Promises & Reunions

The next day started in a very predictable way. As several of the members of the D.A. sat around the table in the kitchen having breakfast, an owl arrived; it flew straight to Harry, and Harry immediately recognized it as the owl Rita Skeeter used to occasionally send him information. He untied the copy of the Daily Prophet and read the note on top with dull dread. The note was quite short:

We had a deal, remember? How about some details?

-R

With a weary sigh, Harry set down the note and unfolded the paper. Sure enough, right on the front page was a huge headline: Harry and Mrs. Potter? He didn’t bother reading the article, just throwing the paper down in disgust. Neville, seated across from Harry, noticed the headline and gasped. “Harry! Did- how did they find out?”

Everyone present looked up, and Harry and Ginny found themselves explaining what had happened. “It’s just a rumor right now,” Harry insisted, “and we’d rather keep it that way if we can. If anyone asks you, please just say you think it’s ridiculous. It might not help since someone’s sure to think of looking up the marriage license, but if it will keep Ginny off Voldemort’s list of targets we have to at least try.”

At ten o’clock, Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Neville gathered in the kitchen. They were going to go together to Gringott’s to finalize Harry and Ginny’s will. Ginny saw Hermione yawn, and noticed her eyes looked pale and red. “Were you up all night with that book?” she asked quietly.

Hermione looked surprised for a moment, and then smiled slightly. “Of course I was. I didn’t get very far, though…a lot of it is ancient, and doesn’t make a lot of sense. It’s going to take some time to decipher.”

“Hmm.” Ginny thought for a moment, and then abruptly walked over to where Harry and Neville were chatting. “Harry, could Hermione and I talk to you for a second?”

“Er…yeah, sure,” Harry said. “Sorry, Neville…”

“No problem, go ahead,” Neville said cheerfully. “But don’t take too long…it’ll take a bit to get to Gringott’s and your appointment is pretty soon.”

“Right.” Harry followed Ginny across the room to where Hermione was. “What’s going on?”

“Harry, that book we got last night is archaic,” Ginny said, “and even though Hermione’s good at Ancient Runes, it’s hard to understand. I thought it might be a good idea to get Luna to help.”

“What?” Hermione exclaimed. “Ginny, we’re not supposed to be telling anyone else about this! Why on earth would we ask Luna for help?”

“Because Luna’s incredible at languages,” Ginny said patiently. “She was one of the best at Hogwarts in Ancient Runes, and she speaks sixteen different languages. One of the languages she knows is Latin, and the text in the book looked a lot like some of the Latin she showed me once; she’d probably pick it up a lot quicker than any of us.”

“Luna? Luna Lovegood speaks sixteen languages?” Harry said incredulously. Ginny nodded. “Wow.” He looked at Hermione, who looked just as shocked. “What do you think?”

“Well- well, we want to keep everyone else from knowing about the- the you-knows,” Hermione said hesitantly. “But if it will help make things go faster…that’s worth the risk, isn’t it?”

Harry smiled slightly. “To get Ron back, anything’s worth it.” He ran his hand distractedly through his hair. “Okay, let’s talk to Luna tonight; we’ll have to make sure she understands that she can’t tell anyone else about what she hears…not even George,” he added with a smirk.

The four friends took the Floo to the back room of Fred and George’s shop. They stepped into the main store, chatting calmly, but their conversation died when they realized that the room was silent. Everyone in the shop was staring at them – at Harry and Ginny in particular. “Oh, crap, I didn’t think of this,” Harry whispered.

There was a huge rush of noise as most of the crowd descended on them, either to ask if the rumors were true or simply to congratulate them. Harry and Ginny shrank back from the press of people and headed to the back, while Fred and George came over to help Hermione and Neville restrain the mob. The six of them slipped behind the counter and into the back room; Fred and George had to threaten to hex several people if they dared trespass by following. “What do we do?” Neville asked worriedly. “Your appointment at Gringott’s is in ten minutes, and we’ll never make it if that keeps happening!”

“Whatever you do, warn us before you create a stampede, please,” George said in a disgruntled voice. “Or at least let us charge a couple Galleons for a glimpse at you two.”

Ginny punched George on the arm just before he disappeared back into the store. “Oh, why don’t we just Apparate there?” she suggested.

“We can’t Apparate inside, they’re warded against it like Hogwarts,” Hermione said. “But we can Apparate right out front and slip in before anyone notices.”

No one saw the group appear in front of Gringott’s, or if they did no one noticed Harry or Ginny. But once inside Harry thought a couple of wizards recognized him as a goblin led the group into a private room to go over the will before the signing.

The will itself was simple; everything belonged to both Harry and Ginny, and if one of them died the other got everything. They made Hermione and Ron their beneficiaries, and left generous portions to each Weasley (except Percy) and to Remus Lupin and Tonks. To Hermione and Neville’s surprise, Harry and Ginny had also decided to leave small but significant sums to each of the members of the D.A. – even Pansy. The signing itself took almost no time, and Harry and Ginny were quickly presented with their own copy of the will; Gringott’s was the official executor of the estate, and would hold onto the official copy in case anything should happen. “Thank you,” Harry told the Goblin when they were finished. “Er…I think we’d like to get out of here without being seen. We’ve had a bit of a problem this morning…”

“I saw the Daily Prophet, Mr. Potter,” the goblin said. “We have a private room that I can allow you to Apparate from on this one occasion.”

“Thank you, that would be great,” Harry said with a sigh of relief.

Neville and Hermione left Harry and Ginny at Gringott’s since they had to go to their respective jobs in Diagon Alley. Harry and Ginny Apparated straight back to Fred and George’s, and wasted no time Flooing back to the House of Black. The house seemed deserted when they arrived; most of the D.A. were at work. “This is just great,” Ginny grumbled, dropping heavily into a chair at the kitchen table. “We can’t even go out in public!”

Harry shrugged. “Sorry. I’m used to it by now, but I know you’re not.” He grinned. “There’s one good thing about it, though.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The two of us will be stuck here together a lot. Alone.”

Ginny matched Harry’s grin. “I’m definitely starting to see the upside.”

Harry walked up behind Ginny and started rubbing her shoulders. “You’re tense, Ginn.”

“Of course I am,” Ginny replied, grabbing Harry’s hands and pulling down until they covered her breasts. “I really need to take my mind off things.”

Harry’s hands squeezed slightly. “Anything I can do to help?”

Ginny reached over her shoulder, grabbed the front of Harry’s shirt and pulled him down, tilting her head so she could kiss him. Harry’s hand traveled down and slipped under the bottom of Ginny’s shirt, tickling gently over her bare stomach before moving back to her breast, pinching her nipple slightly through her bra. Ginny groaned into Harry’s mouth and looped her arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Hey, Harry, Hey Ginny.” Harry and Ginny jerked away from each other, both bright red. Angelina stopped on her way to the fireplace, grinning. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Looks like you’re having fun.”

“Er…yeah,” Harry mumbled. “What’re you doing here, Angelina? Shouldn’t you be at Quidditch practice?”

“Marshall, our Keeper, took a Bludger to the head,” Angelina said with a shrug. “They sent us all home early. But I’m a bit bored by myself in the house, so I’m going to Floo over to the shop and see if Fred would like to go into the back room and-”

“Okay, we get it,” Ginny interrupted, not wanting to hear any details about her brother’s sex life. She watched Angelina reach the fireplace and suddenly decided to act on impulse – she’d gotten to know Angelina pretty well, and was almost sure what the other girl would say... “Angelina! Wait a sec.”

Angelina stopped with her hand halfway to the Floo powder. “What is it?” Ginny jumped up and hurried over to Angelina, and asked a question so quietly Harry couldn’t hear. Angelina looked vaguely surprised, but glanced at Harry with a smirk and said “Yes, all right.”

“You’re sure?” Ginny asked. “What about…” her voice trailed off into practically a whisper again.

“Oh, I just won’t tell him,” Angelina said as if it were obvious.

Ginny grinned. “All right then.” She turned and looked at Harry. “Hey, Harry?”

“Er…yeah?”

“Pay attention.” Ginny turned back to Angelina, stood up on tiptoe and kissed her. Angelina responded very enthusiastically, leaning down and threading one hand in Ginny’s hair to hold her closer. Angelina’s tongue darted between Ginny’s parted lips, teasing a contented sigh out of both of them. Ginny’s hand brushed lightly at Angelina’s cheek, tucking a long strand of her black hair behind her ear.

The kiss went on a good thirty seconds before Ginny finally drew back, nipping lightly at Angelina’s lower lip before they parted. Angelina smiled. “You’re a bloody good kisser, you know.”

“You, too.” Ginny smirked. “Plenty of practice, I guess. Thanks, Angelina.”

“No problem.” Angelina turned back to the Floo. “I’ll see you later, then. Bye, Harry,” she said with a little wave, and disappeared in a rush of green flame.

Ginny fought down a giggle at Harry’s expression; he looked like he’d been hit with a Freezing Charm. “What can I say, Harry?” she cooed, walking slowly back to him. “I decided you’d been really, really, really good.”

Harry grabbed Ginny and kissed her fiercely, pulling her body against his until her feet were almost lifted off the floor. Stumbling forward, Harry sat Ginny on the table and started pulling at her robes. “I think you just wanted to snog Angelina,” he muttered hoarsely.

Ginny stopped Harry when he tried to remove her shirt. “No, Harry!”

Harry grunted in frustration as Ginny pushed him back. “What the hell are you doing to me, Ginny?”

“I just don’t want to risk anyone Flooing in and catching us like Angelina did,” Ginny said reasonably as she walked over to the stairs. She stopped on the first step and looked over her shoulder with a grin. “Well, come on then…as soon as you catch me, you can have me!” She disappeared up the stairs.

Harry caught up to her halfway down the hall on the second floor; both of them were laughing, but when Harry’s hand cupped Ginny between her legs she gasped and began clawing at his clothes, shoving his robes off his shoulders and dragging his shirt up his chest. Harry raised his arms so Ginny could get the shirt all the way off; then he dropped to his knees in front of her and quickly got her trousers undone. Ginny bit her lip in anticipation as Harry grinned up at her, his fingers trailing along the edge of her knickers. “You’re not the only one who can tease, you know,” he said with a chuckle as he pulled Ginny’s knickers aside and nudged her legs a bit farther apart.

“No, I’m just better at it,” Ginny retorted, and then gasped when Harry’s tongue trailed slowly over her skin. She pressed against his mouth and squealed, grabbing two handfuls of his hair and forcing him closer. Harry wet a finger in his mouth and slid it inside her, pumping with agonizing slowness as his mouth continued tormenting her.

Ginny felt an orgasm building, but she and Harry both froze when the sound of the Floo activating carried up the stairs. There was a bit of coughing, and then a female voice called out: “Hello? Is there anyone here? Harry? Ginny?”

“It’s Luna!” Ginny hissed, shoving Harry away and yanking her trousers up. She and Harry grabbed their clothes haphazardly and sprinted down the hall as Luna’s footsteps echoed on the stairs. They turned quickly into the conference room, and Harry slammed the door just before Luna came into view. Ginny leaned back against the wall and tried to regain her breath. They watched through the two-way wall as Luna reached the second floor and started down the hall. “That was close,” Ginny chuckled. “I don’t think we want Luna watching us shag, do we?”

Harry turned to face her, and Ginny was disconcerted by his darkened eyes. Without a word, Harry took Ginny by the hand and led her around the table to the side facing the hall. He reversed the chair and had Ginny kneel on it. Stepping behind her, Harry leaned over and whispered in her ear “Don’t you, Ginny?”

“What?” Ginny cried incredulously, but Harry silenced her with a finger on her lips.

“I think you might enjoy an audience, if it was the right person,” Harry continued. He reached around and raised Ginny’s chin so she was looking right at Luna, who was about to draw even with the room. “Look at Luna,” Harry directed quietly. “Isn’t she attractive? Just nod,” he added when Ginny’s mouth opened. Ginny, deciding to play along, nodded, and her eyes widened when Harry tugged her still-unfastened trousers back off, taking her knickers with them. “Isn’t she one of your best friends?” Ginny nodded again.

Luna’s steps slowed as she was passing the room. Her brow wrinkled as she stared at where the door should have been on her side. “Watch her,” Harry instructed Ginny. She tried to comply, but found herself getting distracted by the rustle of Harry’s clothes as they came off. “She knows we’re in here,” he said, one hand questing between Ginny’s legs and finding her quim. And sure enough, Luna knocked on the door and called out their names. “She’ll probably guess what we’re up to eventually. But I’m not going to stop. Do you want me to stop?” He added with a little twiddle of her clit. Ginny shook her head frantically, and she shivered when Harry chuckled, deep in his chest.

Outside, Luna had evidently decided to wait for them and was leaning casually against the opposite wall, but Ginny barely noticed since Harry was busy casting the Anti-Pregnancy Charm. She felt Harry step up behind her; felt the press of his cock against her arse, and his hot breath as he leaned over her neck. “Keep watching her,” Harry said. “Don’t take your eyes off Luna for anything.”

Before Ginny could respond, Harry was probing between her legs again; he drew her hips back a bit, and the head of his cock brushed along her opening before pushing slowly inside. Ginny bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, even though she knew Luna wouldn’t hear; knowing that Luna heard nothing and saw only a blank wall didn’t keep her from feeling completely exposed. “It feels like she can see you, doesn’t it?” Harry asked as though reading Ginny’s thoughts. He pulled Ginny back against him, penetrating her deeply, and Ginny whimpered as she nodded. “Does that freak you out?” He asked, drawing out and then thrusting back in hard. “Would you be ashamed if Luna saw us doing this?”

Ginny watched Luna sit on the floor, wrap her arms around her knees and start humming vaguely. “Noooo….” Ginny moaned out as Harry started thrusting harder.

“No?” Harry’s amusement was evident in his voice. “Would you be…excited?” Ginny didn’t respond; in fact, she was completely silent even though Harry’s fingers had found her clit again, and he figured out the answer. “Really? You like the idea?” he exclaimed in shock, temporarily losing his calm. But he regained control quickly, and leaned forward to nip at Ginny’s neck with his teeth. “So you’d like it if Luna watched us fuck, would you?” he breathed hoarsely as his hips rocked in opposition to Ginny’s.

Ginny’s fingers clutched at the edge of the table until her knuckles were white. “Y-yes,” she stammered, her eyes fixed on Luna’s slightly pouty lips and her distant, dreamy smile.

Harry’s breath was short and fast. “Would you like her to do more than watch?” he gasped, slamming into Ginny as hard as he could.

“Yes!” Ginny practically growled, imagining Luna’s long, slim fingers were the ones rapidly shooting back and forth over her clit.

“Do you- want- to watch- me fuck Luna?” Harry gasped.

“YES!” Ginny howled as her orgasm overcame her. Harry’s fingers dug into her hips as he drove home one last time and came inside Ginny with a loud moan.

Harry leaned forward against Ginny’s trembling back and steadied himself on the table. “Ginny,” he gasped, “you keep surprising me!”

Ginny squeezed herself around Harry, making his whole body spasm. “Just keeping you on your toes.”

Harry stood up and withdrew from Ginny abruptly, and turned her to face him. “Ginn, I was just playing around when I said that about Luna. But, I mean- do you…want someone else?”

“No,” Ginny answered gently, reaching up to stroke Harry’s cheek. “I don’t need or want anyone else.” Harry sighed with relief. “But it might be fun, you know. Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of being with two girls, because I won’t believe you.”

“Well, I admit it sounds…interesting,” Harry temporized. “But…I mean, we’re not supposed to do that, right? Now that we’re married?”

“I think we’re not supposed to do it behind each other’s backs,” Ginny corrected with a grin. “But if we’re both there, and both- participating…”

“Um, I guess so.”

“Harry…if I did want to invite someone to- er, join us, what would you say?”

Harry grinned. “Might that someone be a certain blond friend of yours sitting outside the door?”

Ginny flushed. “Not that I think it’ll ever come up anyway,” she pointed out with an embarrassed chuckle, “since Luna and George seem pretty smitten. But…what would you say?”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well, I guess I’d say…”

“Yeah?”

Harry grinned at the anxiousness in Ginny’s voice. “I guess I’d say: sounds like fun.”