Hogwarts: A Happily Ever After

Chapter Six: What's Mine Is Yours

A/N: After the next chapter, time will move faster in the story. I wanted to really go into detail for after the war, and now it's time to move faster. Also - The last chapter was previously incorrectly named "Chapter 6: We meet again", It is now Chapter 5, and this is chapter 6. 

Rated Restricted for... steamy situations. 

Chapter 6:

What’s mine is yours

Harry and Ginny walked inside the vault, hand in hand. The vault had obviously been expanded at least ten times its original size. There were two paths on each side of the overly large stack of gold, weaving a path to the back. One pathway separated the gold in to two stacks; this path went straight down the middle. Ginny had dropped his hand and started walking around, opening chests, poking here and there and moving on. “At least she’s comfortable” he thought.

“Hey Griphook? Do you know if there’s anything that I should look at right now? It’ll take me ages to go through this vault.”

He followed the goblin to the opposite side of the vault from Ginny. “These three chests, Mr. Potter, contain things that we thought you would like to see today. The rest of this room is full of books, family history, pictures, and trinkets.” He’d perked up at books.

“Griphook, is it possible to.. connect vaults together?”

The goblin looked at him strangely for a moment then nodded,

“Yes, Mr. Potter.” He put his hand to the wall and a door appeared.

“The two vaults to the right of this one are empty, the left one however, is taken.”

“I’d like to buy those two vaults then. Can you have all the books transferred to the farthest vault, and all the gold transferred to the middle one?”

The goblin nodded, put his hand back on the wall and closed his eyes, muttering again. He saw as the door that had appeared opened, another appeared on the other side of the empty vault, and then his gold disappeared in to the floor and reappeared in the middle vault, looking past it, he saw that the books had arranged themselves on shelves in the far vault.

“Thank you, Griphook, may I get an extra key to that far vault for Hermione Granger?”

The goblin nodded again, clasping his hands together for a moment, then handing Harry two identical sets of three different keys on a chain, and a separate chain with one key. “Those two are for you and Miss Weasley, the other for Miss Granger.

He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been standing with Griphook for half an hour while the vaults were filled. Ginny came up behind him holding the end of a large Slytherin green trunk, entwining her fingers in his.

“What’s that Gin?”

She looked slightly embarrassed, telling him the trunk contained a beautiful husband/wife set of house elf robes with the Potter crest on it, she thought they could also get the Black crest on them as well for Kreacher and Alannah, and there were a few pictures of him as a baby, his family, and a few trinkets.

He noticed the small box in her back pocket, curious he asked, “What’s in your pocket, Gin?”

She smiled, squeezed his hand and simply said, “None of your business.”

Harry ran his hand through his hair with his free hand, “but it’s my vault..”

Griphook, watching the exchange amused, laughed out loud at that.

“Mr. Potter, may I give you some advice? If you are serious about Miss Weasley here, do not ever use the word, “my”, or “mine” again. Everything you have is also hers, so you will replace those words with “ours”.” Ginny had smiled at the goblins words, “See Harry, he gets it. No wonder goblins are trusted to guard our money, they’re brilliant!” Griphook had gone back to the business-goblin, though for the small moment he’d dropped the façade, Harry had decided he’d like to be friends with Griphook someday.

“Is there anything else I should take with me Gin?”

She shook her head, “No, nothing that I saw. I’ll come back some time when you’re busy though and look, scared me to death when the gold disappeared.” 

Harry shrunk the trunk she was carrying and the chests Griphook had pointed out and put them in his pocket. He walked through the open door to his “gold vault”, taking out three mini pouches from his pocket and enlarging them. He handed one to Ginny, then walked to fill the other two himself. As he turned to leave, he looked at the bag in Ginny’s hand, it was practically empty. He pulled her back over to one of the piles and poured gold in till’ it could hardly close. “Harry…”

“Griphook, could you give us a moment?” Harry requested.

Griphook nodded on the other side of the open door and closed it, the white glow settling around the room again.

He turned back to Ginny, preparing to say something, but she stopped him, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Harry, I can’t take this! You don’t have to give us gold just because we’re poor, we’ve always been happy with what we have, haven’t you noticed that? We don’t want your gold! All I want is you, Harry. I don’t care about the gold, or The Burrow you fixed up, I just want you.”

He’d stopped her from speaking anymore by claiming her lips with his. This kiss was different than all the others, all the others had been in front of people, or interrupted – they were alone now.

He kissed her passionately, hungrily sliding his tongue over her lips, begging for entrance. She obliged, opening her mouth to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to wrap her legs around his hips.

His hands move down her back, landing on either side of her butt, pulling her against him. Their tongues danced together, Harry’s thumb making circles on her inner thigh. Harry backed them up against a wall, sliding down slowly, allowing his legs to lie in front of him, while Ginny straddled his lap. With his hands finally free from holding her up, he let his hands drift up underneath her blouse. Inching closer and closer to his destination, his hands finally found, cupping each perfect mound gently. Ginny sucked in a breath, only just registering the very warm welcome her body had received cupped between her thighs.

She pulled back sadly, “Harry…” she breathed huskily,

“Gin…” Harry took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“That was..was..” Ginny, lost for words

“Amazing, mind-blowing spectacular?” Harry offered..

“but..” she started,

“we can’t…” he finished.

Harry fumbled through his pockets, searching for the ring he’d placed there earlier. “Ginny, my father gave this ring to my mother when they were in 7th year. It’s a promise ring, will you wear it?” the blush already present on Ginny’s cheeks seemed to deepen in shade, she nodded holding out her hand to him. After he’d placed the beautiful silver ring, with a large gem that matched the color of her hair – of his mum’s hair, she fumbled for her back pocket. “Your mom gave this to your father after he’d given her this ring. Will you wear it? For me?” she opened the tiny jewelry box to reveal a thin gold chain, from which hung a tiny gold snitch. The wings of the snitch seemed to flutter in the air as she clasped it around his neck.

 “I love you, Ginny Weasley.” Ginny took Harrys offered hand to stand, pulling herself up slowly.

“As I love you, Harry Potter.” She took the offered gold bag, conjuring two more to fill. He looked at her questioningly, to which she replied,

“Ron and Hermione, of course.” Looking at him with that fierce, fiery look in her eyes.

“ ‘course”.

They exited the vault quickly, the blush creeping back up to Ginny’s cheeks when she noticed the very amused expression of Griphook. One cart ride later, and they were exiting the bank. Harry sent his patronous to Mrs. Weasley, letting her know that he and Ginny were going to spend the rest of the day in Diagon Alley. With Ginny’s hand in his, they set off to spend a fun, relaxing day with no plans for anything at all. 

A/N: Now that you've read this - I have a question for you all. Most fanfics I read do not detail the sexual situations - so what would you guys prefer? Detailed, or hints at what it is their doing and move on? Thank you for reading, an all your comments :)

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