In the few days Harry had been at the burrow, he still hadn't said a word to Ginny. she didn't seem to want to speak to him. It was beginning to upset Harry, as he thought they had been starting to get on... (he had accepted they would probably never be anything more than friends..)
However on the Friday evening, when all the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione, were having a 'last day of summer party', Ginny suddenly grabbed Harry's hand and led him to her room. He had only been here once before, and the smell caused an immediate stirring in his trousers...
'Harry. I can't take it any longer. I'm sorry I've been blanking you but I've been trying to quell these ever-growing feelings... I need you Harry. I love you. I want you. I'm sorry if this is all a bit s-'
But Ginny got no further. In that instant, Harry had pulled Ginny onto him, one hand on her slim waist, one in her gorgeous, blazing red hair. His lips found hers as he kissed her with sudden passion. Neither had felt anything like it, their lips synchronised, pure electricity flowing between them. Harry's hand moved under Ginny's small, revealing shirt. It was too tempting, thought Harry. His fingers moved over her beautifully hot skin, travelling to her soft and supple breast, cupping it and caressing it with his fingertips. It grew hotter under his hand, he could feel. His desire grew greater.
Ginny let out an erotic sigh as Harry searched her body. He pushed her down onto the velvety sheets of her bed, as his hand moved in steadying circles round her back, then her tummy, then slipped under. Ginny's perfect mouth formed an O shape as a gasp of sudden pleasure emerged. Harry meticulously yet briskly rid her of clothes, revealing her dream-like body. Harry couldn't contain himself. He rubbed her until a pool of liquid had collected beneath her, before moving to put it to his lips. Ginny knotted her hands in Harry's messy jet-black hair as his tongue flicked inside her, making what felt like explosions erupt inside her. Ginny had already felt like she had climaxed before Harry said, 'we're barely started, my goddess.' Ginny then ripped Harry's boxers off, with eager passion. Harry stared at her. He had never seen anything so beautiful and enticing in all his life. Her eyes shone with lust, her hair tousled messily, her body glistening. He couldn't believe all his fantasies over the beautiful flame-haired girl were finally coming true...
He stroked between her smooth thighs to check she was ready for him: definitely. He slipped inside her, Ginny already being well-lubricated from the foreplay. She moaned sexily, causing Harry's member to move involuntarily inside her. It was too much. He pulled out slowly then quickly slammed back in her pussy, quickening his pace. One hand trailing over her perfect, moist body, the other rubbing her over-sensitive clit, the pair were a mixture of unbelievable pleasure, heat and liquid. Harry didn't stop thrusting until it sounded like Ginny's screams of erotica would attract the attention of the on going party downstairs. Slowly, whilst staring into the depths of her captivating hazel eyes, he pulled out. Ginny gave a satisfied sigh and wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. He kissed the top of her sweet-smelling hair and whispered, 'you're mine now, Ginevra. You drive me crazy. I love you so much.' He touched her lips softly with his, their faces meeting. Resting.
With a flick of Harry's wand, him and his lover were fully dressed again, and fully composed, along with the bed made, and all traces of their love-making gone. With a final squeeze of comfort to her gorgeous boyfriend, she took his hand and led him back down the narrow stairs of the burrow. No one had even noticed they'd gone.
