Lemon Sweet

\"Lemon Sweet\"
by Pluto

Summary: Albus and Ginny steal some time together. Some very private time.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don\'t own Harry Potter.
Notes: Written for auntbecky. Note to auntbecky: I think I was sort of mad at you for requesting this fic, because I didn\'t like the pairing (I didn\'t like the pairing of the last request either), but now I\'m happy you requested this. It was fun and interesting to write. So thanks!

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\"Lemon grass?\" the young girl asked. \"Can I just use lemons instead?\"

\"No!\" Ginny scolded, taking off her nurse cap and outer robes. It was always so hot in the rmarrmary when her shift was over. Madam Pomfrey should be here any minute, but she wanted to get a head start. \"First thing tomorrow, you\'re to bring me lemon grass from Professor Snape\'s stores, got it?\"

Pricilla bit her lip, looking up at Ginny with frightened eyes. Finally she nodded.

\"Yes, ma\'am,\" she said, and scampered out of the room.

Ginny sighed. Her older apprentices had learned not to be afraid of Professor Snape; they couldn\'t be afraid, what with all the ingredients they had to fetch from him. But her young ones—the first years, mainly—they took a while to break in. The toils of being a medawitch!

As soon as Madam Pomfrey arrived, Ginny was off to lunch at a quick pace. She\'d missed it the last few days, having to stay behind with apprentices and students with new wounds to dress and spell. She was really looking forward to sitting down to a nice meal today.

She came to the Great Hall doors only to find all the students filing out.

\"Well, if I could just—\" she said, trying to move through the crowd. The doors were still open, and if she could get there in time maybe she could scrounge up the last bits of food at the head table.

\"Miss Weasley!\" someone cried behind her.

She turned around. It was Pricilla again.

\"Yes?\" Ginny asked breathlessly.

Pricilla looked sheepish.

\"Are you sure I can\'t use regular lemons?\" she pleaded.

Ginny gritted her teeth. But she wouldn\'t be horrid to a little girl.

\"No, dear,\" she replied. \"I\'m sure if you\'re very polite, Professor Snape won\'t do any harm. Just go ahead and ask him and bring the lemon grass to me tomorrow.\"

Pricilla bowed her head, and ran off with the rest of the crowd.

At last, lunch! Ginny turned around, made for the Great Hall doors, and then—they closed in front of her.

\"Damn it!\" she said, putting her hands in her hair.

\"Cursing in front of the little ones?\" someone asked smoothly.

Ginny whipped around.

\"Hi, Harry,\" she said, only slightly annoyed.

\"What held you up today?\"

\"These first years are killing me!\" she said quietly, minding the students who were milling around them. \"Especially the Muggle-borns—what silly questions they ask.\"

\"That\'s the way it goes,\" he said with a smile. \"Last year I had one ask me whether he\'d still fly if he let go of his broomstick.\"

Ginny shook her head with amusement, and, doing so, she caught sight of something out the corner of her eye: a white beard in a dark corridor.

Harry saw, too. He grinned.

\"Well, love,\" he said, loud enough for the students to hear. \"I\'ll see you later.\" He kissed her cheek and gave her a discreet wink.

The students giggled. Ginny did, too, on the inside. What a perfect cover; they had planned it out almost two years ago, and it was still flawless.

Noticing the students were no longer paying her mind, she hurried into the corridor, searching for that long white beard. But it was nowhere to be—oh!

Two arms wrapped around her from behind.

\"Quietly, now,\" the owner of the arms whispered. \"Say \'Chocolate Frog.\'\"

As soon as he said those words, he vanished into nowhere. Ginny was startled, but just the same she muttered, \"Chocolate Frog,\" and then found herself in the Headmaster\'s office.

Albus, leaning on his desk, opened his arms to her. She went to him. They were both laughing.

\"You can\'t Apparate in Hogwarts, Albus,\" Ginny said, resting her head on his chest. \"Hermione told me so.\"

\"The rules are meant to be tinkered with,\" he replied solemnly. \"Everyone who\'s attended Hogwarts knows that.\"

\"Well....\" She didn\'t feel like replying. After the long day, it felt lovely just to slump against Albus. His scratchy beard was so familiar against her face.

\"Tired, are we?\" he asked, turning them around so that she was the one against the desk. She took the liberty of sliding on top of it, her feet dangling.

\"Hungry, more like. And annoyed.\"

\"Well, then.\" He placed a hand on her knee, and reached past her to take a small container off his desk. When the lid was off, she saw it was filled with small yellow candies. \"There\'s only one remedy to that—have a lemon drop.\"

\"Ugh,\" she groaned, ing ing away. \"I never want to hear the word lemon again.\"

He looked mildly surprised. \"No lemons?\" he said. \"Well. This relationship is over.\"

Ginny\'s eyebrows shot up. She grinned as Albus started to move away from her, and made a grab for him. She fell off the desk in the process, but Albus caught her easily. They were laughing again.

He put a hand on her head, caressing through her long red hair. He did that often. He liked to look fondly at her, feeling all the softest parts of her body.

Ginny smiled. She pressed closer to him and let her hands slide up his chest.

\"I know what would make me feel better, though,\" she said slyly.

\"Hmm? What would that be?\"

She took him by the hand and walked back to the desk. They resumed their previous positions—Ginny sitting on the edge, and Albus standing before her. He let his hands move up her thighs as her arms encircled his neck. They shared a very sweet kiss.

\"Lay down,\" he rumbled.

\"No,\" she said, her hands roaming toward his groin. \"I want to feel you.\"

\"You told me you were annoyed. I\'m going to make you feel better. This moment is yours now, Miss Weasley.\"

Ginny couldn\'t say no to that. She let Albus guide her down, with his wrinkled, leathery hands; the knickknacks and gadgets politely jumped aside so that she could lay flat on the crowded desk. Albus smiled at her, slowly unbuttoning her robes. She wrowirowing aroused already.

\"I love this part of the day,\" she whispered, as he peeled away her robes, stopping to feel the milky skin beneath. \"I love being here with you.\"

He hummed his agreement, his eyes never straying from the task at hand. She was now nude from the stomach up. He laid one hand on her small, warm breast, caressing it as his other hand continued to unbutton. Her nipple began to tingle between his fingers. Yes, squeeze harder, she thought, but Albus continued his gentle touches.

All the buttons were undone. She lifted her hips. The robes fell off and onto the floor. Albus\' hand left her breast. He ran both hands down her sides. This always made her quiver, caught between the feeling of ticklishness and pleasure. He took her hips into his hands, gripping firmly, and pulled her closer to the edge. She could feel his prick straining against the inside of his robes, hard as the wood she was laying on.

\"Take off yourthesthes,\" Ginny pleaded. \"Won\'t you make love to me?\"

\"This is your moment.\"

\"Yes, it\'s mine, Albus! And I want to spend it making love with you.\"

He smiled. She hated that smile. It was the one he gave her when he knew he would be getting his way.

Ginny exhaled slowly, letting her head fall back onto the desk. Then—oh, oh! He was sticking one finger into her.

Merlin, that was quick! Albus might be unfair, but he certainly knew how to make up for it.

Despite how good it felt, it burned a little.

\"I\'m not wet enough,\" she said, spreading her legs for him nonetheless.

Albus got onto his knees.

\"Yes, yes,\" she moaned, knowing what was coming. If she could spread her legs any wider she would have.

The first touch of Albus\' tongue was familiar, a comfort. He liked to start around her hole, and roughly lick up to her clit. He did so now, multiple times, until she was clutching the desk with her fingernails. Now he brought his mouth directly to her clit, forming a ci aro around it and sucking lightly. On top of it, he stuck his finger back into her pussy. It slid in smoothly this time.

Suddenly it didn\'t matter how Albus pleasured her. This was heaven! His finger was so precise. He knew just the way to twist it up against her clit, and then drill it back in.

His tongue flicking rapidly against her was enough to bring her to orgasm, but with the added finger—now two, now three!—she began to shiver violently.

Ginny held onto her breasts as she bucked, squeezing her nipples in her fingers. She came, enjoying the feeling of Albus\' tongue lapping up her wetness.

\"Merlin,\" she panted, closing her legs.

He was off the floor now, sitting on the desk with her. He leaned on one elbow, running a hand up her flushed pink stomach.

\"Merlin?\" he asked. \"Who is this \'Merlin\'? Are you seeing another man?\"

Ginny giggled.

\"No, just one,\" she said,lingling. \"Just one mad, brilliant, very sweet man.\"

*fin*


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