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Title: In the Now
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word count: ~650
Warnings: Adult themes

Summary: Ginny helps Harry unwind after a rough day at the Auror Academy.

Notes: This pseudo-drabble was bought by [livejournal.com profile] katwoman_68 as part of my Purple Dove Auction, a fandom benefit for organizations that support LGBT youth; her donation went to The Trevor Project, a suicide prevention hotline for children and teens. Anyone who wants a 500-word drabble from me may purchase one for a small donation; bids are open for a longer fic as well. Please click on the auction link for details. Kathy's prompts were "fire" and "chocolate."

In the Now



"How'd it go today?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Harry threw his Academy-issued cloak over the back of the armchair. He rummaged in his pockets, tossed a couple of knuts and a chocolate bar on the kitchen table, then headed to the bathroom; the sound of the shower running filled the small flat.

When he emerged twenty minutes later, towel cinched around his waist, a fire roared in the sitting room hearth. Ginny dimmed the lights and handed him a glass of Elder wine; Harry slugged it down in one swallow. He sat on the sofa, reached for the decanter on the coffee table, and poured himself another glass; Ginny sat down next to him.

"It's not a Dementor anymore, is it? Your Boggart."

Harry froze, the glass midway to his lips.

"How did you know?"

Ginny nodded at the now-empty wrapper on the edge of the table. "You didn't eat the chocolate I sent with you."

Harry took another gulp of wine.

"No one said this would be part of the training." The silence stretched out between them.

"It was me, wasn't it? Dead, or badly hurt."

He hesitated for a long moment, then nodded, not looking at her.

"I don't think I can do this, Gin."

Ginny put her hand on his knee. "I know you can. You've faced far worse than Boggarts already."

"It's not Boggarts that scare me." Harry took her hand in his. "I'll be hunting dark wizards, sending them to Azkaban. Some will have friends on the outside who could take revenge by hurting you. If I become an Auror, you'll always be in danger." He stared down at their entwined fingers, lost in melancholy, their wedding bands glinting in the firelight. "Maybe I made a mistake."

Ginny set her glass down. "Everyone fears losing the person they love, Harry. Do you really think Ron's Boggart is still a spider? That Hermione still cares about failing tests?" Her warm brown eyes sought his. "My Boggart's always been your corpse — even before Hagrid carried you out of the Forest and I thought you were dead."

Harry looked away, lost in thought.

"It never completely disappears, does it? The fear."

Ginny shook her head. "You will lose me someday, Harry — and I'll lose you. Nobody lives forever."

Harry frowned. "So how do we deal with not knowing when it will happen, or how?"

Ginny shrugged. "By making the most of the time we have, I suppose. Speaking of which, I expect that chocolate's melted by now."

Ginny withdrew her wand from the pocket of her dressing gown and waved it at the hearth; a tiny cauldron hanging over the fire sailed across the room, landing with a thunk on the coffee table.

Harry set down his glass, eyes fixed on Ginny as she untied the sash of her dressing gown, letting it slip off her shoulders. Her bare skin glowed pink in the firelight.

"Seemed a shame to let something so luscious go untasted." Her eyes crinkled as they dropped to the erection tenting the front of his towel. "Looks like that won't be a problem."

Harry shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. He unwrapped the towel from his waist, letting it fall away, then dipped two fingers into the pot.

"Come here."

Ginny leaned closer. Her breath caught as the dark, viscous liquid coated one nipple, then the other, warm rivulets dripping down each breast.

"Harry..."

She gasped when his tongue followed, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked her clean. The fire popped and crackled through the night, casting warmth and flickering shadows over their moving bodies, until the pot was empty, the embers turned to ash, and Harry was viscerally, sensually reminded — despite their uncertain fates — of the joy of being alive, and living in the now.

Date: 2010-12-13 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katwoman-68.livejournal.com
*Happy sigh*

Sometimes insomia isn't bad, if I get gifts in the middle of the night.

I love how their Boggarts are now, essentially, the same. And I love how you used my prompts.

Date: 2010-12-13 07:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Oh, yay! Glad you liked it. Your prompts were fun ones. I enjoyed playing with them. ;-)

Now get to bed, woman!

Date: 2010-12-13 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Oh, P.S. -- thank you for the holiday cookies! Nom nom nom! :D

Date: 2010-12-13 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sidnandragin.livejournal.com
I loved it. The chocolate + the wine were just the things to turn a bad day into a fruitful night!

Date: 2010-12-13 11:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Hee, thanks! I do love me some wine + chocolate. :-)

Date: 2010-12-13 08:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] treacle-tartlet.livejournal.com
Not for just anybody would I read het, bebe! This was lovely! ♥

Date: 2010-12-13 12:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
*blinks*

*scrolls back up to check header — yep, this is definitely H/G*

*scrolls back down*

Wow, thank you! I'm very flattered! :D

Date: 2010-12-13 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sfaith.livejournal.com
Quite lovely and very sensual. *applause*

(Hm, just remembering you were in my dream last night. Can't remember what exactly it was...)

Date: 2010-12-13 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Thank you, dear! And ooh, how fun I was in your dream! Were we in that leather bar with all the cocks I posted about the other day?

Date: 2010-12-14 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sfaith.livejournal.com
Nothing that exciting, I'm afraid! I can't actually remember WHAT the dream was about, just that you were there...

Date: 2010-12-13 02:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liebedance.livejournal.com
Oh, I liked this. A nice little way to start out my Monday. :P

Date: 2010-12-13 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Thank you! Glad I could brighten your Monday. :D

Date: 2010-12-13 03:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] museme87.livejournal.com
Mmm Harry/Ginny. Really lovely, hun! Very sensual and just heavy enough, I think. :)

Date: 2010-12-13 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Thanks, babe! I almost went with Chocolate Frogs, but I couldn't think of a way to make it sexy. ;-)

Date: 2010-12-13 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missliss14.livejournal.com
Ooh, that was hot. Love the melted chocolate!

Date: 2010-12-13 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Thanks, hon! I may have to try that sometime myself. ;-)

Date: 2010-12-13 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmacmf.livejournal.com
Oh, lovely! I've been very Harry/Ron recently, but I've got the urge to write some H/G - this is just what I needed!

Ginny is so good for Harry - she teaches him to live in the now, rather than in the past or in fear of the future.

Date: 2010-12-13 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Hee! Glad I could fulfill your need. :D I find it helps me to mix things up a bit sometimes - write het when I'm blocked writing a slashfic, or vice versa. Frees my mind a little bit, KWIM?

And yeah, Ginny is great for Harry. I'll always be an H/G shipper at heart. ♥

Date: 2010-12-13 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetdreamer285.livejournal.com
Yay, H/G! It's been a while. Thank you, totally cured a bit of my 1st hangover...

Date: 2010-12-14 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
LOL! Your first hangover of the day, or your first hangover ever?

You're not fourteen, are you? Because that's when I had my first hangover. If so, you're not allowed to read my naughty fic anymore. Or, er, drink.

And, um, you're welcome. :D

Date: 2010-12-15 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetdreamer285.livejournal.com
Nah, quarter of a century old and still thriving.

And yep, my first hangover EVER. 12 shots of vodka in one night. So my What's My Limit journey is done for now. ^)^

Can't wait til Xmas. See if I can handle tequilla. Bwahaha

Date: 2010-12-14 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lemondrop34.livejournal.com
Well, that was yummy and I don't even really like het fanfic porn anymore, lol. But there's something 'bout YOUR Harry with Ginny that will always evoke tender feelings in me...

Well done!

Date: 2010-12-14 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Oh noes, I've turned you! LOL! And H/G fandom is all the poorer for it. ;-) Still, thanks for your kind words and for dipping your toes back in! Will try to provide you with some slash porn soon, but gawd, I've been so tired lately I can't bring myself to get out of bed and write when the alarm goes off at 4 a.m. I think I'm in hibernation...

Date: 2010-12-14 09:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pettybureaucrat.livejournal.com
Chocolate and sex -- the unbeatable combination. Very nicely done.

Date: 2010-12-14 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginger-veela.livejournal.com
Thank you! Yes, sex and chocolate do make a nice pairing. Glad you enjoyed.

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