Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

**He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb.

He\'s always choking from the stench and the fume.

The wedding party all collapsed in the room.

So send my resignation to the bride and the groom. **





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Harry stood in the hallway, watching the cluster of red-heads gathering around each-other with something of an amused smirk on his lips. Ginny had just completed her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and coupled with the impending birth of Bill and Fleur’s first baby, the Weasleys were having a blow-out to end all blow-outs. Kreacher was popping in and out repeatedly, answering guests’ requests for this drink or that gift, and Harry could clearly see the fatigue hitting the poor elf. He tried to hide the snicker that emerged as Ron stood at the head of the table and gulped, only to start choking on his own spit. Harry knew what was about to happen, and this was the exact reason he was in the hall, and not crammed in the kitchen amongst his adoptive family.





“Ahem, um… everybody? I’d… I’d like to make an announcement… of… of

sorts…”





Harry braced himself for the explosion he knew was about to follow.





“Hermione and I have decided that we’re going to get married.”





The eruption seemed to shake the house, though Mrs. Weasley’s shouts of “My baby!!” carried over everyone else’s. Hermione disappeared in her large bosom as she was given a death squeeze thought to be called a hug. Ron’s whole face was a rosy pink, and Ginny peered out of the kitchen into the eyes of her own paramour. Harry was just barely able to meet her gaze before having to look away. He lightly stalked up the stairs of #12 Grimmauld Place, ready for a little solitude.





The year following the end of the war was more or less uneventful, but Harry seemed to feel an oppressive air squeezing in upon him these days. It’s not like he wasn’t excited about everyone’s lives moving forward. He was definitely happy about his friends’ coming marriage. It was just that it raised eyebrows and questions about his own future.





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“Don’t you think it’s a little quick to be tying the knot, Hermione? I mean,

everything’s just starting to settle down. You’re still kids.”





Hermione sat across from the table from her soon to be brother-in-law, Bill. Ginny relaxed in a chair at the far end of the large spread. Everyone else had gone to bed, having decided to stay the night so that they could continue their revelry in the morning.





“I know what you mean, but the fact remains we’re going to be together anyway. So we just figured, ‘might as well do it now’, you know?”





She stifled a yawn, and glanced towards the clock, then at Ginny as her quiet voice broke the thoughtful silence.





“Funny, that’s the exact reason Harry’s decided not ask me.”





“Pardon?”





“He says we’re going to be together anyway. ‘Why bother rushing’.”





Bill saw the opportunity for girl-talk and decided to duck out before he heard anything too un-manly. Besides, surely Fleur would be getting lonely by now. He nodded to the two women, then headed for the stairs. Hermione took the opportunity to slide down the table until she was close enough to whisper with her new sister.





“Ginny, is everything okay? Between you two, I mean. Harry seems… Well, he seems sort of withdrawn, lately.”





Ginny seemed to fade into the distance before coming to, rather suddenly.





“Everything’s fine, ‘Mione. At least as far as I can tell… I mean, he’s a boy, right? Are we ever going to fully understand them?”





Hermione grinned at the jest, but inside knew that there was something more to the haze in Ginny’s eyes. She bade goodnight and stood to go, pausing long enough to wonder which bedroom her fiancé had chosen for the night.





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Harry lay on his bunk, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen, and soon. He was almost afraid, because he was used to ‘things’ being of such a grandiose nature as to affect the entire world. He didn’t know what to expect. A knock on the door shook his contemplation, and he turned to glance at the figure entering the room.





“Harry? Everything alright, darling?”





He nodded in response, returning his gaze to the ceiling. Ginny crept over the threshold, closing the door softly. She slunk to the bed and the mattress dipped as she settled next to her man. He pretended to ignore her, when in fact she was already crawling over his supine figure to settle over his hips. She leaned down and teased the shell of his ear softly with her tongue.





It had always surprised Harry how absolutely horny this girl could be.





Ginny continued ghosting fingers and noses and tongues, trying to get Harry to either forget what was bothering him, or just touch her back. She tried to overlook the fact that he seemed utterly disinterested in her ministrations. She forced a kiss or two on his lips before abandoning any hope of reciprocation.





Harry tried to let Ginny do what she wanted. Honestly he was just tired. He wasn’t in the mood, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings so he allowed her to continue. It was when she shoved his waistband down and dove for his erection that he gasped and grabbed the sheets beneath him.





Of course his body liked what she was doing, but his mind was completely incapable of succumbing at that moment. He couldn’t help sneering inside at how small and delicate her hands were. He found himself wishing that instead of the soft and yielding body atop him, it were harder, heavier. He didn’t like to think about what that meant so he tried with all his might to shove thoughts like these out of his mind, but sometimes they just wouldn’t go away.





He knew she wouldn’t stop until he was spent, so he squeezed his eyes shut, begging to just come already. Fortunately Ginny knew all his zones, and as she sucked on the spot on his neck just below his pulse point and quickened her pace on his shaft. He tensed, bucking against her, and as the roaring in his ears slowly dissipated, he hazily noticed that Ginny had let go and was holding him tightly. It was obvious she had meant to stop before he had burst, but didn’t catch it in time. Harry blacked out in the middle of considering what this meant.





**





He came to, who knows how much later. All he had to go on was that he was cleaned up, the light was off, and Ginny lay next to him facing the wall. He knew she had wanted sex; hence the belated pause, but gave up when she had done too good a job. Consequently this also meant that she was now angry. She’d refuse to admit she was angry with Harry, but he knew better. He reached over, spooning behind her and holding her tightly, drawing lower until his hand rested between her legs. He knew she would still be awake, too upset to sleep. He was right, of course. Just because he wasn’t always interested in playing with her, it didn’t mean that he didn’t love her. And love her he did, for why else would he try to silently make amends by giving her at least some of what she had wanted?





That isn’t enough to do a good job, however, and Ginny was growing more and more annoyed by how distracted Harry seemed in his attentions. He didn’t bother to do anything to warm her up; he simply dove into her folds awkwardly attempting to bring her to her own orgasm. She almost felt he was doing it out of obligation, and this simply served to fuel her irritation. She wanted with all her might to just tell him to stop, if he wasn’t going to do it right, he might as well just give up and ignore her. But she didn’t want to hurt his feelings and so let him continue, doing her best to help him along. She knew he wasn’t going to get her anywhere doing it this way, so she forced her breath quicker, tightened her legs around his hand, arched her back, and imposed a shudder through her body. Certain he would take this as her orgasm, she held his arm, taking it out from her body. She shifted so she faced him, smiled as sleepily as she could, and then snuggled against his chest hoping that he would just go to sleep. She regretted coming to him tonight, ever even trying.





Somehow Harry knew she was thinking this, and was sad that he couldn’t just be happy with her.





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**If you marry me.

Will you bury me?

Would you carry me to the end?

So say goodbye to the vows you take.

And say goodbye to the life you make.

And say goodbye to the heart you break.

And all the cyanide you drank.**