Fanfic: Issues in the Auror Office by transfiguredtoad (Free to read, 564,411Clicks)

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Ginny Weasley has moved house and started a new job in twenty four hours, and both have brought her close to Harry Potter. At home, he’s Harry, her mate, but at work, he’s her boss – and fraternising within teams is forbidden. But she’s falling for him, and he’s falling for her. What are two aurors in love to do?

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsHarry Potter/Ginny Weasley Sirius Black/Amelia Bones (minor) Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks (minor) George Weasley/Angelina Johnson (minor)Harry Potter Ginny Weasley Sirius Black Amelia Bones Nymphadora Tonks Remus Lupin lots of OC Aurors Gawain Robards Arthur Weasley Dudley Dursley OC wife and child of Dudley DursleyHarry never went to Hogwarts AU – Ginny is an Auror Setting – Auror Office Harry and Ginny live in the same apartment building discussion of domestic abuse mention of suicide (very VERY brief blink and you will miss it)

Summary:

Summary:

Ginny Weasley has moved house and started a new job in twenty four hours, and both have brought her close to Harry Potter. At home, he’s Harry, her mate, but at work, he’s her boss – and fraternising within teams is forbidden. But she’s falling for him, and he’s falling for her. What are two aurors in love to do?

Chapter 1

Chapter Text
Ginny Weasley closed the door to her flat, depositing her final bag from her shoulder with a groan. Reaching up to rub her shoulder, she leaned her head back against the birch door, rolling it against the eyehole which rubbed against her loose hair. Bringing her bags up had been a long process, due to the slow-going lift and the general weight of her belongings. She owned too many books and not enough pillows.Looking around her flat, Ginny smiled ever so slightly. Though the flat was empty, she could see how beautiful it could be, how Ginny’s it could be. The floors were light wood and the walls were white. An electric fireplace was the indicator that it was a living room, which led to a tiled-floor kitchen, all white. It was far more modern than the Burrow. While Ginny did not mind the relatively organised vintage chaos of her childhood home, she had wanted something different. And this was as different as it got.Ginny pushed herself away from her door and glanced at the many bags which clustered beside the door. Her flat was not huge – essentially just a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom – but it was hers. For the first time, it was fully hers. No family, no academy roommates who left washing up to go mouldy and didn’t ever clean the bathroom. All hers, and in time it would look like hers too.After graduating from the Auror Academy at the end of July, Ginny had moved back into her parents’ house immediately, which her mother had loved. However, all Ginny had wanted was to find a new flat, ideally in London, and get out of the smothering atmosphere that was her mother’s disapproval of her career choice and her brother’s jealousy that Ginny was doing what he had always dreamed of before he had managed it. When this flat had become available and had been at the top end of Ginny’s price range, Ginny had signed up immediately, despite knowing that she had no furniture and no money to buy it with, until she got paid. She could cope for a few weeks.There was nothing in the fridge currently either, and, despite Ginny’s moving out, she was still a Weasley, and she was starving. She rolled her neck, grabbed her keys from the small shelf by the door and headed over to her bags of clothes and books and general belongings. Emptying three bags swiftly, she stuffed three large plastic bags into another and searched for her purse.Leaving the flat, Ginny headed for the supermarket that she had seen earlier. It was a different shop that Ginny had shopped at while she was at the Academy, in the countryside near Manchester, but she had mastered the muggle supermarket and, now, she was sure that she could adapt her skills to ‘Tesco’.And, when she left, over an hour later, she was ready to write a letter to her father about how well she was adapting to muggle things. The wizarding world generally lived in small villages, where they could find a butchers and a greengrocers and a bakers, or they used wizarding supply companies – specifically the pureblood families. Ginny found it far easier to use the supermarket, where they could find everything at once, and far cheaper than the suppliers.As she arrived back at the apartment building, she glanced into the small communal area on the bottom floor and saw the back of a man’s head, scruffy hair and a red t-shirt covering a nice pair of shoulders. Considering heading down afterwards, Ginny hurried over to call the lift. In her flat, she stacked everything she had bought in the cupboards. She had spent her remaining money on all the store cupboard essentials that she lacked, as well as on the cheapest pan, wok and plates she could find. Boiling the kettle, Ginny grinned. Food made a home, not furniture. There had always been plenty of good food at the Burrow, even when they did not have everything that other homes had.She made pasta with sauce and then grated a lot of cheese over the top. When she sat down on the floor, leaning against a wall, she realised that this was silly and that there was a perfectly good sofa and television downstairs that she could enjoy while she ate.The man was still there when she arrived, biting her lip before striding in with as much confidence as she had. When she saw the TV, her eyebrows flew up her face at the realisation that quidditch was playing. “Hello,” she said to the man who had not turned at her approach.Immediately, he jumped up, wand out. Ginny snorted. “Not very muggle-conscious,” she commented. He gave her a sheepish grin and reached to flatten his hair against his forehead, a move that made Ginny furrow her brow in confusion. Most men would ruffle their hair instead.“Do you mind if I watch with you?” Ginny asked, nodding at the screen where the Arrows were playing Puddlemere. Ginny had forgotten that it was tonight and indeed that she would be able to watch it, due to the TV downstairs. As the Burrow was without a TV, Ginny had to satisfy herself with the wireless for most quidditch matches.“Of course,” the man said, grinning at her. He had a nice smile. It made his green eyes light up. He gestured to the sofa and sat back down himself. Ginny moved to the other side and snuggled into the pillow behind her. It was a sofa not unlike those at the Burrow: it had been sat on enough times that it was comfortable, rather than the stiff ones that posh homes usually had. She supposed it was to be expected in a communal living area.“Your food smells good,” the man said, nodding at the bowl. Ginny grinned and nodded, stirring the pasta, sauce and cheese together with her fork. It did smell good. When, a few minutes later, the commentators announced a short injury and sub break, the man said, “When did you move in?”, turning his attractive face towards her. Ginny swallowed her food.“Just this afternoon,” she told him. “I start a new job tomorrow in London.”“Wow, cutting it fine,” the man said. “My name is Harry, by the way.”Ginny smiled and took his extended hand, awkwardly shaking it side by side. “Ginny.” She cleared her throat. “Are you supporting Puddlemere or the Arrows?”“Puddlemere,” Harry said with an emphatic nod that made Ginny laugh. “Who are you?”“Harpies when they’re playing, but I’ll support the Arrows if you’re Puddlemere,” she said with a teasing tone. Harry laughed, a pleasant sound that made Ginny like him.“Do you play?” Harry asked as the players came back out from their break, taking the brooms and waiting for the whistle of the referee. The Arrows beater had been subbed and Ginny thought that that was what caused Harry’s quick smirk. Carla Rajowski was one of the best beaters in the league and losing her was a huge blow to the already losing Arrows.Ginny nodded. “I played at Hogwarts and then was part of the Manchester Saturday league for the past few years. I play chaser.”Harry gave her an impressed look. “I play seeker in a Sunday league with work.”“You any good?” Ginny asked. Harry grinned at her.“Some have said that I am the best in the league.”“How big’s the league?” Ginny asked with a taunting grin. Harry narrowed his eyes at her but his grin belied his irritation. “My sister-in-law plays for the Magpies.”Harry coughed as he choked in surprise, making Ginny cackle. “For the Magpies? Who is your sister-in-law?” he demanded.“Angelina Johnson-Weasley,” Ginny supplied. “I played with her at Hogwarts.”Harry whistled lowly. “She’s good. You must have been a Gryffindor.”Ginny raised her eyebrows at him. “Are you a bit of a fan?” she teased. Harry scoffed but the red rising on his cheeks said differently, making Ginny grin.The conversation flowed naturally for the next two hours or so, though it was interrupted quite frequently by Harry’s cheers for Puddlemere. It grew later and later, until, eventually, it was eleven o’clock and Harry cursed at the sight of his watch. “I’m really sorry but I’d better go to bed. I have to be in work early tomorrow,” Harry said and he truly did sound sorry.Ginny’s stomach squirmed at the thought. She met his eyes and then looked away. She should probably go to bed too. It was her first day tomorrow and she should at least try and make a good impression. Briefly, Ginny wondered what Harry did as a job.Harry stood and gave her another sad look and a further melancholy look at the television, where his favourite team were leading by 130 points, not enough to win if the Arrows caught the snitch. He had taken one step away from the sofa when he turned around, to find Ginny staring at his retreating form.“I,” he started before shaking his head and taking a step back towards Ginny. He leaned down and she leaned her head up towards him automatically, her lips quirking as he covered them with his own, pulling her up so that they were more comfortable.Ginny swung her arms around his neck. Perhaps she should have pulled him down. It would have likely been more comfortable kissing on the sofa. He pulled away before she did and Ginny opened her eyes to find his gleaming with lust, his pupils large. Ginny wondered if it was reflected in her own. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” Ginny whispered. Harry grinned.“Same,” he agreed before kissing her again.Ginny did manage to drag them back down onto the sofa and it was soon far past their bedtimes, but neither cared.

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