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Harry Baby
By LadyTonks

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Category: Post-HBP
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Comedy, Fluff, Humor, Songfic
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 28
Summary: Harry longs to spend Christmas eve with his new wife, but she has a surprise for him! Disclaimer: I don't own HP. If I did, Harry wouldn't have broke it off with Ginny... And the song Santa Baby was written by J. Javits and P. Springer.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work.





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Christmas Eve found Harry Potter sitting by the fire, waiting for his wife. Where was she? This was their first married Christmas together and Harry had been looking forward to this evening for a very long time. His very own Christmas in his very own home with his very own family. So far, Ginny and Harry only had each other as they hadn’t been blessed with a child yet, but Harry didn’t mind. Part of him was glad to have Ginny all to himself this year.

He summoned a butter beer, picked up the Daily Prophet and began to read. He was halfway through the paper when he came upon the gossip column Wizard World Whispers, written by Romilda Vane. Harry choked on his drink when he saw the title of this week’s rubbish, Weasel Wife Whittles Away at Potter Fortune. Merlin, not again, Harry thought with disgust. Despite himself, he continued to read:

Ginevra Weasley-Potter, current wife of Harry Potter (as if there were others or would be, for that matter, Harry mused bitterly) was spotted on Diagon Alley once again spending copious amounts of her husband’s money on clothing, furnishing, cauldrons and other nonsensical items for which she clearly has no need. Poor Harry Potter, besotted by the dubious charms of his social climbing wife, may be in the poor house before he wises up to her antics. This columnist fervently hopes that he sees his mistake and rids himself of this wicked witch before she spends all of his brave, deceased parent’s Galleons.

Harry tossed the paper to the ground and swore loudly. Stupid Cow! Of course Ginny was buying clothes and furniture! The Potters were helping out many of the families lost their homes and everything that they owned during the War. They just didn’t advertise that fact. Harry was now really concerned; Ginny always told him that none of the vicious lies printed about her bothered her in the least. Harry never quite believed her, though.

He was just about to get up to see if he could find Ginny when the fireplace erupted in emerald green flames. It was Ginny, but she was facing the back of the hearth. And she was dressed in very short, clingy, red satin robes, white thigh high dragon hide boots and was wearing a Santa Hat. Harry said, “Er, Ginny, I…”

But she help up one finger to silence him and Harry noticed that she had very long, shiny ruby painted fingernails. What was this all about? Not that he was complaining. Parts of him were starting to applaud. And then, she waved her wand, spun around, and music began to play.

Harry gasped and his mind went blank at the sight before him. Her long hair poured down from underneath the Santa Hat in artfully messy curls. Her lips were crimson stained and her eyelashes magically lengthened and both stood out against her pale, freckled face. Those red robes were open in the front and Ginny was wearing a low cut white lace teddy that was, Great Godric, nearly see through! And then, when Harry was sure his senses couldn’t take another thing, Ginny began to glide towards him slowly, writhing to the music and started sang:

Harry Baby, slip some dress robes under the tree, for me.
Been an awful good witch, Harry Baby
so hurry cross the Floo dear tonight.


She conjured a candy cane with a careless flick of her wand and continued:

Harry baby, a Flying Ford Anglia too,
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Harry baby, so hurry cross the Floo dear tonight


After licking the length of the candy cane, she leaned over, giving Harry a good look at her cleavage and popped the peppermint treat in his mouth. Then, she turned around, wiggled her bum quickly and shot him a pouty look over her shoulder as she sang:

Think of all the spells that I've missed,
Think of all the Slytherins I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
if you'll check off my Christmas list
.

Turning back around, Ginny slowly, ever so slowly, began to remove her red robes and Harry eyes went wide with wonder and desire:

Harry baby, I wanna Nimbus,
And really that's not a fuss,
Been a good witch all year,
Harry baby, so hurry cross the Floo dear tonight.


As the robe hit the floor, Ginny struck a thoughtful pose, placing the tip of one long, pointed, red fingernail to her chin:

Harry honey, there's one thing I really do need,
The deed
To Number 12 Grimmauld Place,
Harry honey, so hurry cross the floo dear tonight.


Stepping closer, Ginny leaned over and playfully whispered the next line into Harry’s ear, causing him to shiver slightly:


Harry cutie, and fill my stocking with some Felix,
And specs.


She removed his glasses and balanced them haphazardly on the tip of her nose:


Show me that you’re all mine,
Harry cutie, so hurry cross the Floo Network tonight.


Quick as the Snitch at the Quidditch World Cup, Ginny replaced Harry’s glasses back on his flushed face and was in front of the tree. She nicked a piece of gold garland from its branches and placed it around her neck. She moved it seductively back and forth across the top of her back, once again bending towards Harry to give him another glance at her décolletage:


Come and trim my Christmas tree,
with some decorations bought in Diagon Alley,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,


Ginny dropped herself in Harry’s lap, placing one arm loosely around his neck and Harry got a whiff of that faint, flowery scent:


Harry baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring.


She wriggled the ring finger of her free hand under his nose:


I don't mean like the Gaunt’s,
Harry baby, so hurry cross the Floo dear tonight.
Hurry so hurry cross the Floo dear tonight.


Ginny gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before the last two words of the song slipped out of her lips:


Hurry, tonight.

The room went dead silent, except for the sounds of both Harry and Ginny catching their respective breaths. The young couple snuggled close and stared into the fireplace, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Harry decided to break the silence.

“So, I gather that you saw Romilda’s column today?” he asked.

“Yes.” Ginny answered.

“And I gather that it didn’t bother you?”

“Not really, I mean, it did sort of spark this little, er, gift. So, it was worth it, right?”

“Definitely! Just one question, though Love. I don’t mean like the Gaunt’s?” Harry asked with a laugh in his voice.

“Hey!” Ginny said, trying to sound miffed, but not quite able to keep the amusement out of her voice. “I only had a few hours to come up with this! I had to write the song, get the costume AND choreograph the whole thing. Think you would be grateful. Git!”

Harry pulled away slightly so that he could look into Ginny’s eyes, “Oh, I am grateful, you little vixen. So grateful, in fact, that I just might have to perform for you.”

“Really. Now this I have to see!”

Harry pulled his wife closer to him, and, right before apparating them both to their bedroom, began to sing, “Ginny baby, leave your dress robes, under the tree, for me…”

This is my gift to all of you. You can gift me with a review, if you so choose. Merry Christmas and the Happiest and Healthiest wishes for 2006 to everyone! LT

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