FIC: My Baby's Mother (Harry/Ginny)
To: Aibhinn
From: Your Secret Santa

Title: My Baby's Mother
Author: lunalovepotter (fic journal)
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: Harry & Ginny have just welcomed their first child, and Ginny is concerned that Harry doesn't find her desirable anymore.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Author notes: I'd just like to say a special thanks to my beta, V. Happy Holidays!


Sometime during the night, a low echoing cry floated through the room. Lying in bed, Harry was aware of it for a fleeting moment, and then he rolled over onto his side and fell back asleep. His wife, however, was already awake, well attuned to the needs of her three month-old son. Ginny rarely slept soundly any more. Her body and mind were always braced for the inevitable moment of interruption. Even though her body craved sleep, there seemed to be no point to it.

She moved aside the covers with a deep, tired sigh. She kept her slippers and her robe next to the bed now, and she put them on as if on automatic pilot. She cast a glance at her sleeping husband, and felt a vaguely familiar stirring deep within her. Even though the mere idea of any kind of sex was exhausting, she couldn't help but miss it, just a little. It had been five months since their last encounter, and as she slouched off toward James's adjoining nursery, Ginny lamented the absence of sex from her regular routine. It was a completely necessary absence, to be sure; she was a mother now, and the baby's needs came first. But even though she hardly felt sexual in her regular uniform of an oversized t-shirt and loose fitting jeans with her unkempt hair and her heavy, aching breasts, not to mention the lingering two stone she'd gained in pregnancy, she was still a woman – and she had needs. The only problem was that Harry hadn't shown any interest since James was born. He even held her more carefully, as if she were an egg; it was like he was afraid to get too close. Their kisses were maddeningly chaste.

Lifting her son from the cradle, she settled in the chair by the window that gave her an unobstructed view of the vast, sloping back yard bathed in soft yellowish-white moonlight. She lifted her shirt and unfastened the nursing bra with tired but precise fingers before settling the fussy baby to her right breast. He took her nipple and she winced at first, then she settled back against the cushions and performed a non-verbal Rocking charm while her son's mouth eagerly took the milk from her breast, his warm, tiny body snuggled against her.

A few minutes later, James finished and she burped him against her shoulder, then shifted him to her left breast, and closed her eyes, softly stroking his curled fist while he resumed suckling. It wasn't long after this that she became aware of another presence in the room. She hadn't heard any footfall, or creaking floorboard, nor did she hear any telltale breathing. But still, she knew Harry was there.

A smile crept across her lips. She opened her eyes. Harry was lingering in the doorway in his plaid pajama bottoms and long-sleeved shirt, his perennially messy hair sticking up in all directions. "Hi," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry love, didn't want to disturb you," Harry said, and stepped farther into the room.

"Nonsense, you're not disturbing anything."

Harry smiled. "He's amazing, isn't he?"

"He certainly is." Ginny smiled as she gazed down at her son and her heart swelled until it felt like it would burst. Sometimes she had trouble believing that he'd really come from her body. He had her eyes.

"You're pretty amazing, as well, you know." Harry's voice octave lowered just slightly, and when she looked up he was watching her with a look she hadn't seen before – it was almost reverential.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

James finished feeding and she was about to bring him to her shoulder when Harry intervened. "Here, let me," he said. So she handed him the baby. Covering herself, she settled back in the rocking chair and watched Harry slowly walk the room. It was probably the sexiest thing she'd ever seen; Harry in his pajamas holding their newborn son to his shoulder and patting his back, while soft moonlight streamed in through the window. Time seemed to stand still.

"That's my beautiful boy," Harry whispered, pressing his lips to the baby's head.

"I love you," Ginny murmured, quite unexpectedly. Harry looked at her, and smiled.

"Why don't you go back to bed and sleep? I think I'll stay up with him for awhile," he said.

Ginny got to her feet. "Are you sure you don't want any company?" she asked, hopefully.

"I'm fine, love. You go get some sleep."

"Actually I think I'll take a shower. I haven't washed my hair in three days, and it shows." She smiled vaguely, and allowed her fingers to brush lightly against his arm as she passed.

"Take your time."

Ginny peeled off her clothes and turned on the water for the shower. As she was about to get in, she caught her reflection in the mirror and paused. Her body was rounder, and softer; and while the post-pregnancy weight lingered on her small frame, she wasn't grotesquely overweight by any means. Her athleticism had worked in her favor over the last year, so other than the extra weight and a few extra curves, she'd managed to maintain most of her original shape.

What was it? She thought. Did he think that she didn't want to any more? While the water ran, she touched herself, running her fingers over her breasts, which were bigger, although considerably lighter now that James had been fed; she touched her nipples almost gingerly, and they hardened under her fingers like small dark cherries. Then her hand drifted down her stomach, over the slight roll of skin left over from pregnancy, and into the thatch of hair between her legs. It was the first time she had explored down there other than to wash herself since James was born – for the first few weeks, she'd hardly thought of herself as a sexual being. She'd relinquished her entire body to the care of her son. But as she cupped herself in her hand and gave a gentle squeeze those familiar urges came back.

She wanted sex. But why didn't Harry?

When she emerged from the shower fifteen minutes later, rather than put on the old t-shirt and sweatpants, she instead chose a light cotton nightgown with thin straps. Her breasts were almost too full to fit in it now, and they were nearly spilling out the top, but otherwise it still fit her reasonably well. She combed and dried her hair, which fell in soft, loose waves to her shoulders, and dabbed splashes of Harry's favorite perfume on her wrists and in the hollow of her neck. For the first time in weeks, she felt beautiful. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and her limbs tingled with anticipation.

Surprise registered on Harry's face when he walked back into the bedroom and found Ginny draped across the length of the bed. He stopped short, his eyes visibly widening at the sight of her breasts coming out of the top of her nightgown; it was almost like he'd never seen them before.

"No, you have the right room," Ginny smiled lazily, and sat up. "I was just thinking it might be time for a little…change."

"I just…wow…"

"Remember this old thing? I can't remember the last time I was able to wear it." She fingered the strap on her right shoulder. "It feels nice to put on regular clothes again."

"Yeah well, it looks…it looks good." His eyes traveled the length of her body, his gaze like warm laser beams on her skin. Her nipples sprang to attention. But he didn't make a move to come closer.

She smiled, and climbed off the bed. "How's the baby?"

"He's fine."

"Good. How are you?" She crept closer.

"I—I'm fine…" Still he didn't move; she thought he looked rather like a deer caught in the headlights. This was not the effect she was going for.

Ginny stopped, frowning. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Believe me, nothing is the matter, it's…well, I—"

"What is it, am I not—do you not want to…?" Her eyes widened, and she put her hands on her hips. She tossed her hair slightly forward, allowing it to form a curtain around her face.

"I guess I just wasn't expecting it, that's all. You caught me a little off guard." He rifled his fingers anxiously through his fringe, making it stand up even more wildly than before. His eyes went everywhere but on her.

"Harry, in all the years we've known each other, you have never been caught off guard by the idea of a good shag. Now, tell me what's going on?"

He swallowed, and took a step closer, looking at her as though she was something precious that he wasn't allowed to touch. "You just had a baby, Gin. You just had our baby."

"Oh, so that's what that massive bump was in my stomach the past nine months, and why my breasts weigh a ton," she quipped.

"That's not what I mean."

"What do you mean, then?" She perched on the edge of the bed, and focused her gaze on him expectantly. "Is it that you don't fancy me now that I'm a mum?"

"What—no!" Harry stammered. "Of course not."

"Well, what is it then?"

"You're different now, love. Not in a bad way," he added when he saw the confused look on her face. "But still…you're not the same person. It seems almost inappropriate to want you the same way I wanted you before you got pregnant."

"There's nothing inappropriate about it, Harry. I still want you the same way I did before, perhaps even more now that it's been so bloody long…"

Harry licked his lower lip nervously, allowing his eyes to drift down in the vicinity of her breasts. "You're the mother of our child," he said.

"And I couldn't be happier about that. But I'm also still a woman." She got up and moved toward him, draping her arms around his neck. "A woman in desperate need of a good shag. Five months, Harry. It's been five months…"

"Oh god, Gin…" He groaned, and she thrilled to the feeling of his erection forming against her thigh.

"Now—" she kissed his neck, "—we have about two hours before James wakes up –" she kissed his chin, and teased his lower lip with her tongue, "—at which time my breasts will be otherwise occupied. But right now, my schedule is wide open—" she glided her tongue along his teeth, "—and my breasts, not to mention my entire body, are all yours, if you want them. So…do you?"

"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hands sliding up the curve of her waist to grip her lower back possessively.

"So take them, Potter."

"You're sure it's all right…it's been enough time?"

"We've already gone longer than we need to. It's fine. Now are you going to shag me, or not?" She grabbed his ass and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Definitely." He smirked.

"All right, then. Give me one second." She Accio'd her wand from the bedside table and while he watched hungrily, she quickly performed the Contraception spell she knew like her own hand. Then she performed one he hadn't heard her use before.

"What was that?"

"Lubrication spell. It's been awhile, and I'm a little...parched down there," she said with a wink. Then she dropped her wand on the floor. "Now, get to it," she said.

"With pleasure." His mouth landed on hers, and their lips molded together. He pushed her back toward the bed until she ran into it with the back of her legs, and then fell back with him following right on top of her. He pulled down the strap of her nightgown, taking the fabric with it, and cupped her breast in his hand, kneading and massaging the skin between his fingers as he ground his hips against her.

"Oh my god…" She groaned, partially because her breast was tender to the touch, but mostly because the feeling of his hands on her skin was like water in the desert. It was maddening, feeling the hardness of his cock through the fabric of his pajamas, rubbing against her. She wanted him inside her, almost desperately. "Here, go here." She took his hand and guided it down between her legs, to her clit. With her hand still covering his, she guided his fingers in quick circles. Waves of tingling hot numbness washed over her, and she felt as though she was falling through an endless abyss. "Yes…oh blimey...I'd forgotten just how good that feels. Keep going… " She took her hand away, and curled her fingers into his hair while he continued to massage her between her legs. He bent his head into her chest and took her left nipple between his lips while his other hand freed her right breast.

"It almost feels wrong to be taking pleasure from the place where my son gets his nourishment."

"He'll never know the difference. Just don't steal any of his food." She winked, then dropped her hands to the lower hem of his shirt, and tugged it up to his chest. He paused for a moment to pull it the rest of the way over his head, and tossed it off the bed.

"Now help me with mine," she said. Seconds later he had the nightgown off, and it joined his shirt on the floor. His eyes skimmed over her body slowly, as if recommitting it to memory. Meanwhile his hand went back to her swollen clit, and he picked up where he'd left off seconds before. Her hips moved into the pressure of his fingers as she drew closer to release.

"Ohfuckohfuckoh…fuck..YES!" Finally she came. It wasn't nearly as explosive as her pre-pregnancy orgasms, but she wasn't complaining. She was completely exhausted, yet her body tingled with exhilaration. For an instant, she worried that the noise had woken the baby, but when several seconds passed with no telltale crying, she smiled. "Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed that."

"Any time," he replied, and rolled off her, curling his half-naked frame into her side. His cock was still hard, and he moved barely perceptibly against her hip while his fingers played across the rise of her breasts.

"So you know when he's hungry," he said quietly. He touched his lips to the side of her neck.

"Pretty much." She stopped his fingers on her right breast and held them there, guiding his fingers slowly around her nipple. She smiled, feeling herself getting aroused again as he rubbed his cock against her. Even though she almost hated herself for it, she found herself wishing that James would sleep through the night, just so she could have more time with Harry.

"Have I told you how amazing you are?" Harry's cock was now rock hard and protruding well out of his pajama bottoms, nudging her urgently.

"Yes, you have." She reached down to tug at the waistband of his bottoms. "Now get back over here and tell me again."

He shimmied out of his bottoms, and then he was straddling her, his massive cock proudly on display. "You're amazing," he said, with a sexy grin.

"Well I think this – " she curled her hand around his cock and began to stroke it – "is amazing. I'm glad I can still do that to you."

"What do you mean, 'still'? You've always done that to me, Gin, and you always will." A low growl emanated from his throat as she continued to move her hands up and down his shaft, steadily increasing the frequency. He placed one hand on each of her breasts, gently massaging them in time with each stroke of her hands.

"Gods, that feels so good," she sighed, and then went on. "It's just that having a baby has left me with a bit of excess baggage. My body's not quite as compact as it was before."

"Your body is beautiful. If anything, it's even more beautiful now, because of what it can do. Oh fuck...oh Gin, oh yes...Bloody hell this is so much better than wanking in the shower..." he clenched his jaw. "Yes...more, don't stop..."

She smiled. "You've been wanking in the shower?"

"Well, haven't you noticed that my showers have been getting a bit...longer over the past few months?" He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow, then once again arched his head back and moaned. "Oh yes..."

"So even though I've been walking around in baggy clothes and looking like an Inferi, you've been wanking in the shower because of it."

"Not because of that, but because you're bloody sexy."

"Sexy?"

"You carried my baby for nine months, and went through a hell of a lot to bring him into the world. To me, that's sexy."

"Wow, good answer. Now here's a question, would you like to be inside my body right now?" she purred. But before he could answer, she guided the tip of his cock toward her cunt; he was dripping with need, his jaw clenched so tightly she could clearly see the muscles in his neck. Spreading her legs a little wider, she eased him between her folds. He was cautious at first; he moved his hips forward a little, manipulating his weight so as little of him as possible was leaning directly on her.

"Oh my god..." It was better than she remembered, the feeling of him filling her up. She clenched around his cock eagerly, closing her legs to keep him inside her. "Go easy, but don't stop," she said. "Whatever you do. Don't. Stop."

"Nothing on this earth could make me stop." Moments after the words left his lips came the unmistakable sound of their son crying in the next room. Immediately, Harry's erection wilted inside Ginny, and her breasts began to leak. Harry eased out of her, and dropped to her side. Ginny allowed herself a flash of disappointment, then immediately pushed it away.

"Go to sleep," she said quietly, as she looked for her robe. His hand reached for hers as she got up, and he squeezed her fingers. Her heart gave a little leap.

"I'll wait for you," he insisted.

"You don't have to. It'll be awhile."

"I want to."

Ginny smiled. But when she returned to bed nearly an hour later he was dead asleep, just as she'd predicted he would be. Shedding her robe, she slipped into bed next to him and fell asleep with her head on his chest.