FIC: Snow Falls! (Harry/Ginny)
To: fate_of_gabriel
From: Your Secret Santa

Title: Snow Falls!
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: A walk in the snowy woods leads to an unusual problem for Harry and Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Author's notes: Pretty much PWP, I managed to work in both a song and snow, though.


Harry and Ginny were walking in the woods near the Burrow. The ground was covered with a few inches of freshly-fallen snow, the air was crisp and clean. The smell of the fire in the hearth at the Burrow reached them even here although the house itself was no longer visible.

It was quiet and peaceful as they entered the small clearing, surround by bare, dark trees with piles of snow in the crooks of their branches. The snow was deeper here, without the branches to catch it.

Harry pulled Ginny to him, leaned over and planted a warm, wet kiss on her lush, pouting lips, his tongue softly, but firmly, invading her mouth and eliciting small moans and sighs of pleasure from her. The steam from their breath poured from their noses and the sides of their mouths as Harry held her tightly and deepened and lengthened this kiss until Ginny finally pushed him away and giggled.

“Just what is on that sex-obsessed mind of yours, Harry Potter?” she grinned, her lips still tingling from the touch of his.

“I’m shocked!” he said with feigned indignation. “I can’t kiss my beautiful, incredibly sexy wife in the woods simply because she’s beautiful and incredibly sexy? Do I have to have an ulterior motive?”

“You always do,” she snorted. “James and Albus are both napping back at the Burrow. When was the last time we had an opportunity like this?”

“If you went back to the Burrow with frostbite on that cute, tight, sweet little ass of yours, luv,” Harry smirked, “it would raise endless questions with your parents and subject you to the wit, and halfwit, of all five of your brothers.”

“Well, we’ll just have to be ‘creative,’ won’t we, Mr. Potter,” she smiled, pulling him down for another long, lingering kiss.

Coming up for air once again, Harry grinned happily and suggested, “How about Transfiguring your jeans into a skirt and vanishing your knickers?”

“Well, that’s fine for you,” she pouted. “You get a nice, warm place for your...your thing, while I get to freeze my fanny off.”

Harry wrapped her in his voluminous winter cloak and backed her into a convenient tree at the base of a small, steep hillock.

“Would I let anything like that happen to my favorite shag?”

“Oh,” she grinned, “and just who are all these other shags who aren’t your favorite, hmm?”

Harry seized her lips with his once more, unbuttoned her winter jacket and worked his hand inside her flannel shirt. He found the front clasp of her lacy bra and was soon fondling the soft, firm mounds of her fabulous breasts.

“You...you’re not playing fair, Harry,” she moaned into his mouth as her body began to react to his sensual touch.

“Fair doesn’t enter into it when I’m horny, Gin, you know that,” he growled as his tongue continued to ravish her mouth.

“You’re always horny,” she sniped.

“First I’ve heard you complain, you lascivious wench,” he teased, dropping his mouth to suck on the soft, tender flesh of her neck as his fingers continued to tease her nipples to diamond hardness.

Ginny finally pulled out her wand, muttered the spells and her jeans were now a short skirt barely covering her naked crotch and ass. Her soft, pale skin immediately blossomed with goose bumps despite Harry’s cloak retaining much of their body heat inside it.

“It’s cold, Harry,” she said with a shiver. “I...I need to be warmed up, and quick!”

Harry reluctantly withdrew his hand from her breasts, undid his belt, and lowered his trousers and y-fronts far enough to allow his large, hard erection to pop free.

Ginny smiled and stroked it, giggling as he gasped, “Your hands are freezing, Gin! It’s gonna deflate if you’re not careful!”

“Well, you’d best find a nice tight, warm place for it snuggle into, hadn’t you?” she smirked.

Harry put both hands under the firm, freckled, pale cheeks of her shapely rear end and lifted his petite wife up, and bracing her back against the tree slid himself into her slick, hot cunt with one long, easy stroke. Her strong, shapely legs immediately wrapped around his waist as her arms went around his neck.

“God, Ginny!” he cried. “So hot, so wet, so tight!”

“Harry!” she murmured back. “So big, so long, so hard!”

These were their words of appreciation for each other’s wonderful sexual endowments which they uttered every time they made love. Ginny inhaled with pleasure as Harry’s cock began its insistent in and out, filling and stretching her most erotically.

Harry and Ginny simply reveled in sex. Before the children came, they had often made love two, three and even four times a day when they could. Their friends and relatives would poke fun at them but they would merely smirk and reply that they were all just jealous of their virility, stamina and endurance.

However, once parenthood came along, they found themselves with much less time, opportunity and energy to indulge their baser lusts. Knowing their sons were safely asleep with Ginny’s folks watching them was a godsend that they intended to take full advantage of.

“I can’t believe you’re still so tight after two kids, Gin,” Harry panted as he slid in and out of her with increasing speed and force.

“Hermione taught me this great potion,” she moaned. “Oh, God, Harry! More! Harder!”

Harry happily complied, thrusting himself deep into her hot, wet depths, pounding himself onto her pussy, stroking her center of pleasure with practiced precision.

Ginny was starting to pant and moan with growing urgency. Harry had never failed to give her at least one orgasm every time they made love, even including their very first time, which many of her girlfriends said was unusual. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t care either. She simply adored the feeling of Harry’s long, stiff shaft splitting her tenderest flesh and making her body shiver and tingle with erotic delight.

“Harder, Harry, God, please! Harder!”

Harry complied happily, burying himself to the hilt in her amazing tightness. Before they moved in together after Ginny’s seventh year was done, Harry had been seriously propositioned by numerous, very attractive witches, both friends and strangers, but other than some snogging and fondling, he never succumbed to any of their advances. Some of his male friends had razzed him a bit about never having had any sexual partner other than Ginny, saying things like, “How do you know who’s best if you don’t sample the lot?”

Harry would merely smile and reply, “If anyone was better, I’d have died from pleasure. I’d much rather live a long life with ‘number two,’ and shag myself to a ripe, old age.”

Ginny removed an arm from around his neck and worked a hand down between where their bodies were joined. She found the hard nub of her clit and worked it in rhythm with Harry’s thrusts. Harry worked one of his hands between her legs and stroked the sensitive skin of her perineum. He gathered some of her warm, slick essence on his fingers and stroked them around the tight ring of muscles that formed her nether entrance, then suddenly thrust one inside her a little ways.

That was all Ginny needed to send her spiraling over the edge into orgasmic release. Her muscles, front and rear, tightened around her husband and lover’s probing appendages as she gave vent to her passion with a high-pitched yell that echoed around the woods.

Harry ginned at her vocal appreciation of his lovemaking. The first time she had screamed like this, he had stopped pumping into her, fearing that he’d hurt her somehow. Ginny immediately grabbed is ass in her hands and pushed him in back into her, assuring him with groaning pleasure, “It’s wonderful, Harry! Amazing! Brilliant! More! Fuck me more!”

Her vocal appreciation of their sex was another reason their sex life had been less active of late. If they silenced their bedroom door, they might fall asleep and not hear one of the boys if he awoke during the night. If they didn’t silence it, Ginny’s squeals of pleasure usually woke one of them up and quickly spoiled the mood.

“So. Hot! So. Tight! I. Love. You! Ginny!!” Harry yelled himself, emphasizing each word with harder and deeper thrusts into her.

“Fill me, Harry! Fill ME! Come! God, come in me!” she squealed, wanting to feel his love fill her with its warmth and most pleasurable moistness.

Harry thrust a few more times then shouted at his own release, spilling himself into her depths and screaming, “Ginny! Gods! Ginny!”

“HARREEEE!” she keened once more as she came again, squeezing Harry’s cock hard inside her, her voice rapidly rising a couple of octaves as his essence literally rocketed into her.

However, Harry’s final, few forceful thrusts, combined with Ginny’s almost ethereal scream proved to be too much for the wintry serenity of the snow trapped in the branches of the tree which they had been using for support, as well as the snowbank gathered on the rather steep hillock behind it.

Harry and Ginny were kissing passionately, his cock still slowly moving in and out of her still quivering, spasming cunt, when he backed off the kiss and asked, “What’s...what’s shaking?”

Ginny grinned and sighed, “It’s just the earth moving, Harry! God, did it ever move for me!”

The next moment they were inundated by the small avalanche careening down the slope as well as rained upon by large globs of snow falling from the branches of the tree.

After a few stunned moments, they found themselves buried to their necks in snow, flakes swirling around their heads as the mound settled around them.

“Can you reach your wand, Gin?” Harry asked unable to move his arms.

“No,” she shivered, “can’t you?”

At that moment, as they wondered what on earth to do, a pair of voices - one a rich baritone, the other a sweet soprano - echoed nearby with the words, “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! Oh, the weather outside is...”

Then, who should appear in the clearing but Ginny’s brother, George, and his long-time, live-in girlfriend, Katie Bell.

“Ah,” smirked George to his giggling companion, “I thought that was Ginny’s ‘scream of passion!’ I’ve heard enough before, God help me. Enjoying your walk, you two?” he asked, obviously working hard at containing his laughter.

“Very funny, George,” Ginny snapped. “Kindly get us out of here, or I’ll give you the Bat Bogey of all Bat Bogeys once I’m free!”

“But, you can’t get free, can you?” he said, finally bursting out with laughter as Katie laughed out loud as well.

“Once you’ve had your laughs,” Harry growled, “do you think you can free us before we both get hypothermia? You know, George, we’ve made YOU guardian of James and Albus, so if anything happens to us...”

George, still laughing heartily, drew his wand and rapidly melted the pile of snow encasing his sister and brother-in-law while Katie cast a warming spell on them as their bodies were exposed.

“Umm, George, Katie,” blushed Harry, “can you two turn your backs now?”

“Why, Harry?” giggled Katie. “It’s not like the four of us haven’t seen each other naked before.”

That was quite true. Bill and Fleur hosted two or three parties at Shell Cottage each summer and all his brothers and their wives and girlfriends, as well as other select couples, always enjoyed skinny dipping and sunbathing au naturel. Even Hermione joined in, much to Ron’s displeasure, although he was the most blatantly obvious in ogling the other gorgeous witches in their naked splendor. Fleur, of course, enjoyed teasing all of her brothers-in-law, shamelessly flaunting her incredibly sensuous, Veela body, even hugging them tightly on occasion, much to Bill’s amusement and the other women’s annoyance. Her sister, Gabrielle, who was even more beautiful and flagrant, often not-too-subtly rubbed her amazing, white-blond pussy up and down the leg of her totally embarrassed husband, Neville Longbottom, all the while murmuring sweet nothings to him in French.

“We’re, umm, well, we’re actually still...” Ginny mumbled, her face turning as red as her hair.

“Oh,” grinned George. “Yeah, don’t want to see that! After all, actually seeing my sister DOING IT might be so traumatic I won’t be able to please my randy, insatiable Katie here.”

“Very funny, George,” Ginny moped. “The Bat Bogey threat still stands, you know. Please?”

George and Katie turned their backs, still chortling merrily as Harry and Ginny shook off the rest of the snow and quickly made themselves presentable.

“There won’t be any need to tell anyone else about this, will there, George?” Ginny said, glaring at her still snickering brother.

“That all depends on what’s in it for me, doesn’t it?” he smirked.

She pulled her wand, threatening, “I can make bats come out of OTHER places than just your nose, George!”

Harry pushed Ginny’s arm down, finally smiling and saying, “Oh, Gin, it’s not as if everyone back at the house didn’t know what we’d probably get up to on our ‘walk.’ Why were you two out here, though?”

“Well,” blushed Katie, “we were probably going to do the same thing - it’s just too crowded at the Burrow to...to shag anywhere, not with the whole family there. However,” she grinned, “seeing the results of you two’s indiscretion makes me want to get back to the shop as soon as possible, George.” She gave her lover a look of total lust and longing.

“How about an endorsement of the latest Weasley Wizarding Wheezes product, Harry?” George asked, still sniggering. “You know, in appreciation of our rescue and, umm, discretion?”

“I’m a Ministry employee, George,” Harry reminded him. “It’s not ethical.”

“I want an endorsement from Harry Potter, my randy brother-in-law, not Harry Potter, the Head of the Auror Corps. Besides, imagine what a story like this could do to your reputation,” he smirked.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Harry conceded with a laugh, “you unprincipled bastard. In return, though, I want you and Katie to set a date. I’m tired of my brother-in-law and one of my favorite witches ‘living in sin.’ Especially with two kids.”

George and Katie were not the least bit abashed. “Ah, Harry,” George ginned widely, “as you and Ginny know, ‘sinful’ is the only way to live, isn’t it?”