Albus Potter, Classmates and Elves

Ch 17 The Day After

Minor changes by Deb, my beta, this time.

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(Thursday morning) May fifth

It was one in the morning, and Ginny Potter could not get to sleep. Harry would come back frustrated, needing to talk. He was also going to need some loving or he wasn't going to be able to go to sleep.

Ginny giggled. Harry was a good lover, and usually took his time playing with all the parts of her body that turned her on, which was pretty much all of her. Harry was small and not particularly muscular, but he was FIT. All her brothers were a little thick around the middle, Ron more than a little thick, but the exercise program that Harry had instituted for Aurors had kept him thin in the middle and very fit. He was a good person too, and usually took his time pleasing her.

Tonight would be about Harry, though.

Ginny felt down her body, from her breasts to her tummy to her hips. She was far from fit. All her mother's ancestors had put on weight when they had become mothers, and she sure had. The potions that were supposed to make her curvier had worked too well. She was actually a little thinner in the middle, although she was far from thin. When she was at the end of her pregnancy with Minerva she was too big on top, and Harry could still get lost in her ample bosom. Of course more of the extra weigh went to her already substantial hips. She would lose some of the excess on top when she stopped nursing, but she LIKED nursing. It was complex with her schedule, and it could get messy at times, but it felt good. She guessed it was more of the excess of femininity that she shared with her mother. Minerva liked to nurse, even though she was drinking from a cup. Harry liked her breasts, and gladly helped her empty them when intercourse would make them squirt.

Ginny guessed, was reasonably sure after all these years of marriage, that intercourse tonight would be a little frantic, with her working to please Harry. It wasn't the same as Harry taking his time. The pleasure was different. It was the satisfaction of knowing that after intercourse, after love making, that it was making love to Harry letting him, helping him, climax and then relax and go to sleep,

Harry arrived home well after one in the morning, exhausted and frustrated.

"Albus and his friends found the Chamber of Secrets," Harry complained as he sat at the end of the bed, his head in his hands, "and instead of immediately calling for help, went in. Scorpius, with Albus's help, killed six basilisk. Damn it all, they should have called for help as soon as they could see that door starting to open. I don't like heroics. Too many people get hurt or killed."

Harry rubbed his face and started to undress.

"Take a quick shower and come to bed, Harry," Ginny suggested as she moved behind him and rubbed his shoulders. She was worried about Albus and his friends, too, but there was nothing she could do about them at the moment. What she could do is take care of Harry, and as wound up as he was, sleep would not come easily.

Harry took his shower, and walked into the bedroom naked. Ginny was naked, with the bed coverings at the bottom of the bed. Harry climbed into the bed and put his head between Ginny's breasts. She held him, and they turned so they were side by side. He moved up, kissing her, and she responded. Harry felt Ginny's soft, feminine shape, and started to relax. Most of him relaxed; his man parts were rather excited.

Ginny guided him into her, and he did his best to please her, trying to hold off but climaxing too soon. Well, Ginny thought, if it was too soon for an orgasm at least she had enough of a climax to sleep herself. That's all she needed tonight, to know that Harry was going to be able to go to sleep.

"That was fantastic, Harry," Ginny moaned. "That's what you and I needed. Relax, sleep."

Ginny went to sleep satisfied, knowing that Harry had relaxed, and was sleeping.