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Twosies Beats Onesies (But Nothing Beats Threes) (Harry/Ginny/Tonks, NC-17) pt 1

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Twosies Beats Onesies (But Nothing Beats Threes) (Harry/Ginny/Tonks, NC-17) pt 1

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Title: Twosies Beats Onesies (But Nothing Beats Threes)
Author: ragdoll
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny/Tonks, Harry/Ginny and Ginny/Tonks (with mentions of Ginny/Luna and Remus/Tonks in the past)
Summary: When the Ministry of Magic hand down an important new decree, Harry finds himself caught between love and duty, and as the poster boy for the Minister's plans.
Genre: Romance, humour
Warnings: Ménage a trois, femmeslash, masturbation, fluff, polyamoury, polygamy, a/u (but mostly canon and epilogue compliant as far as Harry and Ginny are concerned)
Author's Notes: Written for hp_triangle 2009. Thanks to my usual support staff for their help.

"What's all this then?" Harry Potter asked as he entered his office cubicle. A thick green manila folder sat in the centre of his desk, his name glowing ominously in luminous purple ink. He eyed it with some trepidation. It was too early in the morning for Harry; all he wanted to do at this hour was settle into his comfy chair and partake of the fresh coffee and donut he'd picked up in the Ministry canteen downstairs.

"Mmmm?" Nymphadora Tonks, his senior partner in the Auror's Office, replied as she sucked on the end of a battered quill. She seemed blissfully unaware that there was a smudge of ink on her nose as she focused her concentration on a large roll of parchment in front of her. "Bloody Weasleys and their bloody self-editing quills," she muttered. "Should've known not to rely on them to help me write this damned report."

Harry set down his bag along with his steaming cup of coffee. "Still working on the Tyler case, are you?"

"Trying to. Damn thing never ends," Tonks grumbled, running a hand through her already mussed hair, only making it worse. She looked up, peering at Harry as if she'd only just realised he was there. "Did you just ask me something?"

"Yeah." Harry pointed to the folder. "I was wondering what the hell this was. Did Robards assign us a new case? It looks—difficult."

Tonks shook her head. "Nah. No idea what that is. It was waiting there for you when I got in this morning. P'raps it's got something to do with Kings—erm, the Minister's new decree?"

"New decree?" Harry echoed. He flipped open the folder to see a thick stack of assorted personality profiles, complete with attached photographs. All of the subjects were witches, of varying ages, sizes, colours and backgrounds. Some of them he even knew.

"Yeah, you know the new decree that sent everyone round here off the rails when they got the memo yesterday—" Tonks studied Harry's face, looking at him incredulously. "You've got no bleeding idea what I'm on about, do you?"

"Erm," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Not actually, no."

Tonks sighed in exasperation. "Bet you never read the memo that got sent to us yesterday either. Just binned it as usual, did you?"

Harry blushed slightly, giving her a sheepish grin. "You know I don't bother with most of that Ministry rubbish. That's what it is...rubbish."

"This one isn't." Tonks picked up her wand and flicked it in the direction of Harry's overflowing bin. A wadded up ball of blue parchment rose from the pile, unfurling itself as it soared over to Harry's desk. "Read."

Harry nodded, knowing not to argue with Tonks when she got that look on her face. For a small woman, his senior partner was pretty terrifying when she got bossy. She had that in common with his girlfriend, Ginny. He smoothed out the parchment further, peering at it through his glasses. "From the desk of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic..."

Harry's eyes began to glaze over as he worked his way through the dense language in the legal decree, then went round as dinner plates as the meaning behind the text hit him full force. "Tonks!" he said. "Does this actually mean what I think it means?"

"If you've sussed out that it means that the Ministry is ordering, well, encouraging all witches and wizards of child-bearing age to be fruitful and multiply with someone other than the partner they've currently got as a way of expanding the woefully dwindling and horridly inbred Wizarding population, yeah, that would be about the size of it." Tonks flashed him a grin. "On the other hand, if you reckoned it means something entirely different, then you'd be dead wrong."

Harry felt all the blood draining from his face. "They can't actually be serious."

"Why not? We weren't doing too well before the war, and then the bloody Death Eaters pretty well decimated us when they killed off..." Tonks looked down, her words catching in her throat. Harry suspected she was thinking of her late husband, Remus Lupin, who had died during the final battle at Hogwarts, soon after the birth of their son. It took her a moment to recompose herself. "The Minister's got a decent solution for trying to expand the population and giving people incentives to do it. I mean who doesn't like shagging?"

"Some of us only like shagging the person we love," Harry countered. He fidgeted in his chair, wondering why Ginny hadn't bothered to mention the news to him last night. "I can't believe the Minister is asking people to commit adultery."

"Actually, Harry," Tonks snatched the memo from his hands, scanning the page quickly. "It doesn't say anything about shagging at all. Just about...oh, where is it? Ah. Here." She stabbed at the parchment with the tip of her finger. "All witches and wizards of child-bearing age are encouraged to aid in the expansion of the Wizarding population by any suitable means or methods mutually agreed upon by parties X and Y... S'pose that means one could use a turkey baster or fertility spells on a surrogate without there being a problem."

"Other than the creation of a lot of bastard children, you mean?"

Tonks snorted. "You clearly missed this bit, mate. The Ministry shall allow for the creation of polygamous marriages, regardless of gender, for reasons of legitimacy and inheritance until such time as the population is considered both fully augmented and stable. The situation shall be reviewed after a period of five years, at which time a determination shall be made as to the future of the programme based on current successes or failures..."

"I suppose that's something," Harry conceded, although he hardly felt mollified. He glanced back over at the folder on his desk, comprehension starting to dawn on him. He grabbed it, rifling through the dossiers again, his suspicions almost immediately confirmed. "Shit."

"What's the matter?" Tonks cast him a quizzical look.

"All of these!" Harry grabbed a handful of dossiers, holding them up for her inspection. "They're prospective mates."

"Someone doesn't think you've got enough friends?"

"No...mates. Girlfriends. Wives. Mothers-of-my-children!"

"Blimey!" Tonks exclaimed. "That's quite a collection they've put together there. You could have your very own harem. Who sent it anyway?"

"I have no idea. You were here before I was this morning. Didn't you see?"

"What? No." She shook her head emphatically. "It was already there when I got here. It's not as if I go through your desk on a regular basis, is it?"

"Well, did you get one too?"

Again, she responded with a shake of her head. "No. Just the memo. My mum would be crushed if she knew — reckon she'd see this as a brilliant scheme to get me dating again." Tonks pulled a face. "S'pose that unlike you, I'm not important enough to warrant my own personal matchmaker. Besides, I've already done my duty to the further expansion of the Wizarding Population. Speaking of which, your godson would like to know when we can next come round to see you." At the age of four, Tonks' son, Teddy was quite precocious and showing signs of being as strong-willed and stubborn as his mother and his late father.

"I'll check with Ginny and see what we can arrange. Tell him it'll be soon. I promise."

Tonks smiled. "You know he loves spending time with you lot."

"We love spending time with him too," Harry replied, then looked at the folder ruefully. "Although I'm not sure how much time I'll have to be with him if I have to work my way through all of these women first."

"I reckon you only have to pick one, mate. Otherwise you'd be too knackered to do your work and if that happens, I'll kill you myself." Tonks scowled at her half-written report. "We still got the Tyler case to crack for a start."

Sighing, Harry tossed the folder onto the corner of his desk, deciding not to give it another moment's notice. "Maybe I won't even have to pick one," he muttered. "It's not like it's obligatory. It says it's voluntary, doesn't it?"

"Pull the other one," Tonks snorted. "This is Kingsley bleeding Shacklebolt we're talking about here. Voluntary, my arse."

* * *

From there on in, Harry's day had gone from bad to worse. At lunch time, he'd received a note from the Minister himself requesting he stop by the office before the end of the day. As Tonks had so rightly pointed out, when Kingsley Shacklebolt invited you to see him, you didn't say "no" unless you had a very, very good reason. Like being stone, cold dead. Even then, he might not accept the refusal.

Shacklebolt loomed over Harry as he leaned across his desk, his dark eyes boring into Harry. As usual, Harry felt intimidated by the older wizard, no mean feat given how he'd felt about the previous inhabitants of that office. "Well, Harry, I had hoped when I had my secretary compile that list of likely witches, that you'd be a bit more amenable to the idea. After all, you're a hero to the masses...the hero, to be honest, and you'd set quite an example for them."

"Yes, I know," Harry argued. "I understand that, but Ginny—"

Shacklebolt tutted in dismay. "Harry, I'm hardly asking you to put Ginny aside. Far from it. The truth of the matter is that we really do need fresh blood in our population or we're going to die out. The Purebloods have all but depleted the bloodlines with all their damned inbreeding; wizards are just not as healthy as they used to be. You, on the other hand, are half-Pureblood, half-Muggleborn. You would be infusing much needed new variations into the stock while helping to maintain the strengths with your impressive magical ability."

"Stock?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're starting to sound a lot like my Aunt Marge. She was an insane Muggle dog breeder!"

The Minister responded with a cool, appraising stare. He sighed before continuing. "Actually, I'm trying to do quite the opposite. Most breeders of pedigree animals do what our Purebloods have done for centuries. In order to maintain the status quo and blood purity, they breed in all sorts of weaknesses and defects. In actuality, nothing is healthier than your average bog standard mutt. But try explaining that to people." He held up his hand to stop Harry from commenting. "If you take on a new partner, then other people will be inspired to follow your example. They do look up to you, Harry. Like it or not, you're still the Chosen One in their eyes. The Ministry cannot force the population to do this — at least, we won't — but it's come down to a matter of survival for our people. I wouldn't ask it of you if I didn't think it was imperative."

As he squirmed in his seat, Harry tried to keep his expression impassive. The last thing he wanted to do was come off as a pouting child in front of Kingsley.

"You know I've been a friend to the Weasley family for ages, Harry," Kingsley said. "Arthur and Molly are very dear to me, as are their children. The last thing I want to do is hurt your relationship with Ginny. It was very clearly spelled out in the decree that children can be conceived through non-sexual means, so of course that option is open to you. I don't even mind if you just go through it symbolically — find a witch you think you're compatible with and partner with her for a few years time, with or without children. When we do the reassessment, you can just end the relationship, whether the programme continues or not. By that point, people will hopefully have got used to the idea and won't need to be shown by example."

Harry nodded mutely, still trying to wrap his brain around the entire concept.

"Of course, the other option is to have Ginny take on another partner and—"

"NO!" Harry blurted. His cheeks heated up as he realised how loud he'd been; Shacklebolt looked somewhat taken aback. "I mean, erm, no. I can't see her giving up her career that easily for kids with me, let alone some other bloke."

"Of course," said Shacklebolt dryly. "Ideally, we'd prefer it to be you who takes on a second partner anyway. We lost far too many wizards in the war, which means we've got more women than men to begin with. As we've yet to devise a means of gestating children in less than nine months..." He shrugged. "Well, I hope you get the picture."

"I do. I'm just not certain Ginny will." Try as he might, Harry couldn't imagine his girlfriend taking the news well. Seeing as they hadn't even discussed marriage yet, the thought of bringing in another currently unknown woman to their household, let alone having children with the interloper didn't seem to be the smartest of ideas. Even if he had been overjoyed by the prospect. Which he most certainly wasn't. On the other hand, it seemed as if the Ministry was going to lean on him to follow through, no matter what Kingsley had said to the contrary.

On top of that, the thought of conceiving a child through clinical or magical means made him feel very unhappy and just a little sick. Being a sperm donor for someone he didn't honestly love wasn't the sort of romantic story he'd want to tell his children about how they were brought into the world.

"I'll be more than happy to talk to her about the situation if needs be," Kingsley replied kindly. "Harry, you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't honestly believe it was absolutely, positively necessary."

Harry groaned in resignation. "I know, Minister." He almost believed his own words.

"Why don't you have a look at the files I sent you and see if anyone in particular suits you? Let Ginny go through it with you, make her part of the process. Perhaps that would make it easier on the both of you. If no one strikes your fancy, I'll have Mavis do some more digging. There's got to be at least one other witch in this entire country who'd be compatible with you."

Harry couldn't think of any one else in the world he'd want besides Ginny, and at any rate, there was no chance in hell that even if such a witch existed, that Ginny would let her within ten feet of Harry. It just didn't pay to argue with Shacklebolt any longer; the Minister clearly had his mind made up and nothing was going to change it. Somehow he'd just have to muddle through.

"We'll talk soon, eh, Harry?"

"Yes, sir," he managed, getting to his feet and accepting Shacklebolt's outstretched hand. Heading towards the door, Harry couldn't resist the temptation to grumble, "Nice to see you've learned a few lessons in political rhetoric from your predecessors."

As he walked out of the office, Harry was almost certain he'd heard the Minister let out a sigh.

* * *

Ginny had not yet arrived home when Harry got there. He still hadn't figured out a way of breaking the news to her or broaching the subject of an additional partner. He'd been running over assorted scenarios in his head, trying to find the best way to tell her, but none of them worked. And all of them led to Ginny losing her temper and throwing things at his head. One of these days, he was going to have to find a counter-spell to that Bat Bogey Hex of hers. Perhaps that was something to be brought up at the next Aurors' Office meeting...

Their house was a cozy, sunny cottage situated on the outskirts of London. Close enough for Harry to take the Floo to work every day at the Ministry and far enough from the city centre to afford them something larger than a sardine tin. Harry still owned Number 12, Grimmauld Place, but he couldn't bear to live in the house. There were far too many sad memories of the place and it had never really been his home. Harry needed to live somewhere that he could claim as his own and wasn't that grim. Kreacher still had run of the old house and kept it clean while Harry was away. At some point, Harry planned on having the place renovated and perhaps put on the market, but right now it was too much bother. Besides, Kreacher seemed happiest on his own there, as well as popping over to Harry and Ginny's flat once a week to help with the domestic tasks.

Harry finally decided that taking Ginny out to dinner might be a good, safe way to talk to her about things. Ginny would never throw a wobbler in public, and he didn't think she'd be likely to hex him or do anything permanently damaging in front of other people either. She had her reputation as a professional Quidditch player to think about if nothing else. Yes, a nice meal in a nice restaurant, plenty of good wine, a romantic atmosphere...that would be a perfect way to soften her up...

"Harry?" Ginny came through the front door, hauling a bag of gear behind her. She looked dishevelled and mud-splattered, her long red hair scrapped back into a loose ponytail, as if she'd rushed home straight from practice. To Harry, she'd never looked lovelier.

"Here I am!" he called, rushing over to greet her. Kissing her, he snatched the gear bag from her hands, turning to stow it in the hall closet before she could protest. "How did practice go then?"

Ginny let out a soft sigh. "Gwenog worked us to the bone today. I'm completely knackered. All I want is a hot bath and some dinner. Then I think I'm going to crawl into bed and collapse."

"Oh." Harry tried not to sound as dismayed as he felt. "I was hoping we could go out—"

"You could join me, you know," Ginny said coquettishly. "You're always so good at scrubbing my back."

Harry felt himself responding to the offer, his trousers suddenly much tighter. But the thought of letting himself be distracted by sex when he needed to talk to Ginny about the decree made him feel guilty and more than a little dishonest. "Actually, I've got tons of work today. I probably ought to do that while you're having a bath." He looked over at his bag with a rueful smile.

Ginny nodded, although it was obvious she was disappointed. "Any chance of having a meal together at least?"

"I would never let work get in the way of us," Harry replied, then leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

"Harry, are you okay?"


"You seem a bit..." Ginny brushed her fingers in his hair. "I dunno, distracted, I suppose."

"I'm fine," he insisted. "Just have a lot of work to do." Slowly, he untangled her fingers from his hair, kissing them lightly before pushing her in the direction of the bathroom. "Why don't you go have a bath while I try to get some work done, and then we'll have dinner."

"Oh, all right," she said with a pout. "Remind me to talk to Tonks about your work load the next time I see her."

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at her in puzzlement.

"It's putting a damper on my sex life." Ginny flashed him a cheeky grin. "And I won't stand for that."

Harry felt himself blushing slight. Even after five and a half years together, it still embarrassed him to realise he was doing things with Ginny that he'd only ever dreamed of before. Not that he minded, of course. "I'm sure she'll give me an immediate pass once you tell her that."

"Either that, or she'll have to find me some alternate means of entertainment." Before Harry could press Ginny as to what she meant by that, she'd vanished up the stairs.

* * *

The profiles were making Harry's head swim. He'd read through at least twenty already and none of the women seemed suitable. At least, he couldn't find any that were. He'd been separating them into piles: "too old", "too young", "not even remotely attractive" and "women he knew". He'd left a separate spot for possibilities, but so far, it remained empty.

He was staring at the page bearing Pansy Parkinson's name and likeness, trying to determine which category of rejection he ought to stick her in, when he felt Ginny's arms looping around his neck, her familiar weight pressing lightly against his back.

"Hmmm, now that's an interesting case," she quipped. "What's Parkinson done now?"

The photographic Pansy stuck her tongue out at Ginny in annoyance. It didn't improve her looks one bit.

"Erm..." Harry started, unsure of just how to go about telling her the truth. "Oh, she hasn't done anything. Actually. Except be a witch of childbearing age..." He pulled a face in disgust as a vision of naked Pansy flashed before his eyes. It wasn't a pleasant sight.

"Oh?" Ginny rest her chin against the top of Harry's head. "Oh. That."

"That?" Harry was astounded to hear her discussing it so nonchalantly.

"The Ministry decree thingee."

"So." There was a momentary pause. "So, you know about it then?"

"Of course. Everyone on the team was talking about it today. Rhiannon Kendall was joking that she and her girlfriend, Sioned, couldn't wait to find themselves a proper boy toy to get them both up the duff. I think it's the first time they've ever found any use for a man—" Ginny glanced at the assorted piles of rejected witches. "So, does this mean you're shopping for another girl?"

"What? No!" Harry turned to face her. Ginny was damp from her bath, wearing a thin, short, pink dressing gown, her long hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

"You're not trying to find someone for Ron, are you?" she giggled. "That would just be a total disaster. I remember how well you did in your fourth year for the Yule Ball. Honestly, he's much better off letting Hermione take care of it and pick someone out for them."

"You're not taking all this very seriously, are you?"

"So, you are looking for someone else?"

"Not someone else. Just someone in addition to." Harry drew in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "I don't want to, but Kingsley actually called me into his office this morning and pretty much demanded we do so. He said I don't actually have to do anything with her, just set an example for everyone by doing it. I wanted to tell you, but I wasn't certain how you'd take it and —-" His words were cut off by a sharp smack to his head by Ginny. "OW!"

"Harry, it's perfectly fine!"

He found himself gawking at her. "It—it is?"

Ginny shrugged. "What the Ministry wants people to do makes sense. We know the population's been dwindling for quite some time, so it's important."

"You really don't mind?"

"I'd only mind if you were leaving me for some other girl," she said softly, caressing his cheek with her hand. "I don't mind sharing you as long as I like whoever it is, that you don't marry her or have kids with her before me, and that she realises that you belong to me."

"So, you're not asking too much then."

"Just what any woman in my position would do. Unless you prefer I take on another bloke as well. I bet Neville would be—"

"No, he wouldn't," Harry cut her off, not caring what she thought Neville might have to offer. "Besides, he's a Pureblood and the Ministry doesn't want Purebloods having kids with other Purebloods. They'll all ending up looking like Sirius's mum."

"Spoilsport." She leaned down and kissed him. "Where did all these profiles come from anyway?"

"Kingsley had them sent over. They're supposed to be all the eligible witches in Great Britain that he reckoned might interest me. Or his secretary did, anyway. Apparently he believes my DNA will greatly strengthen the Wizarding gene pool." Harry had learned at least that much about human biology while watching a documentary on BBC 1 while still living with the Dursleys.

Blinking, Ginny gave him a blank look. "Sorry?"

"Kingsley thinks I can help make stronger, healthier Wizard babies because my mum was Muggleborn, not a Pureblood," Harry explained quickly.

"Has he been talking with Charlie?" Ginny giggled. "He's always going on about breeding programs with his dragons. Let's face it, Harry, you're the Ministry's most prized stud."

"You're not helping."

"Oh, don't pout," Ginny insisted. "I'm sure we can find someone in that stack more appealing than Pansy Parkinson."

"You know, I'm beginning to think you're enjoying this," Harry said.

Ginny flashed him a wicked smile. "Maybe just a little bit. You're not the only one who likes looking at pretty girls, you know."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but no sound would come out.

"If you found yourself another partner, I might want to join in," she added. "In fact, I suspect it might be one of the conditions of letting you have another woman."

"Y-you what?" he finally managed to splutter.

"I'd suggest Luna, but she's away in Mongolia right now in search of Umgubular Slashkilters and I don't suppose she'd want to come back just for the honour of bearing your children. Even if it meant spending more time with me."

"Luna?" he parroted.

"I thought I'd told you that we...well, my sixth year, while you were away with Ron and Hermione trying to find the Horcruxes, Luna and I had a bit of a thing," Ginny replied, blushing slightly.

"A bit of a thing?"

"You didn't think I spent all of my time pining after you while you were away, did you, Harry?"

Harry's trousers suddenly felt unbearably constricting.

Ginny leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Do you like that idea, Harry? Watching me and another girl going at it?"

Harry groaned, pulling her into his lap, kissing her fiercely. Needless to say, he was unable to think about anything but Ginny, let alone make any decisions regarding another partner for the rest of the night.

* * *

"Ta ever so much for having us here," said Tonks as she pushed her chair back from the table. Teddy, her four year old and currently blue-haired son, was chattering animatedly to Harry about his trip to the London Zoo with his grandmother as Ginny began to clear away the dishes. "Let me help you with that, Gin."

"No, that's all right, Tonks. You're the guest here." Ginny stopped the older witch with a wave of her hand; Tonks was always enthusiastic to help with the tidying up, but the effort in having to repair all the broken china and stemware once she got her hands on it was hardly worth it. Harry made a mental note to put Unbreakable spells on more of their dishes in future.

"I know but I hardly want to be sitting around on my fat arse treating you two like house elves," Tonks insisted.

"Your arse isn't fat," said Ginny.

"You're my boss," Harry reminded her. "It wouldn't do to have you doing housework for us."

"I'm not your boss," Tonks said with a snort. "Just your senior — and superior — partner. Robards is your boss. Kingsley is your boss. I'm not." She eyed Harry curiously. "Speaking of Kingsley, how's that project of his going? Made any decisions yet?"

Harry felt all the blood draining from his face. "Erm..."

"No, we haven't, actually—" Ginny started.

"You know," Harry said, jumping to his feet, "I think I'll take care of the washing up tonight. You two deserve a rest and a chance to talk. Teddy can lend me a hand, can't you, Teddy?"

At the mention of his name, the little boy grinned. "I wanna help, Uncle Harry!"

"See, I told you Harry had his uses," Ginny remarked with a smirk. She put a glass down into the sink, then leaned over the seated Tonks, putting one hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, then, might as well let Harry get on with it."

Tonks nodded, then rose to her feet, letting Ginny lead her out of the room.

It didn't take much time for Harry to do the tidying up. Teddy was allowed to dry the silver by hand with a tea towel while Harry blasted the dirty dishes with a series of Scourgify spells. With everything neatly stacked in the dish rack to dry, Harry scooped up Teddy (whose hair was now as coal-black and messy as his own) and carried him out to the parlour.

Tonks and Ginny sat together on the sofa, giggling madly, their heads pressed together as Ginny filled Tonks in on her day of training with the Harpies. Tonks' dark eyes were fixed on Ginny as the younger witch waved her hands about wildly, using them to illustrate the complicated manoeuvres of the team's brooms.

"And then, to improve on the Porskoff Ploy, I zoom below," Ginny explained, one hand swooping down to rest on Tonks' knee, "grab the Quaffle and pass it to Angharad before anyone's the wiser."

"Brilliant!" Tonks beamed at Ginny in open admiration. "Can't wait to see you pull that off at a match."

"You are coming to the next one, aren't you?"

"Assuming I don't get swallowed up by that bloody Tyler case, or something worse, wild hippogriffs couldn't keep me away."

Harry noted that Ginny hadn't moved her hand from Tonks' knee at all. In fact, it seemed as if his girlfriend and the pink-haired witch had shifted even closer to one another. If he hadn't known any better, he'd have thought the two witches were flirting.

"Mummy!" Teddy exclaimed, wriggling in Harry's arms to reach out for his mother. Ginny and Tonks broke apart as Teddy launched himself into his mother's lap.

Tonks grabbed the little boy and settled him down before he tumbled on to the floor. "Silly boy."

"He was a wonderful helper," Harry told her, ruffling Teddy's hair affectionately, making it even more mussed than it had been before. "I think he might have a future in it."

"Are you saying my boy's only fit to be a dishwasher?" Tonks arched a pink eyebrow at him. "Think very carefully on your answer, Potter, seeing as I am your senior partner. Unless, of course, you have a desperate desire to be the Ministry's Head Non-Magical Lavatory Cleaner for the rest of your natural born days."

Harry pulled a face in response. "Yes, but if you did that, you'd be forced to work with Ron for the rest of your days, and I know how much you'd like that."

"It's a fair cop and the only reason I haven't dumped you yet," Tonks replied, suppressing a grin while Ginny snickered.

"Speaking of my brother, Hermione's told me that he actually dared to suggest Lavender Brown as a suitable third partner."

"And just how long will he be sleeping on the sofa then?" Tonks asked.

Harry laughed. "Knowing Hermione, probably sometime into the next century."

"I'm guessing that Hermione's going to pick a woman who looks like Hagrid's love child by Madam Maxime…or worse," Ginny mused. "Poor Ron's never been able to master the art of subtlety."

"Better warn your mum that half her grandchildren will resemble ginger-haired boulders then," Harry added. He wondered if poor Ron would have any say as to his second partner at all. He was grateful that Ginny had been so reasonable about their situation, even if he still had yet to find someone worthwhile.

"For some reason," Ginny countered, "I don't see Ron providing half of Mum's grandchildren at all. Not when there are four other brothers all planning on doing their part. And you know how we Weasleys breed."

"Not to mention us," Harry reminded her. To his amusement, Ginny blushed.

"All right, you lot, that's enough. There's a kid here." Tonks looked at her watch. "One who needs to get home and get some kip."

"I'm not sleepy!" Teddy protested as he stifled a yawn.

"Tonks, are you free tomorrow?" asked Ginny. "I've got some shopping to do in Diagon Alley, and I'd love to have some company."

"I could go," Harry offered.

"It's girly stuff, Harry. You'd only be bored silly. You hate shopping."

"Besides, you've got that damned Tyler case to sort out." Tonks admonished, then screwed up her face in consideration. "I think so, Ginny. Mum's got to go up North to see some friends though. Any chance you can babysit, Harry? I can bring Ted round here."

"Well, seeing that I've still got the Tyler case to sort out, thanks to my dragon of a boss. Erm, senior and superior partner," Harry replied dryly ."I don't suppose I'll be going anywhere for hours. So, yes."

"Well, then, there's your answer, Gin. I'm free—and Harry can keep an eye on Ted." She helped Teddy stand, then rose to her feet. "What time do you want to go out?"

"Come round about noon?" Ginny got up too, going to the coat rack to fetch Tonks' cloak along with her bag and Teddy's much smaller coat. "That should give us plenty of time."

Tonks nodded, helping her son shrug into his coat before wrapping herself up. "Sounds like a brilliant plan. See you tomorrow then."

"Bye, Uncle Harry! Bye, Auntie Gin!" Teddy exclaimed, waving his hand furiously at them.

Harry waved back, watching as Ginny escorted the pair to the front door. She gave Teddy a warm hug and his mother a much longer, lingering one before they stepped out into the cool night air.

* * *

The following morning, Harry had awoken in a bit of a strop. He had made sure Ginny knew how put out he was at the thought of her going off without him, especially when he would be stuck in the house contending with the infernal Tyler case and another sorting through the file of his prospective "brides". Luckily, Ginny knew just how to quell his pouting; there was nothing like another marathon session of sex to take Harry's mind off his work for a few hours.

Things had been so heated and so involved that there had been barely enough time for them to shower, dress and wolf down a few slices of toast and jam before Tonks arrived, Teddy in hand.

"I'm almost ready!" Ginny said, washing down her toast with a large swallow of pumpkin juice. "Has Teddy eaten breakfast yet? If not, I'm sure Harry can find something for him."

"Mummy made me porridge!" Teddy announced happily.

Tonks smiled. "He ate plenty this morning — but I'm sure he'll be hungry soon enough. You'll be a good boy for Uncle Harry though, won't you, sweetheart?"

Teddy nodded.

"I'm certain I can manage lunch for us," Harry replied. "We've got plenty of food in the house."

"We shouldn't be gone too long," Ginny reassured him. "And if you'd like, we can bring back a takeaway." She gave Harry a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing her things and ushering Tonks out of the house, leaving Harry alone with Teddy.

The next few hours went by quickly. Harry continued to look over the files for the case of Mancunian Wizard Samael Tyler, who had disappeared without a trace several weeks ago. He and Tonks had been asked to investigate since it looked like Dark Wizards might have been involved, but so far, they'd found no leads. Harry was beginning to think Tyler vanished rather than being put through the ordeal of having to find a prospective partner.

While Harry worked, Teddy played happily on the rug in front of the hearth; Tonks had supplied her son with enough toys to keep him occupied for hours. After lunch, Teddy began showing signs of sleepiness, so Harry picked up his yawning godson and tucked him into the guest room bed. Within minutes, Teddy was fast asleep, clutching his favourite cuddly toy, Patro the Wolf.

It was time to return to his work, but Harry couldn't seem to focus. In frustration, he tossed the Tyler file aside and pulled out the now well-read through dossiers sent to him by Kingsley, hoping that perhaps one of the women inside would seem more attractive this time around. He and Ginny had gone through them together; there was a small stack of finalists who hadn't seemed too awful. At least Ginny hadn't thought so.

Harry sighed. He had no idea what he was looking for. It also might have been his imagination, but the photos of the witches seemed to be growing more disgruntled every time he looked at them. He wished Ginny was home to go over them again, rather than leaving the final decision up to him. It wasn't fair that she'd left him to go out shopping with Tonks, just as it was hardly fair that Tonks had dumped the Tyler mess on him to go out with Ginny. Ginny couldn't possibly need needed any more clothes or shoes — why did women always need to shop anyway?

He imagined she'd come home laden with overflowing shopping bags from Madam Malkin's, Twilfit & Tattings, and Gladrags, although, perhaps some of them would belong to Tonks as well. Did Tonks shop the way Ginny did? Harry had never paid much attention to Tonks' wardrobe at work, and his boss didn't seem quite that girly, but it was quite possible Ginny would be a bad influence on her. Ginny had quite a talent for doing that in Harry's opinion. It was one of the reasons he loved her as much as he did.

The two of them were probably trundling all over London this very minute with their parcels, perhaps stopping off somewhere else for a spot of tea before continuing on. In his mind's eye, he could see the pair entering another shop, giggling, laughing, flirting.

The thought that it was a lingerie shop came unbidden into his mind. Harry knew Ginny loved to wear wispy bits of lace and satin under her clothes. Not that he minded, of course. There was nothing like knowing his girl was wearing barely there knickers and a sexy bra under her uniform as she played in a Quidditch match to get his blood flowing. Especially when she came home all muddy and breathless, letting him peel off her uniform to get what lay beneath.

Harry squirmed in his chair, his trousers suddenly feeling unduly restrictive as he envisaged Ginny and Tonks flitting around the well-stocked shop, pulling down skimpy pants, bras, basques, suspender belts and stockings from the displays and showing them off to one another. Tonks' dark eyes shone with interest as Ginny held up a sheer chemise, modelling it against her body as she wriggled provocatively.

Tonks grabbed Ginny by the hand, pulling her into a nearby changing room, the assorted lingerie spilling to the floor as the older witch pushed Ginny against the wall and kissed her passionately. Ginny yielded, kissing Tonks back with equal fervour, her lips parting to Tonks' questing tongue entrance.

Groaning, Harry squirmed again, one hand going to his crotch to rub himself absently. The fantasy was a good one, and just what he needed to distract himself for a while from the mountain of work...


The thought of Teddy asleep down the corridor gave Harry pause. He glanced at his watch. With any luck, his godson would be out for the count for at least another hour. Plenty of time to take care of his own needs until then. Just to be safe, Harry picked up his wand, closing and locking the study door to give himself some well deserved privacy.

Unfastening his trousers, Harry pulled his cock free from his pants. He was already hard, the dull ache of arousal growing stronger as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and began to pull in slow, deliberate strokes.

Tonks grabbed Ginny by the hand, pulling her into a nearby changing room, the assorted lingerie spilling to the floor as the older witch pushed Ginny against the wall and kissed her passionately. Ginny yielded, kissing Tonks back with equal fervour, her lips parting to Tonks' questing tongue entrance, moaning as she did.

Tonks had Ginny pinned against the changing room wall, one hand tangled in the thick strands of Ginny's hair, the other slipping down to close over the swell of Ginny's breast. Ginny's hand slid down the length of Tonks' back to cup the older witch's arse through her jeans, pressing Tonks hard against her.

Harry fisted his cock, moving faster as Tonks tore at Ginny's shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

With deft fingers, Tonks unhooked the front of Ginny's bra, exposing Ginny's pale, round breasts. The nipples were deep pink in contrast, the pebbled flesh already hard and taut. Tonks hissed in approval, her kisses trailing down Ginny's throat and along the expanse of freckled skin. She dropped to her knees, then drew a rosy nipple into her mouth, beginning to suck greedily.

Ginny moaned, burying her fingers in the soft, pink spikes of Tonks' hair. Tipping her head back, Ginny bit at her lower lip, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her hips pushed forward ever so slightly. One of Tonks's hands snaked down the length of Ginny's belly to the waistband of her jeans, slipping beneath it to delve between the younger girl's splayed legs. The move elicited a loud gasp from Ginny, her hands tightening in Tonks' hair. She ground against Tonks' hand, hips undulating, her breath coming out in long, ragged pants.

A low cry escaped from the back of Ginny's throat, her movements becoming increasingly frantic as Tonks turned her attention to Ginny's other breast, moaning against the younger girl's skin as her fingers continuing to thrust up inside Ginny.

Harry's strokes grew harder and faster as he imagined Ginny's mounting excitement, picturing her writhing wildly beneath Tonks's ministrations, her eyes bright and her cheeks flush with arousal. He pumped urgently into his hand, his palm slick with sweat and pre-come; he knew he was almost there...

"Tonks! Oh,Tonks!," Ginny cried, clutching at her friend, beginning to shake. "Don't stop...don't stop!"

Harry couldn't stop either. He shuddered violently as his climax tore through him, a flood of ecstasy washing over him as he went spiralling over the edge. After the tremors finally subsided, he was left gasping for breath, stunned at the strength of his reaction.

"Harry?" he heard Ginny's voice call. "Harry-love, we're home. Where are you?"

Harry straightened his glasses, then snatched his wand off the desk, throwing cleansing charms everywhere. He struggled to his feet, yanking up his pants and trousers in a near panic, yelping as he caught himself in the zip in his haste to get it closed.

Rushing to the door, Harry grabbed the knob, intent on flinging it open. Only to discover it was locked. He swore under his breath, then unlocked it with a flick of his wand, throwing the door open and dashing into the corridor. "I'm here!"

"Wotcher, Harry! We come bearing dinner!" Tonks said brightly, pointing to a large brown paper sack. "Hope kabobs are okay with you." She knitted her brows in concern as she caught sight of him. "Are you alright, mate? You look a bit winded."

"What?" Harry hoped he didn't look as guilty as he suddenly felt. "Erm, no. I mean, yeah. Of course. Just working on the Tyler case—"

Tonks flashed him a sceptical look, while Ginny stepped up behind her, several large shopping bags in her hand.

Harry craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of where they'd made their purchases. "So, did you girls have a nice day out?"

Ginny nodded. "Tonks helped me pick out some new equipment." She held up the bags which bore the logo of Quality Quidditch Supplies on the sides in shiny gold lettering.

"Oh." Harry said, dismayed.

She studied his face for a moment, then looked at him quizzically. "You look disappointed, Harry. I didn't mean to make you feel left out of anything. It's just that some of my gear's been getting worn out so it was about time I replaced it, and Tonks said she wanted to see what's new in brooms and—"

"No, no, I wasn't. I mean, I'm not." Harry stammered. "Teddy and I had a great time together doing guy stuff." He saw a pointed look pass between Ginny and Tonks, although he had absolutely no idea what it meant. "I'm glad you two had fun."

Ginny kissed him, her lips curving up into an enigmatic smile. "Oh, we did."

Part 2
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