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smut because i feel like it now go to your room and enjoy ;)

Sunday Roast went better than I expected.

But now it was Monday, which I think everyone can agree is the worst day of the week.

Literally.

Because I woke up to Ginerva Weasley sitting in my living room.

James in arms, Teddy clinging onto my leg, my mouth fell open. Harry held his head in his hands. An overwhelming sense of possessiveness came over me when I realized he was still in his pajamas, even more so after remembering his pajamas consisted of only trackies. 

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" I snap, watching Teddy run to Harry, lifting his hands in a demand to be lifted. Harry's expression lightened immediately and he lifted our son, smiling at the teal-haired boy.

"You're still here?" Ginerva drawled, seemingly annoyed. My eyes flicked to her and, for a short moment, I wished the dumb girl knew I wasn't a morning person.

"You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my house or your teeth will be knocked out of your face," I said, my eyes narrowing with every word. Her eyes flickered with fear for a moment. Good. Then, she flicked a clump of poorly-treated ginger hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms.

"This is actually Harry's house," She said. I could feel my magic flicker and I quickly sat James down in the play-pen we kept in the living room. He'd fallen back asleep, anyway.

"Last I checked, this house belongs to the Blacks. You may not understand this with your little cashew-sized brain but I am, technically, a Black. Not to mention, Harry now owns this house, and the contract we signed six years ago to become married magically connected me and our children to the ownership of this house, therefore, this is my house," I could hear my magic crackle as I spoke.

I felt Harry's arm wind around my waist and my anger went down so fast my head was spinning. I leaned on him, feeling the warmth of his torso leak through my (his) old shirt. It went almost down to my knees and had new holes every time I washed it.

I looked up at the brown eyes scanning up and down my husband's frame and felt my magic flicker again dangerously.

"Put a bloody shirt on," I hissed in his ear. He kissed my cheek and looked cautiously between me and Ginerva before turning on his heel to our bedroom, Teddy still in his arms.

"Out," I hiss before her horrid lipstick-covered lips can open. She scoffs but walks to the floo, and before long, she's gone with a whirl of green-flames.

Harry comes back into the room now,

"The boys are going to stay with Mother for a bit," I say, walking into our bedroom to quickly change my clothes.

"Oh?" I hear Harry say from outside. I nod before remembering he can't see me.

"Yes," I say, walking out of the closet, now fully clothed. He nods, turning around down the hallway, most likely to go get the boys.

"Alright," He calls.

An hour later finds us back home. Before we've even made it over the hearth, I'm clawing at the light blue jumper I'm wearing, tearing it off before ripping the white button-down underneath it. My hands then reach for his shirt. I rip it off before he can say anything and then I'm grabbing him by the hips.

"Why did we send the boys away?" He questions and I walk backward, my index fingers hooked into the belt loops on his jeans.

"Because I want to ride you into the fucking sunset," I say simply as I feel my knees his the foot of our bed. A devious smirk comes across his face and I send one right back. He pushes me back onto the bed, crawling on top of me.