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Ginny was bored. So bored that she could have been dead for several days now and wouldn't have noticed. Everyone else was busy preparing the wedding of Fleur and Bill and at first she had tried to make herself useful as well. But she soon became the one getting in the way of everyone else. Ron and the twins were just as redundant as herself but they were somehow able to get distracted with a lot of Quiddich practise. Ginny was bored by that as well. She could easily play her brothers out as she was way faster and smaller and after just a couple of days she couldn't be motivated to come along. She stayed in her room most of the time and just lounged at her bed, reading "Quiddich through the ages" for the umpteenth time. But then there was the point at which she felt like she was really going to die of boredom if she didn't find something to do. So she crept up to the twins bedroom like she did when she was younger, to see if she could find some of their famous treats. Not that she wanted to be sick or growing a second head just because there was nothing else to (although it would have been quite funny to distract all the busy people downstairs with superfluous body parts) - it was just an old habit from former years that she liked to reactivate. Sneaking through her brothers' rooms has always been quite amusing as it had led to the discovery of Percy's old pet animals in the back of his wardrobe and provided her with some details about her brothers' private life that she could use to blackmail them if needed.
She rushed past Bill and her Dad who were discussing the setup of the tables while stepping up and down the short flight of stairs that connected Percy's room to the rest of the house. She slipped into Fred and George's room unseen and locked the door behind her. The familiar smell of various not-so-common snack ingredients greeted her and she took a moment to look around. The room was surprisingly clean and everything was sorted neatly into the shelves. It had to be her mother's effort to prepare the house for the many guests that were expected for the wedding. Not wanting to destroy the unusual appearance of the room, Ginny strode along the walls with the shelves and let her eyes wander around. There were a lot of cans and tubes and glasses that looked like they contained the ingredients for at least half of the things that Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had to offer, but there were no treats or tricks that were ready to use. Although the boys did most of their snack-development in the laboratory behind their shop, they kept some basic things in their room to be prepared for long and boring vacations with the family. Ginny sat down on the floor gloomily. There was nothing to do or to find to lighten up her mood. When she dropped the back of her head against one of the shelf boards, she caught a glimpse of something hidden between the bedpost and the wall. She slid closer and tugged at it until the thing she saw left its hideaway and slumped to the floor. It was a bunch of tattered muggle magazines. The first one read "Men's Health" and from the headlines on the front page it had to be about nothing but sex and the like.
Of course this subject wasn't new to Ginny. Her brothers talked about it all the time and even her mother had at one point tried to give her The TalkTM when she found out about her dates with Dean. But other than that she had to admit that she was pretty inexperienced. Dean and she had been kissing a lot, but when he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth it felt so wrong that she asked him to leave her alone and soon after that they split up. So now this magazine raised her curiosity and she started to flick through it. There were some articles on how to train some muscles that seemed important for Doing It as a men and she just skipped over them. But after a few pages about how to shave your private parts so that your ... you know what ... would look longer (she also skipped that) there was an article about giving pleasure to your beloved female partner. She began to read this text with way more attention. It said that for the best results you should watch a woman touching herself and then follow the advice provided by the article's author. Which included for example circular motion with your fingertips and hitting a so-called 'G-spot' inside the vagina.
Ginny had not really touched herself before - she hadn't even really thought of it. Reading this detailed description made her feel funny inside her stomach and she played with the thought of just putting the magazines back in place and heading back to her room. But then she remembered the agony of just doing nothing and decided to stay a little longer and give it a try. She sat back down against the shelf and dragged the magazine onto her lap with one hand, while she unzipped her pants with the other. Again she read through the text that said it had to be a 'circular motion' and moved her hand down the front of her pants. When she felt the fabric of her underwear under her fingertips, she stopped and hesitated. She could feel a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen and wasn't quite sure whether this was a good sign. After a few moments the sensation fainted and so she moved her hand further down. While she slowly moved her fingers over her clit, her underwear preventing direct skin contact, she flipped some more pages of the magazine. Absentmindedly she stared at a picture of a naked woman who sat in front of a man and spread her legs while holding her breasts. As she continued to move her fingers between her legs and wondered why the hell muggle pictures won't move at all, the funny sensation in her stomach returned. This time it was a lot more powerful and Ginny was a bit startled. At the same time she recognised that her knickers were getting moist under her fingers. Panicked she slammed the magazine shut and stuffed it back into its hideaway and got to her feet. Without closing the zipper of her pants she bolted to the door, unlocked it and rushed downstairs to the bathroom, her face burning red. With trembling fingers she locked the door and pulled down her pants and knickers, heading for the toilet. With a sigh she dropped to the seat and allowed herself to relax a bit. She hadn't peed her pants since her first year in kindergarten and wasn't keen to start it again. Funnily enough she didn't really have to go now that she sat on the loo. That was strange. After wondering a bit about it she decided to blame it on her sudden activity today after she had basically only lounged around for several days and tried not to think about it too much. She flushed the toilet and dressed herself tidily again.
She spent the rest of the day sitting on her bed again and trying to push the thoughts of her earlier adventure to the back of her head. Later that day, when the rest of her family had all gone to sleep already, Ginny still lay on her bed wide awake. She successfully stopped thinking about how she nearly had an accident but she couldn't stop thinking about the article in that magazine and what it would be like if she really touched herself down there. She had once heard some of the girls in her dorm talking about fantasies they had and which apparently were a huge turn on for them. Back then, Ginny couldn't imagine how thinking about some boys or even teachers would have been something to long for but today she decided she would give it a try. So she lay back in her pillow and thought of Dean and how he had kissed her after their first date. It was a nice memory and she relaxed a bit and started to move her hand down her body for the second time that day. She wore only her knickers because pyjamas always made her feel so restricted in her sleep. So this time she actually dared to put her fingers under the fabric and touch the soft curls of her pubic hair. Then she thought about Dean's broad shoulders and his flat stomach that she always liked a lot and moved her fingers slowly towards her clit. But when she finally reached the soft and warm flesh between her lower lips, her mind decided to drift to that last kiss they shared and how she didn't like it at all. With a frustrated growl she tried to focus on something more... alluring and settled with the thought of watching Harry play Quiddich. She would often stand at the field, gaping at his obvious talent and wishing she could be like him - the seeker and star of their team. Well, Quiddich-envy wouldn't get her current endeavours anywhere either, so she tried to direct her mind to other things again. But after neither the thought of Victor Krum (on whom she had a secret crush two years ago) nor a fantasy including some of the muggle actors of a film she watched with Hermione seemed to do the job, she finally quit her clumsy attempts at pleasuring herself altogether. Ashamed of herself and frustrated she fell asleep.