Burning

Part Three

“We should try to get some sleep. We’ll have to wake up early to deal with the press, unless you want to send a statement out tonight. It’s still early enough to make the morning papers.”

Henrietta grabbed Kingsley’s wrist gently and looked at the time on his wizard’s watch. Kingsley smiled at how comfortable she was with him. She touched him with the confidence that her touch was welcome, which it very much was.

“Let’s go home. We can deal with the press tomorrow. It’s still our bonding night.”

Henrietta stood to her feet, looking around for her clothes. She pulled them on slowly.

“Where is home exactly?” She asked. Kingsley tucked his shirt into his pants as he thought.

“I have a family Manor, but it’s been sitting empty for a while. It felt too big to live in by myself. I’ve been living in a small flat in Diagon Alley since the war ended.”

Henrietta paused, a sad smile taking up residence on her face. She understood that feeling. Grimmauld Place felt large without Ron and Hermione, and that was nothing compared to the sprawling Pureblood manors she knew of.

“Can you zip me up?” She asked as she turned.

Kingsley approached her and dropped a kiss on the bare skin of her shoulder before he zipped up the dress. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his head down to kiss her neck.

“Why don’t we go to Grimmauld Place,” Henrietta suggested. “Kreacher will worry himself sick if I don’t return.”

“If you want,” Kingsley replied, grabbing his cloak.

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A pounding on the door of Grimmauld Place woke them both early the next morning. Henrietta rolled over in bed, onto Kingsley’s chest.

“Mmm?” He groaned.

Kreacher entered the room, and approached the side of the bed.

“Mistress, it is Master Weasley.”

“Which one?” she grumbled.

“Master Fred Weasley. He has the morning edition of The Daily Prophet with him.”

“Tell him we’ll be down in a minute Kreacher, thank you.”

Kingsley groaned and reached for his wand in the darkness of the room. He pushed himself up in the bed and cast a Tempus. Henrietta didn’t bother to hide how her eyes gravitated towards his exposed abs.

“Merlin. It’s four thirty in the morning,” Henrietta whined as she collapsed over Kingsley’s chest once again. He dropped a kiss on her hair, and pulled her up his body to kiss her properly. She bit down on his lip, and he groaned as he pulled away.

“We need to go down there. Fred will only come up here if we make him wait.”

Henrietta laughed, and pushed herself up in bed. She walked to her walk-in closet, and paused in the doorway, pulling off her red satin nightgown. Kingsley watched in rapture as she dropped it to the floor. He groaned loudly as want burned through his veins.

“Remember when you're in meetings today, when you're sitting with Fred, that you had a chance to have me, and made me get dressed instead.”

She disappeared into the depths of her closet with a wicked laugh as Kingsley collapsed back into her bed, cursing himself. Henrietta appeared a moment later in a black dress. She swished her wand to braid her hair up.