Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Growing Up

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Teddy

"Teddy... Ted..." Victoire remained breathless. Her body glistened in sweat and I could feel stings on my back, assured that she'd scraped my skin badly, at least once. We were still interwined and the way her legs were wrapped around me was driving me insane, "Too.... dee..."

Her cheeks were a deep red. Her pale hair sprawled on the pillow beneath and it made my breath hitch.

"Once more." I hovered above her, pulling back, diving into a spell of passion once again. Her body arched up and I nipped at her breast. She was so beautiful and somehow she always smelled like a fresh breeze by the ocean.

Our bodies touched as I moved and her heavy breathing was making it impossible to stop, even though dawn was peaking through the curtains of our room.

"I can't anymore." I kissed the tears on the side of her eye and reached my climax, dropping on her. She was panting, laying flat on her back and I kissed the hollow in her throat.

"I hate your stamina." She tugged at my hair on top of my head. I had a buzz on the sides and thick, slightly long hair on top. Currently, they were draping half sweaty between us.

"You're too beautiful. It's hard to hold back, ma'am."

"Really? Take responsibility for your actions then." She licked her dry lips to steady her breathing. I snickered, getting up and lifting her in my arms. She groaned as I did and headed to the bathroom.

Currently, Victoire was living in my apartment in downtown London. I moved out of the Grimauld place when Vic and I got engaged and to say that Aunt Ginny cried was an understatement. She twisted my ear with many tears till I promised to visit at least three times a week. She didn't have to, I visited every second day. It wasn't her cooking or hospitality that drew me back home. I just loved Aunt Ginny more than anything.

My apartment was bought from the savings Uncle Harry had left for me. Though I had my dad's savings enough for me, Uncle Harry had set up a savings account for me too. He said he'd opened it for Hogwarts but there was no bigger liar. My Hogwarts life went all out of their pockets. And now, he finally gave me my money and told me to buy my place.

It was a big apartment too. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, plus a powder room in the main hall. A giant lounge space and an open kitchen. I was living lavishly, to say the least. If Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny were Nobles, they said so was I. I even received compensation reward money from the Ministry for all that was done by my parents to save the Wizarding community. On top of it all, I was given a fortune by my Grandmother Andromeda, who willed it over to me. It included her house which was in Jasper King, an area just a few mountains away from the beach where Vic grew up.

"I heard Lysander is Uncle Harry's apprentice." Vic spoke as we sat in the tub with her resting between my legs.

"Yeah. James said Aunt Ginny was not pleased. Well, half her anger was from being lied to." I sighed, enjoying her playing with my fingers.

"Men. Tsk." She sighed, "You men should treat them better. My mother-in-law is so cool after all."

I chuckled.

"Is she looking over his apprenticeship now?"

"No. She said that she trusts Uncle Harry to make the right calls and whenever they need her to handle any business, she will."

"She's being supportive." Victoire hummed, "I didn't expect that."

"I guess."

"Hmm. Maybe because Lys's Lily's boyfriend, that's why."