M: For sexualizing suggestively shaped objects
Disclaimer: JK Rowling
Thanks, to A Certain Individual for her extensive editing and sharp wit.
Family Brunch
It was summertime at the Burrow, and Harry, and the whole Weasley family, were seated at the kitchen table ready to tuck into their Saturday brunch. A horny, yet extremely nervous and inexperienced Harry was placed right next to Ginny, their legs barely inches apart from each other. Trying to distract himself from Ginny's closeness, Harry focussed on grabbing food from the table and serving himself overly large helpings, watching Ginny from the corner of his eye.
He couldn't help but notice she had selected the largest sausage from the plate passed in front of her. His interest grew deeper as he followed the sausage until its last moments alive, when it entered her mouth. Juice squirted on her face as she bit down on its intestine-like flesh. Harry bit back a moan, his cheeks grew bright red and he could feel something twitch downwards, south equator. He panicked. What if someone noticed? He was blushed furiously, trying to calm his growing erection. Harry's mind ran through all the possibilities of getting out of this situation alive. 'Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts,' the image of Ginny deep-throating a sausage replayed in his mind, making him more flustered and engorged. He tried to erase all memory of the suggestive situation that got him into this mess but then he looked back at Ginny who was going in for a second round.
Harry closed his eyes and gained back his composure. He could get out of this, all he had to do was be patient and not draw attention to himself.
"Harry are you alright, love? It looks like you are burning up, do you have a fever?" Mrs. Weasley asked, with deep concern in her voice.
"Uh…..no I…am just a bit…ho-… flustered. I just need to use a bit of mustard, that's all."
"Oh my, he's speaking in tongues, Ginny dear can you check his temperature?"
Ginny gently placed her smooth hand upon Harry's sweaty forehead, and his heart skipped two beats.
"He's hotter than a kangaroo on heat, mum!" Ginny said alarmingly.
"That's pretty damn hot!" said Mrs. Weasley, "I think you best go back to bed, Harry, dear. Ginny, could you help him?"
'Nooooooo!' in alarm, Harry attempted to push down the tent that was expanding in his pants and at the same time, sprung to his feet in order to get away. He froze in fear.
The whole table fell silent, all eyes rested on Harry and the offender clenched in his left hand.
'A cold shower would be good right now.' Harry moaned
'I agree, dear,' said Mrs. Weasley, 'Ginny, could you assist him?'
