#fluff too

Arthur completed his duties much sooner than he usually does. He wanted to be finished in time to catch you before you retired for the night. You had just about climbed in bed when he came in. You sit there and look up at him.

“Done already?” You ask, a little surprised to see him.

“Yes. I wanted to spend my evening with you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I was just getting ready for bed.”

Arthur looks at you with longing. He misses that closeness you once had. He can’t read what’s going on in your mind. He walks over to the bed, putting the cane to on side and removing his footwear. He begins to undress.

“What are you doing?”

“Joining you.”

You watch him undress and climb into bed. Instantly his arms circle around you and draw you into him. He buries his nose into your neck, kissing you softly. You melt on the spot.

“Arthur...”

“Why are you distancing yourself from me?” He asks, planting more kisses along your jaw.

“Because I’m not worthy of you.”

He stops, looking at you with questioning eyes. His arms squeeze you gently. He did not expect that to be your answer. Not at all.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean- Look at you! You’re this clever, brave, magnificent man who has all these people looking up to him. You’re leading these people to a better future for the god we follow. I don’t have anything to give. Nothing to add. I don’t deserve to stand beside you when you’re making such a huge difference to these people’s lives. Someone out there deserves your love and attention far more than I do.”

He is silent. It’s stunned silence.

“How can you think that?” He asks, hurt that you don’t see yourself worthy of him. If anything, he is not worthy of you.

"How could I possibly be worth your time? Look at you, Arthur."

He shakes his head.

"Look at you."

He places one hand upon your cheek, eyes gliding over your face to take in your features.

"Beautiful."

He kisses you. Softly. Lovingly. You can't revisit it. His kisses are addictive. Something you would miss if you left.

He applies more pressure to it. His kiss hungry. Needy.

"Arthur..."

His hand trails down your arm, your belly, between your legs. You moan. He chuckles softly against your lips.

Stroking. Prodding. Touching.

You cling to him, needing something to hold onto. The way his fingers move. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He undresses you so casually under the covers of the bed. You only get to feel his fingers against your legs. They trail along your entrance, teasing you.

You moan under him again. He grins.

“Do you like that?”

You nod.

“Only you are worthy to feel so good by my hands,” his whispers. You shiver under him as holds himself over you. One hand on the mattress to support him, the other doing wonders to your body. His lips brush against your cheek and your jaw lightly. Not quite kissing you, just making you yearn for him.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.”

You don’t even get to say anything as his fingers stroke you from the inside. You tilt your head back and lose yourself in the feeling of his fingers. His lips finally kiss down your now exposed neck. You just feel him. It’s not enough though. You need all of him.

“Arthur...”

“Shh ,dear. You will have me. You will always have me.”

You look him in the eyes as reach up and wrap your arms around him. He smiles down at you, watching the bliss shine in your eyes. If this is how you are with just hid fingers, he wonders what you’ll be like a moment.

Arthur sits up, pushing the constricting covers away. His hands trail up your legs, palming the flesh gently. You lay there, exposed for him. Beautiful. You are beautiful and far too good for him.

Yet, here you are. His. In his home, his room, his arms.

He holds your gaze as he pulls you closer to him by your legs. A little rough, but still incredibly careful. He leans over you, rather intimidatingly, but your lips just twitch up into a smile as you reach up and press your palm to his chest. One of his hands comes up to grasp at your wrist, holding it there over his heart. You feel it pumping away.

“It belongs to you,” he says, voice a little raspy.

He dives down to kiss you to passionately and quickly. You’re left breathless. He clouds your mind with keeping your attention on his lips, so much so that when he inevitably thrusts himself into you, you’re left gasping, eyes wide open. He grins mischievously. 

Caught you unaware. Unsuspecting.

You feel him. All of him.

The world stands still for a moment. Your brain needs time to process the position you’re in.

This wonderful amazing man who looks after you, that treasures you, is here with his cock in you, filling you with just him. He’s all yours. All yours.

“Do not ever think yourself unworthy of my love,” he says, grinding slowly to start with. “Do not every think you’re not good enough.” Another roll of his hips. “If anything... I’m not worthy of you.”

You can’t even form thoughts, never mind words.

Just Arthur.

In and out. In and out. Slowly, intensely, all of him.

He listens to the sounds you’re making. The moans, the groans, the small little utters of what should be his name, but you never quite finish saying it. They’re all for him and he loves it.

He loves you.

Quicker. Faster. He’s picking up the pace. You need him and he needs you to feel good. To feel worthy of him. He needs you to know how you make him feel. Just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

You grab at the sheet beneath you, pressing yourself into Arthur. You need him that little bit deeper.

Arthur is so content with where he is right now. Nothing makes him feel as good as this. Knowing he is causing those sounds. Making you grip the sheets like that. Being the reason you feel this good.

You smile as you take in Arthur’s expression. You grab him and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his once more. He chuckles softly.

“I love you,” you say, holding onto him tightly.

One sharp thrust as him panting in your ear as he holds you, letting your words settle into his brain. That’s all I he wants to hear. 

“I love you most,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

You hold him. Just hold him. You can still feel him. His need to release, but he doesn’t. He’s just holding you.

“Arthur...”

“Yes?”

“Don’t hold back.”

He kisses your neck softly.

“Are you worthy?” He asks.

You smile. You nod.

“Yes, Arthur. I am.”

He chuckles, breath fanning your skin. He picks up where he left off. Tonight you would know exactly what it felt like to be loved by this man. Tonight would become one of the most treasured nights you have share with him.

You are his and he is yours.

Three days later, they stood at the hearth in the Burrow, Harry holding their overnight bags, and Ginny holding a tin of biscuits she’d made with Mum earlier.

“Enjoy yourselves now,” her Mum said, hugging them both.

Ginny stepped into the green flames and re-emerged into the whitewashed walls of the sitting room of Shell Cottage, Harry following at her heels. She cast cleansing charms to remove the soot as Fleur and Bill entered from the kitchen.

Fleur embraced them both, kissing them on each cheek. Ginny hugged Bill and handed him the tin of biscuits.

“It’s nice being able to use magic out of school now, isn’t it?” Bill said, his arm still around Ginny.

“Well, it’s nice to be able to do it legally at least,” Ginny replied with a wink.

Bill laughed. “Not much for rules in this family, are we?”

“No,” Harry chimed in. “But I suppose that’s why I get on so well with you lot.” Bill chuckled and ruffled Ginny’s hair.

“Let me take you upstairs so you can put away your things,” Fleur said, ushering them to the narrow stairwell as Bill took the biscuits into the kitchen.

They climbed the steep stairs until they reached the landing. Fleur opened the furthest door to the right, revealing a small room with whitewashed walls and a window that looked out over the cliff onto the sea. The window was framed by airy light blue drapes. A double bed with a fluffy, white duvet was in the middle of the wall next to the window.

“I think you will be comfortable in ‘zis room. The view is very nice.” Fleur said holding the door open for them.

I take back every time I called her Phlegm, Ginny thought, surprised and overjoyed at the prospect of getting to sleep in the same room as Harry for the weekend without the usual sneaking around.

Harry looked over at her with a confused expression, clearly unsure as to whether they were meant to stay in the room together.

“Thank you Fleur, this is lovely. Harry, can you bring in the bags please,” Ginny said, trying to give Harry a hint.

Harry stood in the doorway, still looking puzzled. “Erm, are we both staying in this room?”

Fleur raised her eyebrow. “Unless you would prefer separate rooms?”

Ginny flashed Harry a look that indicated he’d better not be a noble idiot by passing up a weekend together in a shared bedroom.

“Oh, erm, no, I wouldn’t… I just wanted to make sure it was alright with you and Bill if we stay in the same.”

“You are both of age now, non? Don’t worry about Bill. He owes Ginny a favor anyhow.” Fleur smiled at her. “I did not forget ‘zat Christmas morning Ginny. What you did was very kind.”

Ginny felt slightly guilty, as she’d gotten five galleons from Bill in exchange for letting him and Fleur have a private moment in her room Christmas morning before last, but she certainly wasn’t going to mention that to Fleur now.

“I must go finish dinner,” Fleur said. “Come downstairs when you ‘ave unpacked.” She left the room and shut the door.

Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry, who still looked a bit stunned. “This is a nice surprise, isn’t it?” she murmured into his chest. “For a moment, I thought your stupid nobility was going to ruin it.”

Harry smiled. “It’s got limits. A weekend in a room alone with you....” he said wryly, and then a look of nervousness crossed his face. “But I hope it won’t be awkward with Bill. I don’t want to throw it in your family’s face that we’re… you know.”

Ginny snorted. He was adorably thick sometimes. “Harry, you do realize everyone in the family probably knows we’re shagging, right?”

“What?” Harry said, looking panicked. “We’ve been so careful. They’ve never caught either of us out of bed.”

“It doesn’t exactly take loads of N.E.W.T.s to figure it out, love. We told them we got together my fifth year, we’ve been inseparable since the war ended, they all know about your near-death experience-“

“Actual death experience,” he interrupted.

“Please don’t remind me. And to top it all off, you’re smiling and looking far too pleased with yourself most mornings. I don’t know if you remember, but you used to look like this,” she screwed up her face into what she thought was a spot-on impression of sulking, broody Harry.

He laughed. “Well, I’ve tried to be discreet, at least.”

“And we have, I’m just telling you, they probably all know.”

He sighed. “Well, hopefully it’s not too awkward with Bill.”

“It’ll be fine. And like Fleur said, Bill owes me one. Let’s go to dinner.”  

They had a pleasant dinner. Ginny, somewhat apprehensively, tried the Bouillabaisse that Fleur made, but found that she actually quite liked it. Bill and Fleur told them about their trip to France to visit Fleur’s family, and then the conversation turned to Harry’s first Auror mission, which was starting in a few weeks.

At the mention of summer’s end, a pit formed in Ginny’s stomach, and her mind wandered as Harry spoke. She dreaded leaving him to return to Hogwarts. Last year was miserable, of course, and for reasons far worse than just missing Harry. She tried to tell herself it would be easier this year- they could write to each other, he could visit her on Hogsmeade weekends, and they’d see each other over Christmas- but it didn’t change the fact that they’d be apart again. And this time, Harry would be working at the Ministry, surrounded by throngs of witches who would undoubtedly throw themselves at him, and he would no longer be distracted by fighting a homicidal maniac who wanted to kill him. Meanwhile, she’d be a schoolgirl stuck at Hogwarts- little Ginny, always the youngest- always the one left behind.

She knew that Harry loved her. She knew that he would never mess her about. But she couldn’t help the fears that crept in the corners of her mind- the fear that another year away from each other would be too difficult, the fear that being apart would result in growing apart. And her darkest fear of all, the one that hid and scuttled in the most shadowed corner of her mind, planted years ago by a silky-voiced stranger who she thought was her friend, was that Harry would realize that in his new, grown-up life, he could do anything he wanted, have any witch he wanted, and decide that he didn’t want her.

“What do you think, Gin?” Harry’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Oh um...” She flushed. “What were you saying? I’m sorry, I got distracted by the view.” She motioned to the window by the sink, which looked out over the sea.

Harry grinned at her. “I was saying I’d like to try to go down to the beach tomorrow at low tide.”

She smiled back. “I’d like that.”

They finished dinner and then went into the sitting room. Bill poured them wine, and Fleur brought out a tray of cheeses and the biscuits Mum had made. They ate and drank as they chatted and listened to the wireless. At some point, Bill produced an Exploding Snap deck, and they took turns playing against one another, laughing at the explosions and goading the loser to finish their drink.

Some time later, she sat cross legged on the rug next to the hearth, midway through a game of Exploding Snap with Harry, feeling slightly tipsy and pleasantly warm from the combination of the heat from the fire and the wine, when Bill approached and knelt down next to them on the rug.

“Alright, you two?”

“Fine thanks, just kicking Harry’s arse.” Bill chuckled as Harry shook his head playfully.

“We’re going to head up to bed. The windows are charmed so you can leave them open but nothing can get inside, so no need to worry there. Knock on our door if you need anything, alright?”

“Thanks Bill. Goodnight,” Harry replied.

“Night,” Ginny said, as she kissed Bill on the cheek.

When he was gone, Ginny looked at Harry from over the cards. “Your move, Potter.”

He smirked at her. “Potter now, is it?”

“I take thrashing you at Exploding Snap seriously, what can I say?”

She gazed at him over the cards. The rippling flames from the firelight reflected in his eyes, which were darker than usual.

“I think I should make my next move upstairs,” he said, his voice low, desire evident in his tone. Her stomach fluttered, and she bit her bottom lip.  With a swish of her wand, she sent the cards flying neatly back into the box. With a flick of his, he extinguished the fire.

They climbed the stairs to their room, being careful to tread quietly on the landing. The second the door closed behind them, she heard the click of the locking charm.

“Muffliato?” she reminded him.

“Already done,” he said.

He leaned down and crashed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately, one hand winding into her hair, the other caressing low on her back. He slowly walked her backward until her legs reached the bed, and she lay back, pulling him towards her.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, but he held her wrist to still her hand. “Wait,” he said.

She looked at him quizzically, one brow raised, unsure as to why he was stopping her. His cheeks flushed. “It’s just, erm, we’ve got the night…”

She understood him perfectly. “We’ve never had all night together before, have we?”

He leaned down and kissed her neck, then moved his lips to the shell of her ear and whispered, “No. And I’d planned on taking my time.”