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Harry/Ginny--Heaven Scent (NC17)

Title: Heaven Scent
Author/Artist: almond_joyz
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 2751
Warnings (if any):
Summary: Something's up with Ginny. Harry likes it.
Author/Artist notes: Written for 2013 hp_porninthesun in which I won "Best Het Award" which completely threw me for a loop. Enjoy!


"Hurry up!"

"I'm doing the best I can, you know. You do realize you're making me fix your hair. I can't get my own hair to cooperate, so why would I be able to control yours?"

"Why couldn't you keep your hands out of my hair?"

"You like it when I pull your hair when we're having sex. You look hot with your head back and your neck arched…" His wand stopped moving and his eyes drifted down her face, over her cheeks, along her jaw line towards her neck before stopping at her breasts, which were just hidden underneath the lavender fabric of her dress. His breathing quickened and he felt himself stir again.

Ginny snapped her fingers. "HARRY!"

He quickly looked up and tried to think of something to say, but it was no use. All that came out was, "Huh?"

She growled, which sounded much sexier than it should have. "What is the matter with you?"

"I love you." That sounded much better inside his head.

Ginny rolled her eyes and put her hand under his chin, making him look at her face rather than her breasts. "Get it together, man! There's a wedding in thirty minutes! You can't behave like this! Merlin, Harry, we shagged this morning and before I left to get my hair done. I won't be able to walk if you keep this up."

"I can't walk, either."

His comment earned him another sexy growl and she opened the bathroom door. "I'll just have Angelina fix it. She's not a walking erection!"

"I should hope not!" Harry breathed deeply, hoping to calm himself down, but all he got was a whiff of whatever perfume she put on today. His cock grew just smelling it. "Damn it! I can't stand up there like this!"

"My god, Ginny what happened?"

Ginny felt her cheeks warm and merely looked at Angelina sheepishly.

"Just now?"

Ginny nodded.

"Your mother's going to kill you!"

"She won't today. It's a wedding!" She smiled to herself as she remembered how Harry made love to her earlier this morning, then fucked her in the shower, and then on the living room floor. She didn't know what was going on with either her or Harry. They couldn't get enough of each other, and merely looking at him got her knickers wet. "Just fix my hair!"

Angelina made quick work of rearranging Ginny's up do, done extremely well by the hairdresser. Angelina gave a lopsided smile and placed her wand in her bun.

"That's the best I can do. He really must like….I can't say it or I picture it. Just get yourselves under control."

Ginny bit her lip then said, "I can't help it, Angelina. I look at him and all I want to do is….It's impossible to think of anything else when he's around."

Angelina's eyes widened and she put a hand on her chest. "Oh my god." She started giggling.


"You're…..and you're….and he's….No wonder!" Angelina slapped her forehead and began laughing harder, earning a smack on the shoulder from Ginny. "Ow! What was that for?"

"What is wrong with me!"

"Nothing, trust me," Angelina reassured her. "Just let me be the first to know that it worked, okay?" She took Ginny's hand and led her toward the bridesmaids. Ginny had no idea what Angelina was talking about, but she couldn't think about that right now. The wedding was about to start.

Harry had no idea what happened during the ceremony. He technically knew what was going on but he hadn't paid attention to anything since Ginny walked down the aisle and stood a few feet away.

Merlin, he wanted her. His body literally ached from the hard-on in his trousers; it was difficult to stand and he constantly needed to shift his weight from one leg to the other. One thing he was thankful for was the robes. Mrs. Weasley would never allow any of her children to get married without traditional Wizarding robes. It hid his predicament very well, lessening the need to place his hands over his crotch. If he did, he always brushed his cock, making him flinch.

He looked over at Ginny and caught her eye. She wore the same look he did. Her lips were full, pouty one might call them and begged to be kissed. She licked them, making him groan in frustration. He'd give anything to have her bend over right now and get him off with her luscious lips.

His eyes travelled over her body, noticing how beautiful she looked today. The lavender gown complemented her hair and made her skin look like fresh cream. Her hair was pulled back and curled, beautifully fixed, he assumed, by Angelina. The only time she looked more gorgeous than today was on their wedding day, almost two years ago. He smiled briefly as he remembered the unleashed passion they shared on their wedding night.


He snapped his head towards Ron, who looked irritated and held out a hand. Harry felt the eyes of the entire congregation at his back and fought the desire to turn around and run.

"Yeah?" he eked out.

"The rings. I need the rings," Ron whispered loudly through gritted teeth.

"Oh! Right. The rings." Harry reached inside his robe pocket but found nothing. Panicking, he tried the other side. "Oh no."

"Please tell me you didn't lose our wedding rings," Hermione stated with irritation.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. "No, I have 'em."

"Well? Where are they?" Ron asked.

"In my pocket," Harry squeaked. He moved aside his robes and gently placed his hand inside his trouser pocket, being careful to avoid touching himself. He felt them in the corner and almost worked his fingers around them.

"Oh come on!" Ron grabbed Harry's elbow and gave it a jerk. Harry's hand slapped his erection, sending pleasure and pain up his body.

"Bloody hell!" He doubled over, the crowd gasped, Hermione dropped her flowers, Mrs. Weasley screamed his name. A slight breeze picked up, sending the scent of Ginny's erotic perfume his way; Harry groaned and came all over the inside of his trousers as he fell the floor.

"Harry?" Ginny asked softly in his ear. "Give me the rings."

He brought his hand up, both rings inside his fist, and placed them in her hand. She kissed his forehead. Her perfume inundated him again and was unable to speak. He took a deep breath before standing up and handing the rings over to Ron.

"Is he okay?" Ron asked. "Reminded me of when You Know Who got inside his head."

"He's fine. Or he will be soon." Ginny helped Harry up and whispered in his ear, "Meet me by the cloak room once this is over. I'm not feeling well, either."

"We…we have to get back…."

"Shut the hell up and fuck me, Harry!" Ginny attached her mouth to his and leapt onto him. His arms went round her waist and stumbled backwards until the wall stopped him. "Knew…you were thinking…about it…too," she said between kisses.

Harry moved his hands to her arse and squeezed, causing her to thrust her hips forward against his new erection. He moaned into her mouth as her tongue invaded. He felt dizzy with want, feeling as if he'd collapse into a heap if he didn't make love to her again. It was impossible, considering how often they'd been together today, that he'd want her so soon after embarrassing himself in front of everyone.

Ginny hooked her leg around his hips and her scent wafted toward him. He placed his hand underneath her dress and caressed her rear end. The firm, soft skin always spurred him on.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Tear my knickers and put your fingers inside me."

"Yes ma'am." Harry smiled and did what she demanded, moving his hand to the front of her body and took hold of her knickers, giving it a good tug. The sound of the fabric ripping sent chills up and down his spine. His eager fingers delved into her moist heat, finding the nub of her clit and brushing against the swollen flesh. Her scent filled his nostrils and he moved his fingers faster, harder, needing to make her come.

"Fuck!" she hissed, arching her neck in pleasure.

Harry took the opportunity presented and began kissing and licking her neck down one side and then up the other. He teased her earlobes as his fingers continued to massage her clit. Ginny began moaning and swirling her hips against his hand. Her breathing quickened and her hands moved along toward the front of his robes, yanking them apart and breaking the clasps. She hurried toward the fly of his trousers, fumbling awkwardly with the zipper. Harry chuckled. She always had problems getting his pants down.

"Need some help?" he whispered into her ear, then licked the inside, which he knew drove her mad. He set her down and made quick work of his belt, button and zipper, yanking down his trousers and boxers in one. His cock stood out, thick and proud, pointing where it wanted to go.

"Lie down. Let me ride you," Ginny ordered, licking her lips delectably. "Now."

"There's no room."

"Are you a wizard or not?" she teased.

Harry gave her a half-smile and took his wand from his pocket, enlarging the cloak room enough so he could lie down. Once he was on his back, Ginny hiked up her dress, the torn knickers fluttering to the floor. He snatched them and placed them in his pocket.

"Souvenir." He waggled his eyebrows. Placing his hands on her hips, he guided her downwards, her hot, wet flesh surrounding him; he groaned as pleasure began to overtake him.

Ginny closed her eyes as she slid down to the base of his cock and swirled her hips, rubbing her clit against him, hissing at the shot of pleasure the friction caused. Her thighs squeezed and she rose up again, and then slid down, repeating the movements with urgency.

Harry arched his back, feeling himself nearing release. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her down against his pelvis. He took over their rhythm and lifting his hips erratically, forgetting all the finesse he'd learned during the years making love to Ginny. He didn't care; he needed to reach his climax, nearly forgetting her in the process.

"Oh…blood..eee…hell!" Ginny whined as her strong inner muscles began pulsing around him. The throbbing grew stronger and Harry felt himself release. He grabbed her waist and held her firmly, shooting off inside of her.

"Fuck that's good!" Harry groaned, his words echoing in the small room.

"What was that?"

"Is that Ron's voice?" Harry whispered with Ginny still astride him, frozen in place.

"What?" asked Hermione from the other side of the door.

"There. In the cloak room. Sounded like…Oh Merlin, they wouldn't. Would they?"

"Who? What?"

Ginny began to giggle at Hermione's inability to cotton on. Her giggles shook around Harry's cock and he felt himself stir inside again.

"Stop it!" he whispered but began chuckling himself.

"Harry and Ginny. Sneaking around and missing stuff. Haven't you noticed?"

"Ron, my attention was focused on a taller Weasley to take much notice of what Ginny's been up to today."


Their voices faded away and Ginny looked down at Harry. "Really, Harry? Can't you control this thing?"

"Not where you're concerned."

"Good answer."

"Can I sit?"

Ginny cleared her throat and nodded, even though she really didn't feel like chatting with Fleur.

"So, how long 'ave you and Harry been trying to 'ave a bebe?" Fleur asked brightly with a toothy smile.

Ginny's mouth dropped. "What? We haven't told anyone we're trying."

Fleur shook her head. "You don't have to say any-zing, Geeny. Eet's obvious you're ovulating."

"Pardon me?" Ginny leaned forward, closing the distance between them. "How can you even know that? I don't even know."

Fleur patted Ginny's hand. "Non, Geeny, eet is possible. Beel figured it out. He caught your scent."

Ginny could not believe what she was hearing. "My brother smellsme?"

"Not intentionally!" Fleur bust out in laughter. "Werewolves can pick up females in heat."

"I'm not a bitch in heat! What the hell are you talking about?"

"Zink about it. When did you stop zee potion? Don't you remember what your muzzer taught you? Or don't zey talk about such things in England? You English are a repressed lot, no?"

Ginny was about to let fly a few choice words when a long-ago conversation came to mind.

"Ginny, don't go off your potions until you're absolutely certain you want to get pregnant."

"Well, yeah, Mum, that's pretty obvious."

"You must understand that when Pureblood witches ovulate, her hormones send…messages…to her partner. He'll…sense things and…well, you'll do…er, pregnancy is almost sure to happen."

At the time, Ginny tuned out most of what her mother had said because the conversation had been so uncomfortable. Now, faced with the fact that she and Harry couldn't stop fucking, feeling inexorably drawn to him and the unfulfilled desire that had been coursing through her veins today, it all made sense.

She felt her cheeks warm at the thought of all she had Harry had felt today. Just remembering everything made her randy all over again. Merlin, when would this stop?

"Zo, you 'ave been…to-gezzer this afternoon?" Fleur asked without shame. "Beel noticed during zee ceremony before 'arry collapsed." She chuckled behind her hand.

Ginny dropped her head to the table, mortified that anyone, a brother especially, could sense what she and Harry got up to this afternoon. But then a thought hit her; she was at the peak time to get pregnant and most likely would be soon. She turned her head and looked up at Fleur.

"Don't tell anyone, please? Especially Mum."

"Of course, Geeny. Zat's your private business. Although, I zink Angelique knows."

Ginny sat up and cringed. "She figured it out when she was fixing my hair." She sighed but was relaxed. "I need to talk to Harry."

"Make sure you actually talk to him. You muzzer is rather annoyed with you for disappearing so much today.

Harry's arm was wrapped around Ginny, providing warmth against the cool breeze that had been around all day. She leaned her head into his shoulder and smiled briefly at what could be happening inside her at that very moment. She doubted Harry knew about wizarding biology; it wasn't something talked about much in families, let alone discussed at school.

His arm tightened around her shoulder, making her almost certain that he caught her scent. Feeling mischievous, Ginny turned and kissed his neck; he shivered and whimpered.

"You're mean," he whispered, turning to look down at her. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing. He looked full of lust, love, longing and damn sexy.

"No idea what you're talking about," she whispered before placing a kiss just below his Adam's apple.

"Your perfume. You keep putting it on and it's making me—"

"I'm not wearing any perfume, Harry." She traced a finger around his ear; he visibly shivered. He turned and looked down at her, confused. She rolled her eyes and pulled him away from the dance floor and the blissfully happy newly married couple.

"Ginny, my dick hurts," he whinged, but not enough to be a real one.

She stifled the giggle that threatened to burst forth. "Harry, I'm not wearing perfume. It's...me." She waggled her eyebrows at him, waiting for him to cotton on to her meaning.

"What do you mean no perfume? I've been smelling you..." His eyes widened. "Can other people? Oh Merlin, what's the matter?"

"I'm...ovulating. It's a signal for you to fuck my brains out. Once a month until we're pregnant. At least when I'm off my potion."

He furrowed his eyebrows, processing the information she'd just told him. His frown melted away and he smiled.

"Cool." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "So, we could be...?"

She gave a non-committal nod. "We have to make sure it takes."

"You wanna stay for the dancing?" he asked, pulling her close.

"Not really."

"Good, because right now, you really smell."

This time, she did laugh. "You really know how to charm a girl, Potter."

They Disapparated, not caring that their family was completely livid that they had left.

They were forgiven two and a half months later with news of the impending arrival of Baby Potter.