Fic: Perks of the Job (Harry/Ginny)
To: miss_celestine
From: vafizziks


Title: Perks of the Job
Author: vafizziks
Recipient's name: miss_celestine
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Warnings (if any): None
Author's notes (if any): Thanks to C for the beta.


There was a tentative knock on the door.

"Come in," Harry said gruffly, barely looking up from the papers strewn across his desk.

"Minister Potter, sir? This just came via owl?" His assistant had the most annoying habit of making everything into a question.

"What is it?" Harry growled, holding out his hand for the parchment. He quickly scanned it before looking up. "Can't Fin—"

His assistant shook her head, blond curls tumbling around her shoulders. "She's out of town."

"Shite." Harry noticed the two pink spots staining his assistant's cheeks and Harry felt badly. "Sorry, Helen."

"It's OK, Minister Potter."

Harry smiled slightly and glanced at the clock on his wall. Ginny's hand was pointing to 'At Home' as were the hands for their two children. "No reason for both of us to stay late, Helen. Why don't you go home?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Helen nodded and turned to go. Harry had to admit that Ron was right; Helen did have a rather nice bum. Not as nice as Ginny's, but nice enough. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, Harry tossed it into the fireplace and stuck his head in the flames.

"Gin?" he asked.

"Harry?" she replied. As soon as she caught sight of him, she shook her head. "Not coming home again tonight?"

"No, I'll be home. I'm just…not sure when."

She sighed. "Boys, come say good night to your father."

"Good night, Daddy," James said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Sirius just giggled as he tried to kiss his father through the flames.

"Mind your mother," Harry admonished. Both boys nodded and waved. "I'll be home as soon as I can," he said to his wife.

"I know," Ginny agreed, blowing him a kiss.

Harry stared into the fire even after Ginny's head had disappeared. Eventually, he sighed, realizing that if he never began his work, he'd never finish it. Harry had no idea how long he'd been at it when he was interrupted by a knock on his door. Usually, around this time, it was Dennis Creavey. He'd been hit by a spell during the final battle and hadn't been the same since. Harry had gotten him a job at the Ministry, straightening up, since Hermione has successfully freed all of the house elves several years ago.

"Hey, Dennis," Harry said without looking up. As soon as he finished reading this last memo, he could go home.

"I certainly hope I don't remind you of Dennis," a familiar feminine voice said, laughing lightly.

"Ginny, what are…" Harry's voice trailed off as she walked into his office and shut the door behind him. She grinned, slowly untying the belt of the green dragon hide coat she wore. She undid one, two, three, four buttons and opened the coat. All she had on were two black lacy bits that Harry had never seen before.

"I miss you, Harry."

"I…I…" He was having trouble stringing words together. Until it dawned on him. "Who's watching the boys?"

Ginny made a face. "Are you trying to kill the mood?" When he arched an eyebrow at her, she rolled her eyes. "Hermione and Ron are over. I thought they could use the practice." Their first child was due in about a month and Hermione was a nervous wreck although she'd never admit to it.

"And you're here to…"

She let the coat slide to the floor, stepping away from it in her black heels. "Why, Minister Potter, I'm here to seduce you."

"Ginny, we really shouldn't—"

"Harry, if the Minister of Magic can't have sex in his own office, who can?"

"I just don't think—" He was explaining as he tried to stand. Ginny whipped out her wand and pointed it at him. The next thing he knew, he was in his seat, soft cloth binding his arms to the chair. "Gin…"

"Relax," she whispered, settling herself on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. She kissed him once gently and then removed his glasses from his face. The world went a little fuzzy at that point, but Harry didn't care because she was kissing him harder, forcing his mouth open with her tongue. The actions of her tongue as it darted in, sliding against his own, reminded him of the fact that they hadn't made love in a few weeks.

Ginny's hands slid down his chest, leisurely popping his buttons open, nails skimming over each bit of skin she uncovered. Harry had never been more glad that he couldn't find a clean undershirt this morning. Her mouth moved from his, planting warm, wet kisses along his jawline and neck. When she found that spot below his right ear, he bucked up against her.

"Patience, Minister," she said in a husky tone. When her fingers nimbly undid the last button on Harry's shirt, she pulled it from the waistband of his trousers and pushed it off his shoulders a little. Her eyes narrowed and he half-expected her to scold him for not eating enough. But Ginny merely shook her head before kissing him again. Her hips began to move slightly as she rubbed herself against him, causing him to groan. It really had been too long since they'd been together.

"Ginny, please."

"Please what?" she teased, fingers dancing along his abdomen, sliding beneath his waistband ever so often.

"Need you," he growled.

She pulled back to look at him, cocking her head to one side. "Mmm, not yet." Without warning, she climbed off of him. She nudged his legs apart with one knee and stood between his spread legs.

"Ginevra Potter."

"Yes, Minister?" she asked innocently as her hands ran over her breasts, cupping each one. Her fingers met in the middle and she flicked open the clasp to her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders. Harry was struggling now, determined to get free of his bonds. He wanted, no he needed to touch her. "Just relax," she admonished, pinching her nipples until they were pink and erect. Sexy smile on her face, she ran her hands over her belly. Harry groaned when she wiggled out of her panties. His vision might be fuzzy, but he could certainly tell that she'd shaved herself. Popping a finger into her mouth, she sucked for a moment before running it over her pussy and sliding it slowly in.

With a hoarse shout, Harry tore through the bindings and stood in one fluid motion. He pushed Ginny roughly onto his desk with one hand while his other undid the button and zip on his trousers. Once his cock was free, harder than it had been in a great while, he thrust into her. As Ginny lay back on his desk, legs wrapped around his waist, he placed his hands on desk on either side of her head.

When the world got even fuzzier, he knew he was close. However, he wasn't going anywhere without his wife. Lifting his left hand from the desk, he moved it between them. Finding her hardened nub, he stroked and rubbed. When Ginny arched up from the desk, shouting 'Merlin, yes!' Harry slammed into her one last time, emptying himself into her. He slumped over her, head resting awkwardly on her breasts.

"That was…" his voice trailed off as he tried to catch his breath.

"Pleasing to the Minister?"

Harry laughed. "That's one way of putting it."

"Are you done for tonight?"

He lifted his head. "I'm just getting started."

She chuckled, "I meant with your work."

"Yes, I'm done. C'mon," he replied, standing up and holding out a hand to help her down from the desk. "Let's go home."