The Seduction

Lucky is the only one of these characters that is ours. J.K. Rollins would not do this to these sweet people.


Chapter 5 - Stressed out


Lucky stepped into the bedroom, her feet killing her, and half shivering from the dress she was wearing. Harry had picked it out for her, along with the shoes.

“How’d it go?” Harry asked from the bathroom, where he was just getting out of the shower.

“I think that I may have planted the seed. It will take time to see if it takes root.”

He walked out of the bathroom, and padded over to the bed, turning down the covers, clad in a towel. She leaned against the door for a minute, drinking in the sight, before going into the bathroom.

Quickly undressing, and then washing her face, letting down her hair, and taking off her jewelry, she entered the bedroom, to find her husband already in bed, reading by the light on the bedside table.

His wand was on the table next to the bed. She shook her head, for she never really had believed him when he had ordered all the little secret tunnels in the house. Why would anyone be so stupid as to attack Harry Potter’s house?

She crawled into the bed, next to him, sighing as she fought with the pillow. She hated the thing, but she just couldn’t get the energy to change it. Perhaps someday.

Harry sighed next to her, then set the book on his stomach. “Maybe we are going about this the wrong way. Ron can be pretty thick sometimes.”

“Oh, sure, now you have second thoughts. Just give him time. He’ll come around if I have to don the cloak and skywrite it above his house. You want Ron in our bed, and you will get Ron in our bed.”

Harry chuckled, and threw the book on the floor. Rolling over onto his side, he ran a finger down her shoulder. Pushing the sexy little strap of her nightgown down as he moved his finger, he whispered, “I would hope Ron isn’t as thick as to ignore my wife throwing herself at him.”

“I am not throwing myself at him. I am making sure he understands that I am here for him, should he choose to avail himself of my services.”

“Sounds like you are a lawyer.”

“Keep on about this and I will be seeing one.”

He laughed. “Well, then what do you want to talk about?”

“What’s going on in the office?”

“I can’t talk to you about that. You know that.”

“Harry, it’s been eight years. Why are there still deatheaters around. Didn’t they get the memo?”

“Memo?”

“Yeah, the one that said, ‘DARK LORD DEAD. DEATHEATERS NON-EXISTENT’ Or something like that.”

“Some people just have a hard time letting go.”

“Harry, this isn’t flower children flocking to Woodstock. This is Deatheater attacks on muggles.” She huffed, and rolled onto her back. “And I am stuck in my lab.”

‘I thought that was what you wanted.”

“I thought so too. But I just miss being out on the streets, dukeing it out with the dark side.”

He snuggled closer. “Give me some time to make it safer for you to go into the field, then we’ll talk about it. Okay?”

She was silent for a moment, and Harry worried that she might pursue it further. “All right.”

“Thank you, love. Now, do you want to play, or go to sleep?”

“Why don’t you kiss me until I make up my mind?”

“I think I can oblige.”

Harry was shaken awake by Dobby, before the sun was even up. He rolled over; looking at the clock by the bed, then looked at Dobby. “Uhg.”

“Mr. Harry Potter Sir must get up. He is due at the office in two hours.”

“Thank you Dobby. I’m up.”

Dobby nodded then popped out of the room.

Harry rolled over to look at his wife. The change sleep made on her was beautiful. She looked like an angel, her hair encircling her head, her hand curled up by her cheek.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her. She made a little noise and snuggled deeper into her pillow. Smiling, he threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, padding to the bathroom.

It was while he was shaving that he heard her moving around in the bedroom. The bathroom door opened, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Good morning, love.” He murmured, negotiating the tricky curve of his chin.

“Mmmm...Good morning, Harry.” She planted a kiss on his shoulder then left the room.

He smiled, and finished shaving. Washing the last of the shaving cream form his face, he followed her into the dressing room. She was pulling out his fresh clothes, and setting them on the hook by the closet. He watched her from the door, shaking his head.

“I can do that myself.”

“Yes, but you still have horrid taste in clothes. And I don’t want you standing in front of you underlings with mismatched socks or a really bad tie.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Hmm....that is one scary thought, Harry. Never consider it.”

He laughed and began dressing, she sat in the chair in front of her vanity, her nails tapping on the tabletop, as she watched him. Soon, he was dressed, and his hair combed enough that it was slightly behaved.

She followed him out of the room, and bit her lip as he picked up his wand and placed it in his robes. When he tuned to her, he gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry. I just have paperwork that needs to be done. I’m not going into the field today.”

“I know, it’s just that I worry every time you leave the house. I am just afraid that one day you are going to be late, and there is going to be a knock on the door, and it’s going to be one of your buddies down at the office, with the message that you aren’t going to be coming home, ever.”

He was silent. There was nothing he could do to relieve her fears. This was what being an Auror was about. He was never certain that he was going to be coming home. All he could do, was be there when he was. And shove as much love and affection in the time that they had.

She shook her head. “Listen to me. Worrying like an old woman. You are going to be fine. Now. I am going back to bed, and please remember to eat something before you leave for work. I don’t know what they have in the pot in that office, and I don’t want to be making you an ulcer potion before your thirtieth birthday.”

“Yes, dear.” He used a suffering tone, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t you take that tone of voice with me, mister. I may be your wife, but I am still Voldemort’s granddaughter.”

He laughed. “Oh, that will be the day. The real reason that the Deatheaters aren’t’ giving up the fight is that they replaced the Dark Lord with a Dark Lady.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his chin. “Come home to me.”

“Early if I can swing it.” He kissed her slowly, deeply. “I think that I can leave most of the paperwork to my underlings, as you call them.”

“Oh, that sounds promising.” She pulled away, and scratched the back of her head, yawning. “Go, before I drag you back into bed, and put a restraining charm on you.”

“Yes, dear. See you around three then.” He turned and left the room, leaving his wife hugging herself.

“God protect him.” She whispered, the worry back in her eyes. “Because I can’t.”

Sighing, she turned and crawled back into the still warm bed, but it was a long time before she fell asleep.


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