convinced than ever that she was seeing Ramsbottom. He felt vindicated when he got his Quidditch World Weekly on Monday featuring a picture of Ramsbottom with his hand under Ginny’s skirt.
The headline read: “Ramjet Scores!”
“The irresistible Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom has apparently added another filly to his stable of lovers in the person of Ginevra Weasley, the first-year Chaser phenom with the Holyhead Harpies. As can be seen from the photo, she is shivering with passion at his intimate caress. Shortly after this photo was taken, the blissful pair apparated away, reportedly directly to Miss Weasley’s boudoir.”
“It’s rubbish, Harry, you know it,” Ron told him before class that morning. “Ramsbottom is the pits. She’d never do anything like that with him.”
“Then why aren’t there bats flying out of his nose?” Harry asked. “Merlin’s arse, Ron, he has his hand on her...”
“Don’t say that word,” Ron gasped. “Not in front of me! And certainly not about my sister!”
Susan sat with him at lunch and tried to assure him that Ginny had probably simply wanted to avoid a public scene.
“The Harpies want their players to present the best image possible, you know that, Harry. It’s tough being the only all-female team and they don’t want the reputation that they’re all nothing but nasty dykes or whores and slags.”
Dolores Umbridge had been observing Harry carefully during the last week and had noticed that Susan was quite friendly towards him. Dolores had despised her aunt, Amelia, and shed no tears when she was murdered. If she could embarrass her niece, and make Potter’s life more difficult and miserable at the same time, all the better.
During lunch that Friday in the Ministry dining room, Dolores cast a very subtle Coercion charm on Susan and Harry. She knew that most Auror trainees did some serious drinking on Friday nights and the effects of the alcohol would intensify the charm several fold.
She knew Susan was engaged, so if she and Potter were caught in a compromising position, it would ruin her relationship with her fiancé, Ernest MacMillan, as well as Harry’s with Ginny Weasley. If the incident was lurid enough, or created enough bad blood between them, then one or both of them might even be kicked out of the Auror program.
The charm worked all too well. Harry and Susan drank, then danced very closely together, then snogged in a rear booth at the Leaky Cauldron. Hannah was dismayed, but didn’t intervene.
They went to Floo home, then looked at each other and Flooed to Harry’s flat. Their clothes flew from their bodies as they raced to his bedroom.
It wasn’t too difficult for Harry to pretend he was making love to Ginny. Susan had light red hair, a smattering of freckles, a slender, muscular body, and he discovered, a very similar lovemaking style.
Harry didn’t look too much like Ernie, other than wearing glasses, but he was a passionate, sensual lover and Susan’s alcohol- and spell-clouded mind made it easy to pretend. He did make her body literally sing with passion, though, just like Ernie did.
They made love for a long time, Susan having several orgasms before clenching Harry inside her a final time, her body pulsing with pleasure as he spilled into her.
“Ernie!” she screamed as Harry filled her. “Oh, Maeve! Ernie!”
“Ginny, Ginny, Ginny!” Harry gasped as he came hard and deep inside Susan’s body.
They shared a long, passionate kiss while tenderly stroking each other’s warm, sweaty flesh, then fell into a deep sleep.
Harry was awakened the next morning by Susan’s scream.
“HARRY! What...what the fuck? Harry! What am I doing here?”
Harry fell out of bed, then got on his knees and stared at the naked witch in his bed.
“Susan? What? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked confusedly as he stood up.
They both suddenly realized they were naked and grabbed at the sheet. They grabbed it at the same time and Harry’s ‘noble’ nature compelled him to let Susan have it. She held it in front of her naked form, staring wide-eyed at Harry’s morning condition.
Harry gasped when he figured out what she was looking at and quickly grabbed a pillow and held it to his crotch.
“Harry,” Susan wept, tears leaking down her cheeks. “What did we do? Why? Why did you do this to me?”
“Me?” Harry said. “I...I didn’t do anything. We just had drinks like we normally do, and...”
“And, what?” Susan cried. “Harry! We...we shagged each other!”
“Er, yeah, I guess we did,” he said with a crooked smile.
“It’s not funny, Harry,” she continued crying. “It’s not...” She started to snicker in spite of herself.
“Yes, we sure did,” she agreed with a soft blush. “But, Harry, this is going to ruin both our lives. You know it.”
“There has to be an explanation,” Harry insisted. “I know we’re friends, Susan, but, this? Oh, sure, I might have fantasized about making love to you a little bit, but I know you’re engaged. I know you and Ernie are a couple. We didn’t drink any more than usual.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” she sighed, sniffling a little. “Quick, where’s my wand? Accio Susan’s wand,” she said, stretching out her hand. Her wand flew in from the parlor and snapped into her palm.
“Retegere incantatem,” Susan said, dropping the sheet and passing the wand over her body, which glowed with a very faint golden hue.
“Quick, Harry, do an identification spell.”
“Aperio incantatem,” Harry said, a blue light swirling around Susan’s naked form.
“It’s some sort of compulsion spell,” Susan said, noting the color.
“So, someone forced us to do this.”
Susan nodded, then noticing she was naked again, wrapped the sheet around her and sat down on Harry’s bed.
“Well, yes,” she sighed, starting to cry again. “But...but the proclivity, the urge had to be present.”
“You’re a very pretty witch, Susan,” Harry said with what he hoped was a friendly leer.
She gave him a watery smile. “And you’re a handsome stud, Harry. But, I never seriously considered you as a lover, not really. I swear, I never did.”
“I never really thought seriously about making love to you, either, Susan,” Harry said, sitting down next to her, being careful to keep the pillow balanced in his lap. “But, still, I mean, we’re both young, healthy, and, well...”
“Lonely? Randy? Constantly horny?” Susan suggested. Ernie traveled a great deal for his family’s business.
Harry sighed and nodded in agreement.
“And we were drunk,” Susan added. “Well lubricated in any case. There aren’t a lot of people talented enough to cast a spell like this so subtly. It had to be someone at the Ministry. But, who?”
“I can guess, but I can’t prove anything,” Harry growled.
“Who?”
“Umbridge. She despises me and she’d do anything to discredit me and make my life more difficult.”
“She hated my Aunt Amelia, too,” Susan added, taking Harry’s hand. “If only we could do a Priori Incantatem on her wand. But, we’d need a valid reason, not just our suspicions, to get official permission.”
“Well, I’ve never been a real stickler for rules,” Harry grinned. “But, first, we need to figure out how we’re going to explain this Ernie.”
“And, Ginny,” Susan said. “Harry, despite the recent unpleasantness, you know you still love her. And she loves you. We could all meet here this evening.”
“It’s not her weekend to be off,” Harry told her. “But, I’ll get her here somehow.”
Susan smiled and kissed his cheek, then stood up and dropped the sheet. Harry gaped at her. She was just as beautiful, shapely and sexy as Ginny. Auror training kept one in good physical condition.
“It’s a little late for modesty,” she snickered. “Any idea where my knickers are?”
“Must be that pair on the doorknob, there. I don’t look good in blue lace.”
They got dressed and Harry fixed them breakfast.
“Do you fix breakfast for all your shags?” Susan asked in her most innocent tone.
Harry spat out his coffee, then leered at her. “Only the good ones.”
Susan said she would Floo him in the early evening, then gave him a kiss and vanished in the flames.
Harry knocked around his flat for the rest of the morning, stewing and worrying. He knew he should confess his ‘sin,’ but to whom? Ron and the rest of the Weasley brothers would murder him. Hermione would lecture him. Molly would probably hex his bits off.
He Flooed to Holyhead stadium and managed to bluff his way in the players’ entrance. He had to give the doorkeeper an autograph which truly tickled him while embarrassing him to tears.
Harry sat on the steps leading up to the seats in the grandstand, almost level with the surface of the Pitch. He had a crick in his neck by the time the game ended, the Harpies soundly beating Montrose 490 to 210.
He was standing by the changing room door as the Harpies left the field.
“Harry?” Ginny gasped. “What? What are you doing here?”
“Watching you win,” he smiled. “Have I told you recently that you’re the best Chaser in the world.”
Ginny smiled, then started crying softly.
“I’m sorry, Harry, so sorry for getting so upset with you.”
“It was all my fault,” he said, hugging her. “Now, I have a confession to make. I slept with Susan Bones.”
Ginny glared at him. “Is that supposed to be funny?”
“No, it’s the truth, and I need you to come home with me tonight so we can explain what happened and figure out how to get revenge.”
“You expect me to see you again? After...after shagging Susan! Let me go, Harry!” she yelled, pulling out of his arms and slapping him.
Harry grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away.
“Do you love me, Ginny?” Harry asked softly.
“No,” she said nastily, then looked into his eyes. “No, yes, I don’t know. You and Susan? Why?”
“We were under a spell, that’s why I need you tonight.”
“I don’t think Gwen will let me go,” Ginny said. Then her eyes blazed. “But, I’ll come with you anyway. Just let me shower first.”
As Ginny predicted, Gwenog said no way, no how when she said she had to go with Harry.
“It’s a family emergency,” Harry claimed.
“Who died?” Gwenog asked.
“No one,” Harry admitted.
“Then, it’s no emergency. You won’t die if you don’t get to shag Ginny until next weekend.”
“It is a family emergency,” Ginny glowered at her coach. “It could very well determine Harry’s and my future. If you don’t let me go, I’ll quit!”
“No, you won’t,” Gwenog smirked.
“You think not? Just try me!” Her expression hardened, her jaw jutted out and her eyes bore into Gwenog’s.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Ginny just nodded.
“You’re much too good for me to let you go without a fight,” Gwenog conceded. “What’s so urgent?”
“Without going into detail,” Harry said, “I cheated on Ginny. But, it wasn’t my fault. We need to work out the issues with the other couple involved as well as plot some revenge.”
“Are you willing to be back by midnight?” Gwenog asked Ginny.
“Yes, Gwen, I will,” Ginny promised. “I...I won’t even have sex with Harry if you insist.”
Gwenog laughed at Harry’s crestfallen expression.
“You’re wound up just a little too tight, Ginny. Go ahead, shag his lips loose.”
They apparated back to Harry’s flat and Ginny immediately seized his lips with hers and pushed him down onto the sofa.
“I’ve missed you, Harry, I have,” she panted as she snogged him thoroughly.
Their clothes soon were strewn on the floor and Harry watched eagerly as Ginny straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto him. Watching his cock disappear into her red curls was so erotic he almost came the second she bottomed out on him and squeezed him inside her.
“Don’t you dare,” she teased, hearing his moan of ecstasy. “I have three week’s worth of sexual frustration to work out on you, Harry Potter.”
An hour later, Ginny was lying on Harry’s heaving chest, her breasts flattened against his firm frame, her body still tingling with pleasure. She sat up straight on him, then naughtily flexed her muscles along his length.
“You’re killing me, Gin,” he groaned, a very satisfied smile on his lips.
“Oh, I hope not,” she giggled. “I want at least one more shag from you before I go back.”
“Harry? Are you there?” a voice called through the Floo.
“Don’t...don’t come over yet, Susan!” Harry yelled. Ginny broke down into gales of laughter as Susan’s face appeared in the flames.
“Oh, hi, Ginny! You look very satisfied with yourself.”
“Oh, I am, I am,” Ginny cooed, as Harry tried to cover them with a blanket. “It’s not like she hasn’t seen you naked, Harry. Give us five minutes, Susan, alright?”
They dressed quickly and Susan and Ernie Flooed in. Ernie, as Harry had expected, did not look the least bit happy about the situation.
However, as the story came out and their conclusion that it was, in all probability, Umbridge that had charmed them, Ernie and Ginny were satisfied that their respective lovers had not been in control of themselves or their emotions and could not be blamed for their liaison.
Ernie was still a little glum, though. “I know it wasn’t your fault, Susan, or yours, Harry, but still...”
“Ernie, you know it’s you I love and want to marry,” Susan said kissing him sweetly, then looking directly into his eyes. “But, barring obliviation, Harry and me can’t, well, can’t un-shag ourselves now, can we? I’ve done a little more research on the charm that was used on us and one of its effects is overstimulating the victims’ libidos. I couldn’t help but enjoy myself with Harry, nor could he help enjoying me. But, it wasn’t real, Ernie. It was a spell-induced frenzy, nothing more.”
“Still, Harry,” Ginny fretted a bit. “You two seemed to...to connect so easily.”
“We’d been drinking, our defenses were lowered,” Harry explained. “We’d both been without sex for a couple of weeks or more. I have to be honest, Ginny, Ernie. I’ve always thought of Susan as attractive and admit that, yes, every once in a while I might have fantasized a little about making love to her. I’m a guy, for Merlin’s sake, and she’s a very sexy witch.”
“Aww,” Susan sniggered. “You say that to all your shags, I bet.”
Harry turned a bright red as Ginny and Ernie laughed along with Susan.
“Just the good ones,” he finally managed to say, staring directly at Ginny and making her flush.
Ginny’s face then became mischievous. “If you’d like, Ernie, we can go into the bedroom right now and ‘even things up!’”
It was Ernie’s turn to blush as his friends laughed at his expression.
“I’m tempted,” he finally said, smirking at his fiancee, then at the other couple, “but, there are two Aurors in the room, so I know when I’m outclassed. Don’t think I’m not flattered by your offer, Ginny. I appreciate a good-looking witch as much as the next guy! Maybe some other time? OWW! Susan!”
Susan had smacked him on the back of the head.
“Well, you’re not going to be HER next guy, understand?” she growled lovingly. “Come on, I need to get laid, Ernie, and I’m sure our host and hostess have similar desires. Have you given any thought on how to get even, Harry?”
“I have, but I need to work out some details with Ginny. I’ll talk to you Monday, Susan, and figure out how we can Priori Umbridge’s wand. Have fun, you two!”
“Oh, we will!” Susan gushed. “Come on, Ernie. I’ll race you to the bedroom when we get back to your flat.” With that she disappeared into the Floo.
Ernie grinned at his friends. “If she gets there first, that means she gets to choose the position.”
“She’s probably the fastest runner in our class,” Harry laughed. “Do you ever get to be on top?”
“Not too much,” Ernie admitted a little sheepishly. “I don’t mind the least little bit, though.”
After Ernie disappeared into the flames, Ginny pulled Harry’s lips to hers and kissed him with all the love and passion she could muster.
“I love you, Harry,” she sighed. “Come on, we have time for one more shag before I have to go back. Race you to the bedroom!”
An hour later, Harry stared down into Ginny’s chocolate eyes and sweat-streaked face, still moving slowly inside her warm, slick embrace.
“You cheated,” she pouted. “Pulling my hair. You’re no gentleman!”
“But you are one very, very fine lady,” he said, kissing her and making a thorough exploration of her willing mouth.
“So, any ideas for revenge?” Ginny asked as Harry rolled off her and they snuggled against each other.
Harry laughed “Umbridge is a ‘Ramjet’ groupie.”
“You can’t be serious?” Ginny roared.
“She has an autographed picture. She said to me that he couldn’t possibly be interested in a ‘skinny slag’ like you.”
“Humph!”
“I like my women svelte and slender,” Harry said, running his hands up and down the smooth, warm skin of Ginny’s back and bottom.
“So, how can we capitalize on that?” Ginny mused. “Oh! Oh, oh!”
“What?”
Ginny practically squealed. “It’s a little risky, but we can fulfill Umbridge’s fantasy and humiliate Ramsbottom at the same time!”
“How?”
“We play Caerphilly this coming Saturday. For all intents and purposes, it’s going to decide who the League champion is this season. I’ll bet Ramsbottom that I’ll outscore him. That’s why I had to go out with him last weekend, Harry. I lost the bet.”
“I know Weasley’s always pay their debts, Ginny,” Harry said as he kissed her.
“Well, what do you think of this idea?”
Harry and Ginny managed one more shag before she apparated back to Holyhead. Gwenog was waiting at the door to Ginny’s room in the dorm.
“Hmm, 11:58 and thirty seconds. Not bad. Everything cool now, Ginny?” her coach asked.
“Yes, and I have a big, big favor to ask.”
Ginny explained what had been happening and saw that Gwenog was very sympathetic.
“That’s really low, Ginny. I’m sorry that it happened like that. You and Harry are made for each other, you know that.”
“Oh, I know,” Ginny smiled. “We’re good now, honest. I want you to ask the rest of the Chasers to give me the Quaffle as often as possible. I’m going to bet ‘Ramjet’ again that I’ll outscore him.”
“Well, after your last ‘date,’” Gwenog said with a wry smile, “I doubt if he’ll accept.”
“I’m going to offer to sleep with him if he wins,” Ginny said bluntly. “That’s why I need to be the one who scores as much as possible this Saturday.”
“Alright, I’ll agree with that,” Gwenog said. “But, how is this going to embarrass him? Other than being outscored, that is?”
“Listen to this...”
At lunch on Wednesday, Dolores Umbridge was startled when Susan Bones came over and sat down at the table with her. Hardly anyone at the Ministry would associate with her anymore.
“Can I help you, Miss Bones?” Dolores sneered.
“Could I see your wand?” Susan asked innocently. “I understand it’s fairly unique. Dragon heartstring, but not just any dragon, right?”
“Of course not!” Umbridge replied haughtily. “It’s from a Ukrainian Ironbelly, the most dangerous dragon in the world! Here, see!”
Dolores pulled her wand out and flourished it. Harry was standing behind her and quickly cast a Priori Incantatem on it. Several spells spilled out, including the Coercion charm.
“What!? Who?” Dolores babbled, quickly trying to disperse the spell signatures.
“My, my,” Harry said. “Someone’s been casting illegal charms, haven’t they? That’s five years in Azkaban last time I checked.”
“Now, wait,” Dolores sputtered. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
“I’m sure,” Harry said, sitting down next to Susan. “Say, your resignation.”
“You can’t prove that my spell was the one that affected you! That made you shag each other!” Dolores snorted.
Susan’s face lit up in triumph.
“How would you know that we shagged each other if you hadn’t cast that Coercion charm on us? Your wand just proved that you put the spell on someone, and since Harry and I were under a Coercion charm this last weekend, I think the evidence is pretty conclusive, wouldn’t you say?”
“What do you want?” Dolores asked, now quite worried.
“How would you like a date with Roger Ramsbottom?” Harry asked.
“Get to the point, Potter,” Umbridge snapped.
“That is the point, Dolores,” Harry grinned. “After your weekend of passion, you’ll retire from the Ministry and live a life of sexual splendor with the Caerphilly Casanova. What could be better?”
“You can’t be serious,” Umbridge said, her heart beginning to beat faster and faster.
“I am,” Harry assured her. “Why don’t we put it in writing? I’ll even sweeten the deal. No Roger, no resignation, alright?”
At Holyhead stadium that Saturday, Ginny smiled at ‘Ramjet’ as he emerged from the visitors’ changing room.
“Hello, Roger,” she purred. “Like to bet on who scores the most today?”
“Why? You know I’m the best.”
“Well, I’d like to find out for sure,” Ginny said, licking her lips and walking her fingers up his thigh. Ramsbottom dropped his broom in surprise.
“What?”
“If you beat me, I’ll sleep with you tonight,” Ginny said.
Ramsbottom almost drooled with delight. “I like my partners naked. Oh, and face down with their bum in the air.”
“Alight. Now we need to discuss what you’re offering if you should lose!”
“Never happen, but alright, what do you want? My promise that I’ll shag you even if you beat me?” Ramsbottom gloated.
“No, I want your Unbreakable Vow that you’ll shag a friend of mine,” Ginny said, licking her lips again and making Ramsbottom shiver with barely suppressed lust.
“Who?”
“Now, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it,” Ginny simpered, sexily stroking her crotch. “I’ve heard she’s a real tiger in bed, though.”
“I don’t know...” Ramsbottom hesitated.
“Come on, Roger,” Ginny said, standing on tiptoe and kissing him, running her tongue across his lips. “To the victor, the spoils, you know.”
She cupped the bulge in his Quidditch trousers and squeezed lightly.
“Alright! I’ll swear!”
Gwenog just happened to appear at that moment and witnessed their oath, Ginny swearing to sleep with Roger if he outscored her and Roger swearing to shag her ‘friend’ if Ginny should prevail.
Ramsbottom trotted away afterwards, already picturing Ginny’s naked body writhing beneath him that night.
“This is risky, Ginny,” Gwenog said. “He really is a good player. You have to sleep with him if you lose, you know. There’s no avoiding it.”
“I know. I’ll be glad to sleep with him. Just sleep. That’s how the oath is worded. There wasn’t a word about having sex with him. His oath, on the other hand...”
“You’re just plain evil, Ginny Weasley,” Gwenog laughed, hugging the young witch tightly. “Everyone knows to get the Quaffle to you as much as possible. If we win big today, the title is ours!”
Ginny flew rings around ‘Ramjet,’ stealing the Quaffle from him six times and intercepting six of his passes. She even got a very sneaky play in on him, ramming him between his legs and convincing the referee that it was just ‘incidental contact.’ Ramsbottom was wincing in real pain. She had hit him right on his perineum which wasn’t protected by his cup.
Ginny outscored ‘Ramjet’ 210 to 90 and the Harpies won the match by 350 points, virtually assuring them first place in the British League.
Ramsbottom was pacing outside the changing room door, wondering what kind of beast Weasley was going to shackle him to. His heart almost stopped when Harry walked up with Dolores.
“Dolores Umbridge, meet Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom,” Harry said, barely managing to keep a straight face. “You two kids have fun tonight!”
“Oh, Roger! My dream come true!” Dolores gushed as she grabbed Ramsbottom’s arm and apparated away with him.
Harry, Ginny, the rest of the Harpies and even a fair number of Catapult players literally fell down laughing.
“Ginny,” Gwenog told her as the party that night was winding down, “since we don’t have another game until next Saturday, you can stay with Harry until Wednesday. Have fun!”
Harry and Ginny apparated to his flat, directly to his bedroom. Clothes disappeared within seconds and Harry sank himself into Ginny’s warm, accepting body with one long, slow thrust.
“So hot, so tight,” he murmured, kissing her as he began moving inside her.
“My lover, my one and only lover,” Ginny sighed back, finding his rhythm and pushing herself up along his length, her breasts bobbing in sensuous syncopation to Harry’s thrusts.
It was their finest lovemaking session to date. Ginny swore she came six times before Harry finally had to let go, filling her as she pulled his hips tightly to hers and felt his warmth pulse into her as her muscles clenched his shaft inside her.
“So good. So very, very good,” Ginny murmured, her hands caressing Harry’s back as her feet ran up and down the back of his thighs.
“Wonderful!” Harry gasped. “The most wonderful lover in the universe. Mine. All mine.”
As they cuddled afterwards, kissing and stroking, Ginny smiled into her lover’s beautiful green eyes.
“I wonder how ‘Ramjet’ and Dolores are making out?”
“I don’t know whether to laugh or puke,” Harry said, faking a gag. “Would you have slept with him if you’d lost?”
“Of course,” Ginny said. “Weasley’s always pay their bets. But, Harry, just like I told Gwen, the way the oath was worded all I had to do was SLEEP with him. There wasn’t any mention of sex, or even fondling. The first time he even touched, he would have broken the oath and I would have been free to leave. And believe me, I would have apparated out of there naked to get away from him! Straight to your bed!”
“I like that idea,” Harry growled. “Ready for another go, Miss Weasley?”
“Need you ask?” Ginny growled back, rolling Harry between her eagerly parted thighs and sighing as he sheathed himself inside her.
Brunch at the Burrow was very entertaining, especially when Harry and Ginny told the story of how they got Umbridge and Ramsbottom together. Even her mother had laughed, though her face was bright red with embarrassment at the ribald tale.
Ron, George, Percy and Bill all teasingly threatened Harry over his ‘lecherous assault’ on Susan and his taking advantage of their sister’s ‘gentle and forgiving’ nature. Ginny finally told them all to back off or she’d hex their bits off and use them for Beaters’ bats.
“All except Ron’s, of course,” she smirked. “Nowhere near long enough!”
Ron snorted and puffed as everyone else, even Hermione, sniggered.
After another night of glorious sex, Harry was awakened by the delivery owl. He was looking forward to his days off. Kingsley had been so tickled with the way Harry had gotten Umbridge to resign that he finally intervened with Gawain Robards and ordered him to give Harry two days off. Harry figured he and Ginny could have enough sex over the next two and a half days to make up almost the whole season’s worth of Wednesdays he’d been unable to get to Holyhead.
Harry took the papers, paid and treated the owl, and sat on the bed. He opened the Quidditch World Weekly, then began laughing uproariously.
Ginny woke up, happily stroking her very well-shagged pussy and smiling at her lover.
“Good news?” she inquired.
Harry simply handed her the paper, unable to speak for laughing. Ginny laughed too as she read the headline:
“Under the Secretary?” it read.
“Catapult’s superstar Roger ‘Ramjet’ Ramsbottom was spotted Sunday morning leaving the home of none other than the former Undersecretary of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, who resigned effective today, Monday.”
“‘I have nothing to say,’” Miss Umbridge replied to reporters’ questions, “‘other than Mr. Ramsbottom and I are really just good friends.’”
“Ramsbottom was unavailable for comment. The Catapult’s front office said their star Chaser had requested some personal time off for reflection and apparated away after being granted a leave of absence for the remainder of the season. Rumors have him in Tibet, Peru, Bora Bora and Ultima Thule, among other locations.”