Hiding Away… by HPFangirl71
His groin pressed hard against her small frame was always her undoing…
How could a youth so inexperienced and fumbling make her feel so alive and vital? The boy sent shivers down her spine with his greedy touches against her naked skin. As wrong as it was to allow him to hold her tight within his embrace, Ginny Potter could never find the words to tell him no. Perhaps it was his youth and eagerness that held her captivated or maybe it was just the fact that she herself was growing older while her husband Harry practically ignored her… Perhaps those were the reasons why she allowed the searing touches of this inept young man.
Whatever the case might be, here she was hiding within the outdoor broom shed. She was there hiding away from the rest of her family. Everyone was gathered inside for Harry's birthday while she was out here with Scorpius Malfoy's teeth grazing hard against her neck. His hand was pressed up against her mouth in an attempt to stifle her moans as his fingers plunged in and out of her with punishing ferocity.
Ginny knew this wasn't where she belonged. She was meant to be inside celebrating with her family. Scorpius' beckoning words of want and need were what had her hiding here with him. She could feel a warm flush crossing her face as Scorpius' thrusts quickened and her pleasure heightened. With all his raw passion, he was able to make her his even when she really didn't belong to him.
Ginny felt the pleasure of her release and bit down hard upon Scorpius' hand. The boy groaned shamelessly into her ear as his mouth suckled at her cloth covered breast. With her release, he let go of her mouth and grasped wantonly at her rear, frotting hard against her frame until he too succumbed to the same pleasure. Their lips intertwined and his tongue dove aimlessly into her mouth. His technique was never perfect but what the young man lacked in skills he made up for in passion. Yes, Ginny should feel ashamed for having an affair with her son's best friend. She should feel some remorse for her deeds, but somehow with the rush of sticky desire filling her knickers she never could summon the feelings…
