Lord Potter and His Redheads

A/N: Warning: Harry/Molly ahead, also Harry/Ginny. This is a super weird oneshot that popped into my head. I don't know how I came up with this, or why I wanted to write it so badly, but I did. I know many of you won't like the pairing, but this is one of those stories I write for myself, for the sake of getting it out of my head, more than anything else. The comments on this one should be fun to read, lol. Take care, everyone. Normal stories will resume shortly.

Lord Potter and His Redheads

Ottery St. Catchpole, England, 1843.

Molly Weasley scrubbed down the kitchen table as a group of rowdy wizards left the Burrow. They drunkenly stumbled through the front door and meandered back toward the village, swaying and singing loudly. Sighing, she collected the three copper coins they’d left as a tip and tucked them into her pocket before clearing the plates and goblets with a wave of her wand. Ginny appeared from around the corner as they floated to the sink, where a worn, animated brush scrubbed them clean.

“Are they gone?” she asked.

“They’re gone,” Molly confirmed.

“Thank Merlin,” Ginny said.

Sighing in relief, she animated the broom to sweep up the crumbs, levitating the chairs out of the way as necessary.

“They’re not the best lot, but they’re regular customers,” Molly reminded her. “We should be grateful.”

“I know,” Ginny sighed. “At least they didn’t spend the night this time.”

“I wish they had,” Molly said, sweeping a lock of red hair from her eyes. “We need the money.”

“They cause more damage than we make from them,” Ginny replied. “Last time, one of them wet the bed, remember?”

“I remember,” Molly said. “I remember you refused to help me clean it up.”

Ginny wrinkled her nose and opened her mouth to reply when there was a knock at the door.

“They better not be back,” Ginny grumbled.

“I’ll go see who it is,” Molly said, wiping her hands on her worn, stained apron. “Gregory probably just forgot his shoe again. You finish cleaning this up.”

Rolling her eyes, Ginny turned to the sink as Molly passed through the living room and approached the front door. She pulled it open, expecting to find one of her drunken regulars on the other side, but instead found herself staring up at the face of a tall, handsome young man. His most distinguishing features were his bright green eyes and wild black hair.

“Lord Potter,” she gasped softly, running a hand through her disheveled hair and over her clothes in a vain attempt to make herself look more presentable.

“Good evening, madame,” he smiled, glancing over her shoulder curiously. “I apologize for disturbing you, but some of the villagers told me you run an inn.”

He turned his head to the side and looked at the exterior of the large, ramshackle home that appeared to be supported entirely by hope and magic.

“Oh, yes. We do,” Molly said quickly. “Please, do come in.”

Smiling bemusedly, Harry picked up his luggage and stepped inside as she closed the door behind him.

“Seems an odd sort of place to run an inn,” he said, though not unkindly.

“Originally, this was my home,” Molly told him. “After my husband and sons were killed in the Goblin rebellion, I desperately needed an income, so we converted it into an inn.”

Harry’s smile fell, and he bowed his head respectfully.

“My condolences,” he said.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, my lord,” Molly said, smiling reassuringly. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Please,” Harry said, following her into the kitchen. “And you may call me Harry.”

“I’m Molly Weasley,” she said, offering him a chair. “And this is Ginny.”

Ginny turned from the sink, and her eyes bulged in disbelief when she spotted Lord Potter. He looked over and smiled handsomely, eyeing her with a hint of interest gleaming in his eyes that caused Ginny’s face to turn bright red. A moment later, Molly returned with a goblet of mead, and he looked away.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip.

“You’re welcome,” Molly smiled. “How may we be of service to you, Lord Potter?”

“My father’s asked me to set up a Thestral ranch just down the road. I expect to need a room for at least a week, as well as meals,” he paused and glanced over at Ginny. “And perhaps the company of a beautiful woman. If you’re amenable, of course.”

As he turned back to Molly, Ginny caught her eye and gave her a look that clearly said there would be hell to pay if she refused. It was a request she’d strictly refused in the past, but if Ginny was agreeable, there was little she could do to stop her from crawling into his bed regardless.

“That can be arranged,” Molly said, wiping her sweaty palms nervously on the front of her apron.

“Excellent,” Harry smiled. “And the price?”

“For everything?” she asked, thinking quickly. “Shall we say, five Galleons?”

He nodded, reached into his pocket, and set a small stack of gold coins on the table.

“There’s six,” he said, “in case of any unforeseen expenses. If I go over that, let me know.”

“Of course, my lord,” Molly said.

With shaking hands, she collected the coins and stowed them securely in her pocket. That much alone was more than she normally made in a month.

“And I hope it’s not too late to get something to eat,” Harry added.

“Not at all,” she said quickly. “I’ll whip you up a quick stew.”

Walking to the counter, she gathered vegetables and pulled a slab of leftover beef from the cupboard.

“Ginny, dear, why don’t you go attend to Lord Potter while I finish this,” Molly said.

Still flushed, Ginny wiped her hands, straightened her hair, and approached him with a seductive sway of her hips. In the reflection of the kitchen window, Molly watched as Lord Potter wasted little time in pulling her into his lap. Placing his lips close to her ear, he whispered something that caused Ginny to laugh girlishly.

Molly smiled to herself as she set about cutting the vegetables and heating the broth. It was wishful thinking, but she hoped that Lord Potter took a serious interest in Ginny. In all likelihood, they would never meet again after he left, but that didn’t stop her from dreaming of a better life.

As the cubed beef hopped into the boiling pot, she glanced at the kitchen window and barely withheld an audible gasp. In the window, she could see Ginny on her knees with Lord Potter’s intimidating manhood gripped in her slender hand. Even if she had added her other hand, there would still be room left over on his impressive length. Staring up at him with a hooded, smoky gaze, Ginny parted her lips and took him inside. Lord Potter groaned pleasurably in his seat, and Molly could see Ginny’s pink tongue appear in the corner of her lips momentarily as she swirled it around his swollen glans.

Lord Potter ran a hand through her long red hair and tucked several loose strands behind her ear. His hand continued back, cupping the back of her head and gently urging her forward. Ginny responded eagerly, her plump lips stretching wide as they descended down his shaft. Just past the halfway point, she gagged audibly. Quickly, she pulled back to the tip and kissed it affectionately before she began moving her hand and mouth up and down in tandem.

Molly turned away from the window and back to the stove, her cheeks flushed. When she had told Ginny to attend to Lord Potter, that wasn’t what she had in mind. She moved things around unnecessarily, clanking pots and pans to try and drown out the wet smacks and deep groans coming from behind her. It didn’t work, but she tried to ignore it as best she could until the sound of a chair scraping across the wooden floor caused her to look over her shoulder.

Lord Potter stood with Ginny in his arms and sat her on the table. Grabbing the front of her blouse, he impatiently tugged the neck down under her small, pert breasts. The sleeves fell down her arms, exposing most of her pale, freckled chest. Lord Potter leaned forward and devoured her small, bright pink nipple. Ginny moaned, her hands curling in his hair while his worked under her skirt and grabbed her knickers.

With a swift yank, he pulled them down to her ankle and over her shoes before casting them over his shoulder. Ginny laid back on the table and spread her legs wide as he bunched her dress up around her waist. One of Lord Potter’s hands gripped her shoulder, his thumb resting lightly on the column of her throat, while the other lined him up with her entrance. With a grunt and a vicious thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Ginny gasped, her back arched, and let out an ecstatic cry.

Molly spun around to face the stove and stirred the simmering pot as the rhythmic sound of the table legs scraping along the floor filled the small kitchen. Ginny cried out again, and Molly couldn’t stop her eyes from moving to the window.

Lord Potter took her hard and fast. Ginny’s perky breasts bobbled back and forth from the unrelenting force of his thrusts. With every cry, her back arched, thrusting them into the air. Lord Potter took that as an invitation and gripped one firmly, rolling the hard, pink nipple between his fingers. Ginny moaned her approval loudly and fixed him with a lustful stare that only spurred him to move harder and faster.

Molly stood, transfixed, as she watched the animalistic rutting taking place on her kitchen table through the reflection in the window until the pot began to boil over. Forced to turn away, she stirred the pot and removed it from the heat. Behind her, Ginny cried out, Lord Potter grunted, and the room fell silent.

With a shaking hand, she used a ladle to fill a bowl. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned around. Lord Potter sat in his chair, fully dressed and relaxed, while Ginny sat sideways in his lap. She leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes hooded with satisfaction. Her dress was back in place, but her breasts remained exposed, allowing Lord Potter’s hand to wrap around her body and grope them at his leisure.

“Here you are, Lord Potter,” Molly said, setting the bowl and a spoon in front of him.

“Thank you, Molly,” he said.

He continued to explore Ginny’s soft, pale skin with one hand while eating with the other. Ginny responded by lifting her chin and peppering his neck with soft kisses while Molly bustled about the kitchen, cleaning up for the night. It was several minutes later that Lord Potter finished his stew and sat back with a satisfied sigh.

“That was a wonderful meal, Molly,” he said.

Molly smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Lord Potter.”

He gently lifted Ginny from his lap and stood as she walked over to the table and grabbed his empty bowl.

“Unfortunately, I’m still hungry,” he said.

Molly spun around to find Lord Potter standing surprisingly close.

“Could I offer you another bowl?” she asked.

“I was thinking of something else. Perhaps dessert?” he smirked, moving closer and trapping her between him and the table. “Tell me, Molly, what would it take to have two beautiful women in my bed this evening?”

Molly stammered and blushed, too shocked to give a coherent reply. She never would have expected such a handsome, powerful young man to express any interest in her, especially when he already had the attention of someone much younger and fitter than she. Where Ginny was thin and lean, Molly was short and curvy.

But then she followed his eyes and realized what had drawn his attention.

The red bustier she wore presented her large breasts in a very favorable light. She’d originally bought it hoping to entice some extra tips from her regulars. It hadn’t worked, but she liked how it made her look, and apparently, Lord Potter liked it as well.

“Lord Potter, I-I’m flattered-”

She broke off when he suddenly produced a golden Galleon from his pocket. Slowly, deliberately, he slotted it vertically between her bulging breasts. His finger trailed down her long line of cleavage, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You tell me how much is enough,” he said huskily.

He produced another coin and then another, fitting each between her breasts. With each one, his fingers teased her soft skin, causing Molly to let out a shuddering breath. He managed to fit six gold coins in her cleavage before he ran out of room. Lord Potter trailed his along the edge of her bustier and then down over the laces that held it together. A wandless, wordless Charm severed them one by one until her full, heavy breasts burst free, and the coins clattered to the ground.

Molly blushed as he stared hungrily at her chest. Her thick, reddish-brown nipples hardened under his gaze. Before she could get a single word out, Lord Potter pulled a small leather coin purse from his pocket and upended it over her chest. Gold coins rained onto her breasts. Some got caught in the folds of her clothes, but most clattered onto the floor. There must have been nearly a hundred coins in that bag, and Molly nearly hyperventilated not only at the thought of having so much gold but at the thought that such a handsome young man would be willing to spend it on her.

“You-you can anything you’d like, my lord,” she stammered softly.

Lord Potter smiled lasciviously and cupped her breasts. Hefting them, he buried her face between her breasts and eagerly kissed her soft mounds. Molly moaned softly, her fingers combing through his hair as he turned and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the pleasurable sensation of a man’s touch after so long. The entire world around her drifted away as Lord Potter indulged himself in her body. She hissed pleasurably when his teeth grazed her sensitive nub before he gave it a soft kiss and switched to the other one.

Eventually, Lord Potter straightened up and kissed her on the lips. Molly moaned in surprise but quickly melted into his embrace. As his tongue brushed her lips, his hands trailed down her back and grabbed two handfuls of her thick bum. He manhandled her, pulling her flush against his muscular chest while his excitement dug persistently into her thigh. Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her breathless, and spun her around.

It was at that moment Molly was forcibly reminded of where she was.

Ginny sat in one of the kitchen chairs, eyes wide and face flushed. One hand was on her breast, while the other was buried under her dress. Molly blushed from a strange combination of embarrassment and arousal as Lord Potter bent her over the table and dragged her skirt up over her hips. Grabbing the waistband of her knickers, he yanked them down to her ankles, baring her damp excitement. She took a shuddering breath as she heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone.

Closing her eyes, she waited with bated breath. She expected the same treatment that Ginny had received, a sharp thrust into her sopping core. Instead, Lord Potter gently laid his hands on her bum and slowly caressed her wide, round globes.

“Marvelous,” he murmured.

Molly squealed and jolted when he gave her left cheek a sharp smack. She blushed fiercely as he spread her open, and something thick, hard, and hot was placed against her weeping entrance. Two moans sounded through the room as he slowly eased into her depths. One was from Molly, and the other was from Ginny, who slouched in her chair, her fingers moving roughly as she watched with an open mouth and a hooded, lustful gaze. Molly closed her eyes as her neglected body stretched to fit Lord Potter’s impressive manhood. A part of her, long dormant, reawakened with a long, guttural moan.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered as he reached his full depth.

Lord Potter leaned against her back and peppered the left side of her neck and shoulder with light kisses while his hands caressed her hanging breasts. Slowly, he began to rock his hips, pulling back slightly farther with each stroke. Molly whimpered as long-forgotten feelings rushed through her body. His thick, hard length touched places even her late husband had never reached, and it stoked the fire growing in her loins into an inferno. A low, wanton moan escaped her lips as she planted her hands on the table and thrust back against him.

Lord Potter growled in response. Straightening up, his right hand gripped her shoulder and drew his hips back. With a savage thrust, he buried himself in her depths, his hips clapping loudly against her bum. Molly cried out, her legs trembling as he nudged a particularly sensitive part of her core. He drew back and thrust again while pulling her back by the shoulders, hitting the same spot again and sending her spiraling higher. Her body jolted from the impact of his hips, straining her arms.

Each new thrust was deliberate and perfectly timed – spaced just far enough apart for her to suck in a quick breath before it was pounded out of her. Molly’s pleasure climbed higher and higher, the fire in her core burning hotter until, finally, it burst and spread throughout her body. With a gasp and a soundless scream, she stiffened. Lord Potter continued relentlessly as she slowly regained enough control of her body to suck in a much-needed breath and expel it in a guttural moan. Every new thrust sent her rushing back toward her peak, leaving her floating in a cloudy haze of never-ending bliss.

Lord Potter increased his pace, causing her vision to turn white. For a moment, she feared she might pass out before he suddenly stopped and another burst of heat. Her throbbed inside of her as her arms finally gave out, and she collapsed onto the table. Ginny cried out in climax, but Molly was too exhausted and overwhelmed to open her eyes. She panted for breath as Lord Potter leaned against her back and laid a trail of kisses from her cheek to the end of her shoulder.

She had no idea how long they all paused to catch their breath, but eventually, Lord Potter freed himself from her depths and tucked himself away.

“Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom,” he said, caressing her backside.

“Of course,” Molly replied.

With effort, she pushed herself up from the table and fixed her knickers. As she straightened up, Ginny squealed and giggled as Lord Potter picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Smiling, Molly led him upstairs to the bedroom he would be using.

The next morning, she woke up feeling tired and sore but more contented than she had in years. She was happy to lie in bed for an extra hour, but then her pillow moved, and her eyes shot wide open. She found herself staring down at the bare torso of a very fit man, her head resting on her chest, as memories of the night before came back to her.

Lord Potter had been insatiable. He’d taken her and Ginny once more each and brought them much pleasure in between before finally exhausting himself. Turning her head, Molly spotted Ginny sleeping soundly on his other shoulder before her eyes reached Lord Potter’s handsome face. A wave of embarrassment and arousal washed over her as she remembered the things they’d done.

Carefully, Molly eased herself out of bed, goosebumps appearing on her naked flesh from the cool morning air, and quietly padded her way across the hall to the bathroom. There, she filled the tub with steaming hot water and sank into its depths with a relaxed sigh. The dull ache in her muscles eased, but it did nothing to erase the pleasant soreness in her core, a constant reminder of the pleasures and debauchery she’d enjoyed last night. It had been years since she’d experienced anything like it.

As she washed herself with a cloth and spotted the love bites along the inside of her breasts, Molly smiled and decided to simply enjoy the moment. No sooner had she made that decision than she heard the mattress begin to squeak rhythmically across the hall.

“Oh, Merlin, yes!” Ginny shouted.

Climbing out of the tub and quickly drying herself off, Molly wrapped the towel around her body and quietly crept back into her bedroom. Lord Potter had Ginny’s lithe body folded in half, her small, bare feet dangling on either side of his head as he pounded her into the mattress. Ginny cried out enthusiastically, her long nails digging into the skin of his back. Molly indulged herself for a moment, watching his powerful muscles flex with each demanding thurst, before grabbing a simple gown from the open wardrobe and making her way back to the bathroom.

The sound of their coupling continued as she dressed, made her way downstairs, and began making breakfast. The noise eventually ceased, and as she plated the eggs, sausage, and toast, she heard footsteps descending the stairs. Lord Potter appeared alone, dressed in his immaculate black robes.

“Good morning, Lord Potter,” Molly smiled as she placed the plate on the dining room table.

“Good morning, Molly.”

Rather than sit at the table, Lord Potter stepped behind as she stood at the sink and wrapped his arms around her. She melted into his embrace as he kissed her next and fondled her breasts through her thin robe. For a moment, she wondered if he would simply take her there at the counter, but then he stepped away and dug into his meal.

“I don’t think I’ll be back for lunch today,” he said between bites. “I expect to spend most of the afternoon at the ranch. I’ll be back for dinner, though, and I expect to be quite hungry.”

His gaze wandered meaningfully over her body, and Molly felt her cheeks flush.

“Then Ginny and I will eagerly await your return,” Molly said, smiling as she refilled his pumpkin juice.

Harry grinned wolfishly, eyeing her like a predator would its prey, and then finished his breakfast quickly. When he was done, he stood and grabbed his cloak from the hook next to the door.

“Do me a favor while I’m gone,” he said, donning his cloak. “Take Ginny into town and get both of you some new clothes. Beautiful women such as you should be dressed beautifully.”

Molly blushed lightly. It had been many years since they’d been able to afford anything new, and all of the clothes she and Ginny owned were old, frayed, and stained.

“Of course, my lord,” she replied.

Lord Potter smiled, cupped her chin, and pulled her in for a brief, searing kiss. He left her breathless and flushed as he pulled back, flashed her a roguish, lopsided grin, and disappeared through the door.

~

“I can’t believe the Lord Potter is staying with us for a full week,” Ginny smiled, twirling happily as they walked down the dirt road to the village. “I wonder if I can convince him to marry me. Could you imagine it?”

“That would be something,” Molly said, smiling at the dreamy look on the young woman’s face. “But don’t get your hopes up, dear.”

“You know, if I were to get pregnant…,”

Molly smacked her arm lightly.

“Don’t joke about such things,” she reprimanded. “The Ministry could haul you in for line theft, and then where would we be?”

Ginny sighed, “I know. I was only joking,” she said. “I’ll just have to show him I can be a good wife. We should get him a nice, big steak for dinner with a baked potato.”

“That’s a good idea,” Molly smiled. “The best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“And his cock,” Ginny giggled. “Merlin, I won’t ever object if that man wants to be satisfied. Can you believe how big he is?”

“He’s certainly blessed,” Molly acknowledged as they arrived in front of the clothing shop. “Now, let’s go pick out a couple of outfits to please our lord.”

Molly smiled, and Ginny laughed girlishly as they stepped inside.

Hours later, they stood in the kitchen wearing their new outfits as they prepared dinner. Molly hadn’t felt this attractive since her Hogwarts days. Her corset enhanced her thin waist, giving her an hourglass figure that turned more than a few heads when she wore it out of the shop. She expected to have a few more regulars visiting the inn once Lord Potter left, and she removed the ‘No Vacancy’ sign from the door – there was no sense in having her normally gormless guests bothering him while he was staying.

Ginny’s bustier did little to enhance her modest bust, but the outrageously tight leggings she’d paired it with showed off her beautiful legs. Molly wasn’t too enthused about her purchase since she would never wear such a thing in public or even around other customers, but they could afford it, and if she could capture Lord Potter’s heart, then it was well worth the price.

As the potatoes baked in the oven, their guest returned. Lord Potter hung his cloak up next to the door, his face tired and worn, but he lit up with a smile when he spotted them.

“You look wonderful, ladies,” he said. “And it smells wonderful, too.”

“Ginny thought you’d like a nice steak after a long day at work,” Molly said.

“That sounds lovely,” Lord Potter smiled.

Taking a seat at the table, he sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. Ginny abandoned the pudding she was making and rushed to his side.

“Rough day, my lord?” she asked, rubbing his shoulders.

He gave a humorless laugh.

“Two of the three workers my father sent can’t even see Thestrals,” he groused. “Bloody useless. I had to rush to Hogsmeade to hire some locals before we could unload them into the pen.”

Ginny frowned sympathetically and walked around the chair to stand in front of him. As he looked up at her curiously, she dropped to her knees and reached for his belt. Molly smiled and shook her head as she took over preparing dinner.

“Oh, Ginny. You’re an angel,” Lord Potter groaned.

Molly glanced at the window. It wasn’t yet dark enough out for there to be as good of a reflection as there’d been the night before, but she could still make out the lithe redhead bobbing eagerly on his turgid length. Lord Potter sat back and stroked her hair as she worked him enthusiastically. She couldn’t hear much over the sound of the sizzling steaks, but she did hear him groan when he released the day’s stress into her willing mouth.

Ginny returned to the counter a moment later, her cheeks flushed. Just in time to help her plate the food and carry it to the table. Molly beamed with pride as Lord Potter dug into his meal ravenously.

“Lord Potter, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you plan to do with a ranch full of Thestrals?” Ginny asked curiously.

“My father wants to sell horseless carriages,” he answered. “Says it’s cheaper than casting enchantments. A fool’s errand if you ask me. Only the rich can afford them, and most prefer to use the Floo. Hogwarts is the only place that’s shown real interest.”

“What will you do if you can’t sell them?” she asked.

“Release them into the Forbidden Forest, I imagine,” Lord Potter replied with a shrug.

“Can’t you just re-sell them?” Molly asked.

“My family doesn’t usually deal in magical creatures,” he said. “It would cost us more than their worth to feed them while we look for a buyer. Best to just be rid of them if my father’s venture fails. It’s a pity. They’re very docile creatures. Scary-looking, but very friendly.”

They continued the idle discussion as they dug into their pudding. When is was gone and only empty plates remained, Lord Potter sat back with a satisfied sigh and patted his belly.

“A spectacular meal, ladies,” he said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Lord Potter,” Molly smiled.

As she gathered the plates, Ginny bent over directly in front of Lord Potter, deliberately presenting the back of her tight leggings. He tilted his head to the side and smiled, admiring the view for a moment before he stood, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around. Tossing Ginny over his shoulder, he gave her backside a swift spank, drawing a squeal from her lips, and carried her into the living room.

Molly listened to the sounds of clothes rustling and smacking lips as she finished clearing the table and animating the dishes to wash themselves.

“Oh, Merlin!” Ginny gasped. “Harder!”

Smiling and shaking her head, Molly dried her hands and made her way to the living room. She followed the trail of clothes to the couch and gasped softly at what she saw. They were both completely naked. Ginny’s hips were pinned to the arm of the sofa; her back arched as Lord Potter fisted her hair with both hands and pummeled her from behind. Her pert breasts bounced vigorously to the beat of his hips against her round bottom, the pink nipples a blur from his rapid, savage thrusts. A wordless, animalistic groan left Ginny’s parted lips as her face scrunched up in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Suddenly, she screamed, the sound loud enough to carry all the way down to the village. Her legs trembled uncontrollably and would have given out entirely if not for the sofa. Gasping for breath, eyes wide, she reached back for Lord Potter’s hips, whether asking him to stop or simply for something to hang on to, Molly wasn’t sure. In either case, he continued ravaging her lithe body unabated.

The sound of wet smacking filled the room as Ginny’s entire body went limp, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Lord Potter released her hair, allowing her body to flop bonelessly onto the seat of the sofa as he grabbed her hips, thrusting harder, faster, and even more brutally. With a roar, he pinned his hips to her bum, his muscles straining as he flooded her depths. Panting heavily, he collapsed over her back and kissed her shoulders while Ginny let out a low groan.

Lord Potter straightened up a moment later, took a deep breath, and gave her upturned bottom a light, playful swat as he withdrew. His limp, swollen member dangled impressively, glistening wetly.

“Merlin, I needed that,” he smiled, caressing her pale bum and thighs. “I’ll go draw us a bath.”

Watching him climb the stairs, Molly walked over to the sofa and knelt down next to Ginny. Gingerly, she brushed the hair away from her sweaty forehead. She laid perfectly still, eyes closed as she panted for breath.

“Are you alright, dear?” Molly asked softly. “He wasn’t too rough, was he?”

Ginny’s eyes fluttered open, and a wide smile stretched her lips.

“That was incredible,” she said. “I think I passed out for a second. I didn’t even think that was possible.”

Molly smiled and brushed her hair soothingly.

“If you can move, we should get upstairs,” she said.

Ginny groaned and rolled to the side, standing on wobbly legs.

“Cor,” she said, cupping her mound. “There’s so much I think he might actually overpower the potion.”

Molly rolled her eyes, knowing such a thing wasn’t possible.

“Come on,” she said, wrapping an arm around Ginny’s waist to steady her. “Our lord awaits.”

Molly woke the next morning in the same position she had the day before. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, enjoying the warm body next to hers, she spotted the tent in the sheets and blinked incredulously.

The man’s stamina was ridiculous.

Sliding a hand under the sheets, she took him in hand and caressed his swollen shaft. She told herself that Ginny would be too tired for a repeat of the day before. Molly was doing her a favor as she slid down the bed and pulled back the covers. For a long moment, she studied him up close, gliding her hand along his length as it gradually reached the hardness of a steel rod and pulsed to the beat of his heart.

Brushing her hair behind her ears, wrapped her lips around the bulging head. The tangy flavor reminded her sharply of where it had been last night, but rather than deter her efforts, it only enflamed her arousal. Molly bobbed her head, stroking him in time with her hand. She was so lost in the moment that she jumped slightly when she felt a hand brush the top of her head.

Raising her eyes, she blushed as she met Lord Potter and Ginny’s gazes. Brushing her embarrassment aside, she focused back on her self-appointed task. Her eyes closed as she used every trick she’d learned to bring him as much pleasure as possible. She focused on the wide, engorged head, sucking lightly and caressing the rim with her tongue. A deep, satisfied groan rewarded her efforts.

Molly glanced up again and met Lord Potter’s hooded gaze. Ginny was busy kissing his neck and caressing his chest. When she felt him swell against her tongue, she pulled off of him, kissing up and down his lengthy shaft until he’d calmed before swallowing him again. Twice more, she drove him to the brink before finally finishing him off.

His thick, salty seed exploded against her writhing tongue. A small trail leaked from the corner of her lips as she struggled to swallow it in time. When he finally ceased, she gave his member one last kiss, wiped her chin, and licked her finger clean.

“What a perfect way to wake up,” Lord Potter smiled.

Molly smiled shyly and hurried to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Hours later, as she was in the barn gathering a bucket of chicken feed, she heard footsteps behind her. Thinking it was one of the local Muggles, she patted her pocket to ensure her wand was hidden before she turned.

“Lord Potter!” she gasped. “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

“I decided to take a break for lunch,” he smiled.

“Oh,” Molly said, dropping the bucket and wiping her hands on her apron. “Well, then, let me get you something to eat.”

She made to leave the barn, but Lord Potter stepped in front of her and pulled her close. Molly flushed as she looked up at his heated gaze.

“I’m hungry for something else,” he said.

Raising his right hand from her hip, he snapped his fingers. Their clothes flew from their bodies and landed in a neat, folded pile a few feet away. Molly gasped softly at such a casual display of wandless magic. Suddenly, Lord Potter grinned, gripped her bottom with both hands and lifted her off her feet. She squealed as he turned and fell backward onto a pile of hay. Laughing, Lord Potter’s hands explored her body, his fingers sinking into her soft, yielding curves. His playful smile turned as he cupped her heavy breasts and used his thumbs to tease her crinkled nipples.

“Ride me,” he whispered huskily.

Molly panted with arousal as she reached between their bodies, lined him up, and drove him into her welcoming embrace. She moaned wantonly as he sank into her depths. Planting her hands on either side of his head, she rocked her hips back and forth. Craning his head, Lord Potter kissed and sucked at her neck while his hand traveled down her bum. He gripped her cheeks possessively and ground his hips up, drawing a gasp from her lips.

“Oh, Lord Potter,” she groaned, raising herself higher off his length before driving back down demandingly.

“I’ve told you to call me Harry,” he murmured, kissing his way up to her ear. “I’m starting to think you like referring to me as a lord. Perhaps you want some young, rich lord to come and claim you for himself. Perhaps I should simply buy this place and take you and Ginny as my concubines.”

Molly gasped and shuddered. She opened her mouth to respond, unsure what words might leave her mouth, only to produce a squeal when his hand collided sharply with her bum.

“Ride me harder, wench,” he growled.

“Yes, my lord,” Molly replied without thought, her thighs and bum clapping against his lap as she heaved herself up and down his throbbing shaft.

Lord Potter released her bouncing breasts and cupped her cheeks. He pulled her into a demanding, searing kiss until they were both too breathless to continue and then rested his forehead against hers. Molly whimpered as she neared her release, her hips jerking uncoordinatedly as her muscles spasmed. Lord Potter gripped her hips and drove himself up into her, extending her peak until he finally released inside of her.

With a tired, contented groan, Molly collapsed on top of him and buried her face in the crook of his neck, uncaring of the stands of hay that prickled her forehead. They stayed connected as Lord Potter held her for several minutes, his hands caressing her body.

The rest of the week passed in much the same fashion. Lord Potter never tired of their company when he was at the inn. On the final night of his stay, Ginny wore herself ragged in one last, desperate attempt to keep his interest. They all woke late the next morning and had a small, quiet breakfast. As the clock chimed eleven, there was a knock at the door.

“That will be for me,” Lord Potter said, getting to his feet.

“I’ll get your cloak,” Molly said.

“You’re welcome to stay with us any time, Lord Potter,” Ginny said, leaning over the table in her new bustier. “For free, even.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiled.

Molly smiled sympathetically at the young woman as she handed Lord Potter his cloak. While he put it on, she opened the door and blinked in surprise at the tall, beautiful woman on the other side.

“Lady Potter,” she said, dropping to a quick curtsey.

“Hello,” Lady Potter smiled. “I’m looking for my son.”

“Right here, mother,” Lord Potter said, stepping in front of the door.

Lady Potter’s smile widened, and she stepped inside to give him a hug.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” she said, kissing his cheek. “The manor’s been dreadfully quiet since you’ve been gone.”

“Sorry,” Lord Potter smiled.

Lady Potter turned to Molly and Ginny.

“I take it these are the two you wrote so much about?” she asked.

Molly blushed furiously at the knowing quirk of her lips.

“They are,” Lord Potter said.

Lady Potter sighed and shook her head.

“Potter men and their redheads,” she said exasperatedly.

“It’s entirely your fault for setting such high expectations,” Lord Potter replied.

Lady Potter rolled her eyes good-naturedly and then pulled a scroll from her pocket and looked at Molly.

“My son told me about the loss of your family and asked me to find a way to help,” she said, holding out the scroll. “By decree of the Ministry, this land now belongs to the Weasley family. Henceforth, no taxes are to be collected, and the Weasley family shall retain full ownership until such time as they decide to sell.”

Lady Potter smirked.

“I even managed to convince the Minister to pay off the mortgage. This place is all yours, free and clear.”

Tears welled in Molly’s eyes as she took the scroll reverently.

“Thank you,” she said hoarsely.

“You’re quite welcome,” Lady Potter smiled. “Honestly, it’s something that should have been done a long time ago. And, since you took such good care of my son while he was here, I’d like to invite you and Ginny to stay with us at Potter Manor for a week. Our House Elves will take care of your home while you’re away.”

Molly looked up sharply, startled by the offer. She shared a quick look with Ginny gazed at her pleadingly.

“It would be an honor, but we don’t want to impose…”

“Oh, nonsense,” Lady Potter said. “My husband spends more time at work than he does at home. Fortunately, my son prefers to stay closer to home, but even with the two of us, the house is far too quiet.”

Molly nibbled her bottom lip and shared another glance with Ginny.

“Well, then, I guess we should pack.”

Half an hour later, the group stepped outside, strapped their luggage to the back of the horseless carriage, and climbed inside. Molly sat next to Lady Potter on one side, while Lord Potter and Ginny sat on the other.

“Home, Marcus,” Lady Potter said.

The large, bald man driving the carriage nodded and took the reins. They had hardly started to move when Lord Potter pulled Ginny into his lap and pressed his lips to hers. Molly’s eyes widened, and she turned to Lady Potter nervously, but the woman just shook her head with a fond smile on her lips.

“I apologize for my son’s deviant tendencies,” she said amusedly.

Molly relaxed and smiled back.

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” she said.

She froze when Lady Potter’s hand landed on her thigh. Meeting her green eyes, she flushed when she was met with the same hungry gaze she’d become familiar with over the last week.

“I’m afraid he gets it from me,” Lady Potter smirked.

As the carriage took to the sky, it began to rock rhythmically back and forth.