Seeking His Snitch

Ok, this story is for Beata, who asked for a fanfic all her own. See you on Scrabble, MamaRoach, and I hope you enjoy this.


I hope everyone who reads leave just a little review. It's un-beta'd and probably won't ever be, lol!

love,

Marti!!!


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SEEKING HIS SNITCH


Dropping his briefcase into the nearest chair, Harry blindly moved to the couch and slumped down into it, not even caring that his daughter’s doll was stuck near his ass. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and sighed with relief, only just then realizing how quiet his home was.

“Gin? Lily? Ginny, love, are you here?” Groaning, he got to his feet. After chasing three underage wizards who were Muggle-baiting through London today, along with his partner Ron, he was tired and wanted only to spend a little time with his toddlers and kiss his wife senseless before passing out for the evening. Being an Auror was more menial work than he’d thought in his Fifth year, sitting across from that bitch Umbridge. But he wouldn’t give it up for anything. He rested his head back against the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. He blinked once, then twice, and then closed his eyes for a full minute before opening them again. Yep. James and Albus must have gotten on their brooms again to draw on the ceiling. He wondered if Ginny knew about the stick figures drawn in bright chartreuse.

“Harry.” He whipped his head up to the stairs where his wife’s voice came. He didn’t see her, but she could have been at the turn of the landing.

“Ginny, why don’t you come down here and let me kiss you properly?”

“I don’t want proper tonight, Mr. Potter. Come and find me.”

“Sweetheart, I had a very difficult day. Just come down here.”

“No. Mum has the children til tomorrow and I want my Gryffindor Seeker to find me.” Her sing song response got his blood going. Since little Lily’s birth a year ago, they hadn’t had much of an exciting sex life. Ginny was home with three little ones all day, all of whom were highly magical toddlers already, while he was working his way up the Auror rank and file. By the time he got home at night, sometimes so late he only saw his children’s heads above their blankets, he only wanted to pass out next to his equally tired wife.

With a smirk, Harry rubbed his crotch and felt a surge of adrenaline rush through his veins. He stood quickly and toed his dragon hide boots off, allowing himself to give chase to his wife in his socks. He rounded the couch and stepped on the bottom stair silently.

“If you catch me, Harry, you can do whatever you want to me.” Ginny’s voice wafted down the stairs, not as distinct as before, letting him know she had gone down the long hallway to hide from him. Harry’s cock twitched with that lascivious promise and his grin turned feral. The hunt was on.

At the top of the stairs he turned left, towards his and Ginny’s bedroom. He deftly sidestepped the toy broom and wooden blocks the boys had left in the hallway, creeping quietly on his sock-clad feet into the one bedroom that didn’t have toys scattered across the floor. The bed was turned down, the lights were turned low and he could smell incense in the air. What he couldn’t smell was his wife’s perfume.

“Cold.”

“You could give me a hint, Luv.”

“What would be the fun in that?” Harry hurried out of the room, but not fast enough to hear which room she was calling from. He cursed silently and entered the next room, Lily’s nursery next to their master suite. He looked in the crib, automatically looking for his little girl even though he knew she was staying at her grandmother’s for the evening. For a moment he missed the tiny red headed image of her mother before remembering that said mother was hiding in the house and he sincerely hoped she was already naked and waiting for him.

“Ginny, Ginny, where are you?”

“Come and find me, Oh Great Gryffindor Seeker.”

He stalked down the corridor, unbuttoned his shirt and flung it to the floor behind him. A quick peek into the shared boys’ room didn’t reveal his wife either. It did tell him that James needed to be supervised around Uncle George again, though, if the barely hidden bag of Weasley Wheezes was any indication. When he and Ginny had started their family he had liked the large Grimmauld Place house after its renovation, but now, trying to find his sex kitten wife in the behemoth was like finding a needle in a haystack. He considered taking out his wand and using a revealing spell, but where would the fun be in that? It was a rare night when the two of them had the house alone to do as they pleased.

From the corner of his eye he saw his wife’s bra hanging from the banister leading to the third floor. They rarely used it, only during the holidays when family visited and stayed over. Harry grinned and ascended quickly and quietly, breathing deeply. Smelling his wife’s lilac perfume, his heart started pounding harder, the blood pumping until his erection strained painfully against his jeans. Only three guest bedrooms and a guest bathe were on the third floor, along with a small storage room. This hunt shouldn’t take all that long at all, now.

“Ginny, Ginny, I’m coming for you.”

“Harry, once you get me, I’ll be coming for you,” she giggled somewhere up there. He realized she must have cast a spell to disperse her voice so he couldn’t track her easily. It had been too long since they’d played these games but he wanted the instant gratification he’d gotten used to since Al’s birth and having Jimmy as a toddler running around in the middle of the night interrupting them.

“God, I hope that’s a promise,” he muttered and got to the top of the landing. He cocked his head and closed his eyes, hoping to hone his hearing for a hint to his wife’s location.

“Getting hotter, Harry.”

“I am, Luv. I have such a hard-on right now; I think my zipper’s going to pop open. I can just imagine sucking on your sweet little tits right now, Gin. Where are you, baby? Are you touching yourself right now?” He decided to keep her talking, to try and follow her that way. Wordlessly, he turned to his left and tiptoed down to the last guest room Ginny had decorated in gold and rust, their old House colors.

“I’m fondling my nipples, Harry, pinching them a little and imagining that you’re teeth are lightly biting them, your tongue soothing them.”

She wasn’t in there so he hurried to the next room, a bright and sunny yellow and lemon colored room that was a polar opposite to the room’s former dismal décor. It had been Sirius’ room and at first Harry had been opposed to changing it, but had quickly realized that he couldn’t live in the past. He caught a whiff of Ginny’s perfume, but it was too light, and he knew she had come in earlier but not stayed. He took a deep breath and his eyes darkened with lust as he also a caught a hint of her musk, her arousal. He licked his lips and unbuttoned the top of his jeans, slipping his hand inside to readjust his painfully hard cock.

The last room was at the other end of the hallway and his feet flew over the carpeted runner. He stopped at the doorway and pressed against the wall beside it. Her voice was coming from this room. Now he could hear her more clearly, her voice telling him in sultry detail how she couldn’t wait to feel his mouth tasting every inch of her skin. He peeked around the corner into the sedately decorated room, blues and greens were everywhere, but no red head stood out.

Harry cursed under his breath and started to turn away until he noticed the bed move just a little. Narrowing his eyes, he searched for it and grinned. She had taken his Invisibility Cloak from their closet and was lying on the guest bed under it. He hoped she was touching herself like she said she was.

“I thought it’d take longer for you to find me, Harry,” she pouted when he reached forward and pulled the cloak off of her. Luckily he caught the edge of it and flung it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed behind him. Nostrils flaring, he stared down at his beloved laying before him like a buffet for a starving man. Her stomach still had a little paunchiness from their daughter’s birth, but she was still slender and petite. She was still the girl who’d run into his arms her fifth year to tell him about her catching the Snitch in his stead and instead caught his heart forever.

She wore nothing but her underwear, white, pure and lacy. Her breasts, still perky after nursing for so long were slightly sagging to the sides, her fingers cupping them, tweaking the nipples rhythmically.

“I wasn’t the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts History for nothing, wife. What’s gotten you all frisky?”

“Mum offered to take the children. I thought we’ve have fun like we used to before they were born. Besides, I went to Daigon Alley and got something just for you today.” She smirked and bent her legs up and opening them to show her crotch. He squinted and blinked. If he thought he couldn’t get more aroused before, he was dead wrong. His cock was straining against the fly of his pants so hard, the teeth were going go bend.

“Ginny,” he swallowed and tried again. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Come and get the Snitch, Harry,” she giggled and slid one hand down her curved stomach and down into the barely there knickers. Where her pubic hair used to be was a hint of something peaked out though. She had teased him months ago, before finding out she was pregnant with Lily about getting a tattoo. He had forgotten about it until just now.

“Oh, god, Gin. I’m not going to last long if you play with yourself.” He moaned loudly when he saw her fingers working down between her legs, the fabric already wet and musky. His fingers fumbled like a school boy’s first time as he pushed his pants and underwear down to his knee, his eyes only on his wife. He kicked them off and to the side impatiently, and then rushed to her, sweeping her up into his arms for a hot kiss, the kind they’d forgone for too long with three little ones always under foot. He thanked his mother-in-law silently when his wife’s fingers left her pussy to grip his ass, pulling him closer to her body.

“I don’t want it to last, I want it hard and fast and hot!”’

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” He laughed and pulled away from his lovely wife to look down at her. Her lips were already swollen from their rough kissing, her nipples hard and pebbled against her alabaster skin. With a wicked grin, he bent again to pull her left nipple into his mouth, tasting just a little of the milk she nursed their daughter with. Her moans echoed in his ears as her fingers tunneled through his black hair to pull him even closer. He bit down gently on the hardness, while his left hand cupped her other breast, rolling the tip between his fingers.

Ginny gasped and opened her legs to urge her husband to roll in between them. He shifted further to her side though, lying on his right side and allowing his left hand to wander from her breast, skimming down her smooth skin to the small tummy his wife worried she’d never lose. He let go of her nipple, his mouth leaving her body with a little ‘pop’ and he moved lower, following his hand’s path to her stomach. His tongue tasted as much of her flesh as it could, savoring the sweetness of her. They’ve made love countless times by now, but each time was different, new still. He swirled kisses around hr navel as his fingers played with the scrap of cloth resting on her hip.

Ginny’s voice urged him to move faster, but he wanted to savor his beloved’s body. Her hips jerked up to try and move him along, but he pressed down on her, holding to the mattress.

“Mine.” His husky groan against her flesh, just above her pubic bone sent a thrill down Ginny’s body. Harry had always made her feel so abandoned, so passionate in their lovemaking. She hoped he liked her surprise.

“Smelled you when I came in the room. You’re so fucking wet, Gin,” he moaned and dug his fingers into her hip, then let go. He twisted the thong’s waistband and pulled, grinning in satisfaction as the wispy bit of cloth ripped not only on that side, but the other as well. He pulled away, tossing the underwear over his shoulder behind him. And stared down at her with his mouth half open, eyes wide with wonder and lust.

“Oh, my god, Ginny.” She giggled at his choked response.

“Do you like it?”

“Ginny, when did you do this?” With their daughter’s refusal to sleep through the night, they hadn’t made love in over two weeks. The picture was so true to life, no redness of a new tattoo around it.

“Yesterday. Hermione helped me heal it overnight. It was a pain in the, well, crotch really. Do you like it, my favorite Quiddich captain?” Ginny laughed when he surged up to kiss her hard, his tongue foraying into her mouth, while his fingers played over her tattooed flesh, circling lower and lower until he felt the wetness of her arousal.

“Oh, yeah. I can’t believe you did it though,” he laughed when he released her mouth, smirking at her ravished look. “I love you so much.” He breathed the words, amazed at his feelings for her as he always was. His mouth moved down her body, skimming over each pebbled nipple, nipping them gently before foraying farther down her body. Her stomach, still a little curved from pregnancy, arched up to meet his lips. He tongued her belly button, making her giggle and gasp at the same time, while his fingers prepared her pussy for his ministrations. Her hips bucked and thrust up towards his questing fingers and lips.


He licked around the tattoo of the Snitch, sucked the skin in and left a hickey for his private viewing only, just above it. Then he laughed huskily, the sound vibrating against her flesh. She moaned as her pussy pulsed harder around his fingers, thrusting slowly in and out.

“Wh-what’s so funny?”

“I’ll tell you in a little bit, baby. Relax. I can’t wait to taste you, lick your clit and feel it pulse beneath my tongue.” He circled her tattoo again, carefully avoiding the colored flesh as he moved lower. His cock strained against the duvet, leaking pre-cum all over, but he refused to go too fast. It’d been far too long since they’d last made love. It felt like forever since they’d made love in an empty house to boot! He rubbed against the fabric and moaned. Ginny’s fingers tugged harder at his hair, pushing him lower, guiding him to her center. His tongue flicked out and teased the tip of her clitoris. She gasped and arched her back and hips to get closer to him.


Harry laughed and licked again, giving her a little more pressure to appease her. His fingers thrust slowly in and out, rotating and curling to find that one spot that would make her scream out her passion. With his other hand, he pressed down on her hip to keep her still, to keep her from breaking his nose with her gyrating, jerking motions. He flattened his tongue and stroked her hard a few times, then slowed down, easing back on her pleasure before she could reach her peak. He wanted to be inside her when he felt her pussy clutching his cock over and over.

Ginny whined and reached for her husband, yanking on his hair not very gently. He was an Auror; he could take a little pain with her pleasure. Her lover pulled away and licked his way up her stomach, laving first one stiff nipple, then the other into his mouth before taking as much of her breast into his mouth and sucking the peak hard. He felt a bit of breast milk spurt into the back of his throat, making him swallow convulsively. He moaned at the sweetness of it and suckled her for a little bit before easing back. She whined her frustration again and tried to push him to her other breast but he resisted.

With a growl, he latched onto the flesh of her neck, sucking until he was sure he’d left a love-bite. He wiggled his fingers inside her pulsing sheath and moved between her spread legs, coating his cock with her cum, sliding up and over her sensitive clit and making her arch with every thrust. He hadn’t even entered her yet and he knew it wouldn’t take long before he orgasmed. He just hoped he’d be able to make her cum a couple of times before then.

Harry pushed his upper body up, holding his weight on his hands now on either side of his wife’s head and stared down into her eyes. Even after a few years of marriage and their three children he was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her. Ginny smiled up at him and arched her hips a little, just enough to move him into position and slide easily into her warmth. He resisted closing his eyes and started thrusting into her. He felt her legs wrap around his hips, her heels resting on his buttocks. She used them to push him farther into herself.

His slow thrusts, lazy and languid were starting to frustrate her, he could see and he smirked through his own lust. She bit her lower lip and wrapped her arms around him now, her fingers gripping his Auror honed muscles, trying to make him move faster, harder.
“Harry!” Her mouth left a string of kisses up his chin to his earlobe. She bit him, harder than usual, moaning her needfulness into it. He hissed and pulled his head away a bit. “Harder, please,” she begged, closing her eyes at the waves of ecstasy flooding through her, stuttering and backing away before full culmination. He was teasing her, taunting her as he took over their lovemaking like always.

“Why did you put the tattoo there, Ginny?” he gasped through his languid thrusts. He loved watching her while fucking her like this. His movements slow and thorough as she arched and thrust up against him, urging him on with each jerk of his hips into her.

“For… oh God, Harry! For you!”

“Why?”

“Harry, God, please?” Her hips jerked out of rhythm, begging for her release. He bent his head and captured her lips again, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his hips, driving his cock agonizingly slowly into her hot wet sheath.

“Why?” he repeated, stopping his motions. He thought he’d die right there, but didn’t want her to see how close to the edge he was.

“Please!” Her high pitched screech, her nails digging into his shoulders begged him on to her completion, but he held himself away, sweat running in rivulets down his spine, pooling just above his ass. He stared down at her, searching her eyes. He was as deep inside her as he could get but he pushed in just a little bit more. Her moan almost undid him but he held on.

“Oh, God, Harry! It’s cause of your first match! When you caught the fucking Snitch in your mouth! Every time you eat my pussy I want you to remember that feeling! Now fuck me, Potter!” Her fingernails left red, bloody lines down his back until she finally gripped his taut butt cheeks and urged him to finish.

“Yes!” He let himself go. He thrust inside of her, his rhythm gone, only wanting to feel her cum around his cock, to feel the lightning sliding down his spine into his balls. His eyes closed as he felt himself cum, hoping Ginny was there with him because there was no way he could stop himself this time. He grinned and gasped when he realized the headboard was hitting the wall in a fast, uneven tempo.

Harry’s eyes closed as the waves of pleasure washed over his body while his balls tightened up between their bodies. He dropped down on her limply, moaning her name in her hair. Ginny’s teeth bit into the skin over his collarbone, leaving a small mark. She sighed and released the death hold her nails were leaving in his ass.

“Ginny,” he started to say something but she turned her head and kissed him, gently, lovingly as he withdrew and rolled to her side and pulled her into his arms.

“Now, that was worth waiting two weeks for.” Ginny sighed happily, rubbing slow circles on her husband’s stomach.

“Ginny, sweetheart, you didn’t have to get a tattoo of a Snitch there.” He began again. His lips moved across her cheek, kissing her lips tenderly. He combed his fingers through her ravaged locks and grinned. Ginny Potter looked like she’d been shagged within an inch of her life. “Every time we make love I feel like it’s the first time. It’s even better than when I caught that Snitch, luv. I love you more than anyone else, as much as I love our children.”

“So, I should get it taken off then?” she smiled at her husband, secure in his love for her. she squeaked when he rolled to his back and pulled her to straddle him, grinning up at her.

“I didn’t say that, Gin. It’s damn sexy, woman, and only for my eyes.”

Laughing together, the Potters began another, more thorough exploration of their love in the third floor guest bedroom.

THE END.