Navy
A short interlude
Two Years Previously
Ginny and Harry were sitting opposite each other on Ginny's bed. It was the summer after her seventh year at Hogwarts. The sky was a velvety shade of navy, dotted here and there with stars but otherwise blank. All the other Weasley children had already gone off and found homes, and the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going out to dinner. Harry felt very uneasy coming over to the burrow to be with Ginny when he knew nobody would be there, but his desire to be with her, smell her hair, look into her eyes, feel her tongue with his, overpowered any guilt.
"I came pretty close, with Dean one time. Thankfully, though, Hermione walked in." Ginny said. "How about you? Did Cho ever…?"
"No, no, of course not." Harry rushed in response.
"Good. Then I can be first." Ginny said, making sure to stifle Harry's next words with her moist lips. She pushed down on him, laying him down with her straddling him on top. She kissed him on the lips for several more minutes before working her way down his jaw to his neck, and then slithered down to his waist. She took the zipper from the fly on his jeans between her teeth and pushed it down. She was a bit impressed with her own ability to pull it down with such grace, so she decided to try her luck at the button. She clutched the things between her teeth and tried to pry it out of the hole using her tongue but it didn't work. Instead, she gave a girlish giggle and undid the button smoothly with her nimble fingers.
"I love you, Harry James Potter." She whispered as she grasped the top of his boxers and pulled them down.
Harry tried to return the gesture but his words got lost, drowned out in a sea of pleasure brewing under his stomach.
Ginny didn't quite know what she was doing, but decided to make it seem like she did anyway. Carefully, she grasped the base and slid her delicate hand up and down its length several times. Harry groaned. Ginny knew she was on the right path, so she decided to try the same thing out with her mouth. She first delicately licked the tip in a curious manner, tasting the white drop on the end. She could almost feel Harry jerk in pleasure. It was slightly salty but otherwise had no real taste. Slowly, she slid about two and a half inches into her mouth, until it didn't feel comfortable. She then let almost all of it slide out, and then took it back in. It fascinated her how big of a reaction she was getting out of Harry. He groaned loudly and she thought she even heard a bit of a whimper escape his throat. It was strange and foreign at first but soon she established a rhythm, out, in, out, in, out, in.
Harry's groans were growing louder with each stroke. At one point, he even said "Oh, God, Ginny that feels so good." It wasn't ten minutes later that something burst from inside it. It was warm and thick and Ginny couldn't keep it all in her mouth. It surprised her; the texture and warmth and large quantities of it. She swallowed what was left in her mouth. To her surprise, when she got back up to Harry's level and his hand found what was between her thighs, his fingers were coated with something hot, wet and clear. He gave her a mischievous grin.
"How's about I return the favor?" He asked as he hiked up her skirt to around her waist and pulled it up to reveal white cotton underwear. Gingerly, he gripped the waistband and pulled them down to around her knees.
Harry looked down, slightly perplexed. He had never seen anything quiet like what he was looking at now. It was like a pink oyster with a large pearl in the middle. He glanced up and saw Ginny lying on the bed, her hands above her head, holding onto the bars of the headboard, her breathing ragged and loud. Carefully, Harry started experimenting with his tongue, touching different things to see what kind of reaction he could get. Sometimes it would be almost nothing, and sometimes it would be a bit too harsh, making her gasp and pull back. Finally, he found a spot that make her moan and ask for more. The sensation was so much different from any hand. Ginny though that she died and went to heaven with each movement. It was electrifying. Finally, she moaned loudly as something exploded inside her, making her shake and call Harry's name into the silken night sky. She didn't take nearly as much time as Harry—no more than five minutes, but those were some of the most enjoyable moments of her life.
That night, the color of their love was navy. It was substantial enough to take its place among the adventures of any other love, but soft enough to be considerate and humble. They were each other's servants, but in a way that could only make them happy.
All right, so this one seems a little out of place with the other two, but hey, veriety is the spice of life, right? Tell me what you think, please. More to come, keep reading!!