"The presentation needs something, it's so…I don't know, what do you think, Draco?" Hermione paced up in down in Draco's office at the Ministry, hands on her hips. She was wearing what looked like the female version of one of Draco's suits; she wore tight, skinny legged, slacks, a white button down and a fitted black blazer over top. If the androgyny of it wasn't already driving Draco crazy, then her strappy heals and bright red lipstick surly did him in. "Draco? Are you even listening to me?"
"I'm going to be honest," he began, "for the past fifteen minutes, I haven't been paying attention to anything but how amazing you look in those slacks." A shy smile appeared on her lips, still blushing even though he complimented her practically every chance he got.
"You're useless!" She gave him a mock-stern expression. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, you focus on the task at hand."
"I'd rather have you in hand," he said arching a lascivious eyebrow. He pulled her by her blazer's edge, tickling her side until she fell on his waiting lap. Draco watched her nose and the corners of her eyes scrunch together like they did when she laughed. He listened to the musical sound of her giggles by his ear and felt his heart flutter. "You're so adorable it hurts, you know that?"
She grinned from ear to ear, burrowing her embarrassed face in her palms. "Stop it," she said in her hands. He shook his sleek blonde head of hair.
"Not a chance, Granger." He put a delicate hand under her chin and brought her lips up to meet his. A heat ran through Hermione's body, but it wasn't arousal. The kiss wasn't even passionate, it was sweet and gentle and loving. Hermione pulled away, resting her small fists against his chest. He looked up at his witch with a dazed questioning expression. Hermione glided off his lap, smoothing out her suit and loose curls gone astray.
"Umm," she said softly, a little sadness in her eyes. "The presentation. Any thoughts?"
"Oh I have many thoughts but none of them are about that silly presentation. Come back here."
"Draco, I'm serious." She took a deep breath and pointed to the ideas board she'd been working on earlier. "Come on." He straightened up.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, we just haven't gotten much accomplished and it's not as if we have an unlimited amount of time to work this out." She tried to control her voice, make it sound more natural and less on edge.
"Ok," Draco said. He knew there was more to the story but didn't dare push it.
"Good, now what's it missing?" Hermione asked again. She was facing the presentation, so Draco decided it was high time he enjoyed a nice pout. She hadn't been this short with him in months.
"It's boring," he offered dully.
"Excuse me?" Hermione turned to face him so quickly that Draco worried for her neck. He thought he saw an actual vain twitch. She was giving him her signature angry face, an expression guaranteed to lift his spirits and the tent in his trousers.
"Yeah," he went on. "The work's brilliant but I don't care about any of it and neither will the rest of board." Hermione looked livid and Draco got his smile back.
"Oh. Is that what you think?" Her voice quickly escalating to frequencies Draco was sure only werewolves could hear. "Well, if you don't care about it then what are we doing all this bloody work for?" She pointed her wand at him, look of pure happiness on his face. "I could kill you!"
"No, you silly woman. Not me personally, but if I were a person who didn't already want to expose the wizarding world than this presentation wouldn't convince me. We need," he paused to shudder at his own suggestion, "heart. Something human."
Her eyes opened wide and froze in midair. Draco delightedly watched the cogs in her brain piece everything together.
"We need muggle born parents," she said smartly. She was looking at Draco like he ought to award her house points for the suggestion. "And half-bloods and mixed families."
"Yes," Draco agreed, "who better to prove that muggles can accept wizards then the muggles who have already done it?" Draco stared up at her cockily, shrugging at his own brilliance. "Exactly what I had in mind, you know." He was an arrogant, egotistical, prat but Hermione couldn't help but be a bit in awe of him herself.
"Unbelievable. I've been staring at that board all morning and you concentrate for two seconds and have it all figured out." Hermione huffed.
"What can I say, love, I'm just that good. Now come here and tell me I'm wonderful," he demanded. Hermione sauntered over, weaving her hands into Draco's.
"It's an excellent idea," she said honestly, rolling her eyes.
"And do I get an award for such excellence?" Draco arched a blond eyebrow, rubbing the backs of Hermione's hands with his thumbs.
"It depends." She swung a legs over either side of his lap, resting herself against his crotch. She ran her hands threw his hair, kissing him by his left ear. "On what you want me to do, Mr. Malfoy?" She whispered it. Draco audibly chuckled with glee. He loved it when Hermione went into roleplay without warning.
"Hmm, let me think." He pat her on the arse, squeezing the material through her slacks. Hermione giggled into his shoulder, her curls tickling his neck. She could feel his erection press teasingly against her core.
"Mr. Malfoy," she asked timidly, "can I uhh… give you a blow job?" Her cheeks reddened from dimple to chin but her eyes were alight with desire.
Draco felt himself twitch in his trousers. She was possibly the sweetest and sexiest combination he'd ever come across in his life and it was doing crazy things to the wizard. He could only nod.
Hermione bit onto her bottom lip with glee. She slid down his legs, ducking her head underneath his desk, as she rubbed her hands along his clothed inner thighs. Already, he lurched in his chair. She rose to her knees, unhooking his belt and unzipping his trousers with her teeth. She couldn't help but smile up at him, she felt so…seductive. But once his trousers and pants were at his ankles and his cock between her eyes, at full attention and ready to be devoured, Hermione froze.
"I've umm never done this before," she admitted, "so you're going to have to couch me through it." She looked embarrassed. "Is that ok?" He looked down at the witch between his legs, shocked.
"Wait, are you being serious or is this part of the role?" Hermione blushed to her toes. Draco looked into her nervous hazel eyes and knew his answer. "No offense, but how is that even possible? I mean we do a lot of stuff, Granger."
"Well never this," she said defensively, practically talking to his penis. It leapt with excitement at what was about to happen. How in all of the wizarding fucking world did Draco Malfoy get lucky enough to be able tell Hermione perfectionist Granger exactly how he wanted his prick sucked?
"Don't worry love," Draco said, "rumor has it, you're a quick study." She grinned at that, kissing him on the head of his sensitive cock. Draco shivered. "See, we're off to great start," he encouraged. "Most of its instinct and we know you have good ones. Just do what you feel and I'll direct you from there." She nodded her head, focusing. It was like she was about to tackle a particularly difficult potion. If this witch only knew the effect she had on him, he breathed.
She began by massaging his inner thighs while she left lingering and wet kisses up his shaft. Draco grasped on to his chair with a sigh. She then licked a line up the same path, engulfing his head between her lips with a pop. She danced her tongue around it's circumference before venturing to taste the salty liquid at the top.
Draco let out groan as he watched her experiment with him, as he watched her eyes light up with the satisfaction of solving a new puzzle.
"Try putting it further in," he coached gently. She did, slowly filling her mouth with his cock one inch at a time. "Mmm good," he said trying to maintain control, "Now suck in." Hermione did as she was told, her cheeks hallowing in the process. "Harder," he said, his voice low with lust. Hermione removed him from her mouth and began using her own salvia to work him with her hands. She knew how give a hand job, she thought. She tightened her hand around his shaft, like she knew he liked, and pumped with a speedy and practiced hand.
"Uhh!" Draco groaned, bucking into her fist. Hermione brought his dick back to her mouth, bobbing up and down as she worked him where her mouth couldn't reach. Draco Malfoy was no small man in that department and it was a bit of a struggle to fit in Hermione's small mouth. She sucked in again, moaning around his girth. He bucked into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She hummed again around his cock. He let out a deep growl. She looked up at him with her big doe eyes.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" She asked, worried. He shook his head, his cock flinching with the loss of her contact. "Oh," she giggled, realizing it was a groan of pleasure not pain. "This is making me really horny," she said earnestly. Obviously unaware of the state she'd just left him in. His breath was ragged and his neat hair askew.
"H-h-hermione," he stammered. Hermione Granger just made Draco Malfoy lose himself, she thought wildly to herself.
Encouraged, when she took him in this time she brought him right to the back of her throat. She'd loved the feel of his cock hitting her esophagus. She opened her mouth wide and brought it down faster over and over again until Draco got the hint and started fucking her mouth of his own accord.
"UHH!" He grunted loudly. He tangled his hands in her hair and secured her mouth in place as he rammed into her throat.
"Oh Fuck, Hermione" he hissed over and over again and she loved every second of it. She wondered why so many women saw it as a chore when the power was intense, naughty and exhilarating. She grabbed him again, slowing him down so she could attempt to bring him into her cavity.
"I want you to go deeper," she said, looking up at him as she licked all around his member. She sucked more pre-cum off the tip.
Draco shuddered, every part of his body ready to explode and completely at her mercy. He wanted this sensation to last but she was quickly bringing him to climax. "Teach me."
Draco took in a deep breath, willing his prick to hold out just a little bit longer while Hermione attempted to deep throat him. "Y-y-you h-have to relax your throat," he managed to get out before she began and was on her own. Draco was far too preoccupied with trying not to spoil this for himself with an early ejaculation. He had incredible stamina, honestly, this had never been a problem for him before but once Hermione's mouth got involved…
"Fucking mmmm" he cursed as he felt the beginnings of her throat allowing him entrance. She took him in further, a tear rolling down her pink cheek. "Swallow," he instructed and sure enough she did.
He felt her throat close and pulse around his head. She did it twice more and it was too much for Draco. He pulled painfully at her curls as ribbons of come shot into her mouth. She didn't know what to do, so she swallowed it, actually enjoying the salty, tangy warmth. Draco's whole body shook post climax and Hermione thought she had never seen him look so vulnerable in a sexual position. She suddenly had the urge to do it all over again.
"So, how was I?" She asked with an ornery smirk that could rival the blonde wizard's above her. He chuckled, she was getting way too good at that.
"Annoyingly perfect," he assured, "like everything else you do."
"Hey Malfoy, have you seen Hermione? Tracy said she was in here with you," a familiar voice said as they barged into Draco's office.
"Damn it Potter, don't you knock!" Hermione shot up in shock and banged her head on the top of Draco's desk.
"Owe," she whined.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Uhh," Draco stammered.
"It's me," Hermione admitted, crawling out from under the desk and rubbing her aching head. "My wand rolled under the desk." Draco, on the other hand, moved himself as close to the desk as possible aware of his state of undress.
"Your hair's as wild as ever," Harry said playfully.
"Yeah," she responded, laughing nervously. "You know how it is, has a mind of its own most days."
"Well aren't you going to give me a hug, I'm your best mate. You haven't seen me in over 2 years!" As soon as he said it, and the threat of being caught was behind her, she ran to Harry, suffocating him in her arms.
"You had me worried sick!" she chastised, not letting go for anything.
"Sick or barking? What's this I hear about you working for – Malfoy?"
"Hey," Draco called irritably, "watch how you say my name, Potter!"
"It's a long boring story," Hermione said. "I want to hear about you and Egypt or Romania or wherever the hell you've been this time."
"Come on," Harry said. "We can talk about it all over lunch."
"She can't go." Draco barked from his seat.
"Why?" Hermione and Harry said together, then they immediately pointed to each other and said "jinx! Jinx! Jinx!"
"Jinx…Ha, I got you!" Hermione cheered. She was doing a victory dance that Draco would have thought both embarrassing and adorable if he wasn't doing it with Potter.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Draco said.
"It's a muggle thing," Hermione explained, laughing. "I missed you so much!" She hugged Harry again.
"Granger will be working through her lunch today," Draco said matter fact. "I need a complete list of the muggle and mixed families in the wizarding world and a means by which to contact them by the end of the day." It took everything inside Hermione not to laugh. She turned to him biting her lip and raising her eyebrows.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," she somehow managed to say with a straight face.
"Well lunch tomorrow then," Harry persisted. "I don't expect you'll starve her two days in a row, Malfoy?"
"What if I do, Potter?" Draco said venomously.
"Then MAYBE I'd have to write you up." Draco huffed.
"Oh I'm so afraid of Saint Potter and his shiny Auror badge," Draco mocked like they were still at hogwarts.
"On second thought, Harry, you might want to write him up right now. I assure you, he abuses me regularly," Hermione chimed, winking at Draco. He couldn't help but let out a light chuckle. Harry looked between the two of them, confused and curious. "Harry, I would love to have lunch with you tomorrow. In fact, I'll take the whole afternoon off and we'll make day of it."
"Hey!" Draco said, put out that he was stuck in his stupid office chair.
"Great," Harry said, completely ignoring the Slytherin. "Hey, do you still live with, Ginny? I stopped by your flat and some old witch tried to adopt me."
"Yeah… I still live with her," Hermione said scratching her head. Oh I live with her alright; I share a bed with her and two other witches and sometimes we fuck, Hermione thought anxiously. "We just don't live in the flat anymore." Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out a thick sealed letter with Ginny's name written on the front.
"Could you give this to her as soon as possible?"
"Of course," Hermione said, suddenly feeling guilty about sleeping with love of her best friend's life.
"Thanks Mione." He kissed her on the cheek and left Draco's office, closing the door behind him.
"So you're taking the afternoon off?" Draco questioned, finally pulling up his pants and trousers. Hermione sat on the edge of his desk, fake coughing into her fist.
"Yeah." Cough. Cough. "I think I'm coming down with something."
"And what am I supposed to do in your absence?"
"I don't know," she pondered. "Shag your wife. You haven't done that in a while." Draco gasped, both impressed and affronted by Hermione's abrasiveness.
"Merlin," He leaned back in his chair, like the weight of her words was too much to remain upright. "Where did that come from?"
"It was pretty good, right?" She grinned, swinging her legs on the desk. She was clearly proud of herself.
"Oh that was full on Slytherin level passive aggression, Granger." She shivered, sticking out her tongue in disgust.
"I have been spending way too much time with you," she groaned.
"Yeah," he pulled her to him again. "Don't stop."
Everything was going well for Ginny Weasley, quidditch practices would be starting soon, she was well on her way to saving the burrow and she had become quite accustomed to life as a mistress. That was, everything was going well before she received the letter that threatened to make her heart burst from her chest. She had been absolutely in love with Harry Potter since the day she could remember. Since the day she saw that wild-eyed boy get on the train with her brothers. Since he saved her life and the world. Since he chose to love her back.
It had been over two years since she'd heard from him. He'd been out making the world a better place and she'd been what – fucking his enemies? Was she happy he was alive and well, of course. Was she happy he still loved her, yes? Did she feel terrible about that, definitely? Was she ready for the love of her life to hate her – absolutely not!
Ginny stood outside of Grimmald Place in a modest baby blue dress, hair curled, make-up perfect, and nervous as hell. She knocked on the door, already feeling like she was going to cry. But when she saw him standing in the doorway she'd forgotten about all of that. All she cared about was the scruffy, scared wizard in front of her.
She leapt onto Harry, choking him around the neck and latching her long freckly legs around his waist. She ran her hands through his thick black hair, which he'd spent an hour trying to lay flat, and took in a deep breath of the smell so distinctly him.
"You suck, Harry Potter," she said, finally allowing him room to breathe. He laughed, having missed the redhead as much as she missed him.
"I know," he responded, "but I plan to make it up to you." She huffed.
"Not likely, though you're certainly able to try." Harry shifted a, still attached to him, Weasley girl from his front to his back so he could give her a piggy back ride to the kitchen. Ginny nuzzled her head in his shoulder. "Mmmm, something smells good," Ginny commented. "Harry, did you have my mum cook for our date?"
"No," Harry said hastily.
"Really, because that smells an awful lot like my mum's chicken and ham pie." She poked her head out to the side, giving him a very disbelieving expression.
"Might've helped a bit," Harry confessed. Ginny laughed and worried she would never stop. She was just so giddy to be around him again.
"She's my mum," Ginny said, still laughing, "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
"I did most of it," Harry defended. "and I made the dessert by myself." Ginny pat him on the chest, a considerably firmer chest than she remembered.
"Don't sweat it, babe. It's actually kind of a relief that mum helped, at least now we can be assured it won't taste like shit." She kissed him on the cheek to ease the blow. He wiped it off his face and returned it to hers with disgust.
"You know, I don't remember you being this mean," Harry offered. He was doing the best he could to put food on their plates with his new permanent ginger attachment.
"Sure you do, Potter. It's part of my charm." Ginny looked at the distance between the plates then back to Harry, knowing that any amount of separation just would not do. "Who's sitting over there?" she said. Harry, realizing his mistake, moved the pie filled plate next to his own.
Harry sat eating, Ginny content on his lap. She scarfed down first the pie then her favorite desert of all time, chocolate pudding.
"Mmm," Ginny moaned at another spoon full of pudding, "Harry, me and this pudding have a serious spiritual connection." She brought the spoon to her mouth and licked it clean wantonly. Harry could do nothing but marvel at the beautiful woman atop him.
"God, I've missed that," he said. He wrapped a delicate hand around her upper thigh.
"What?" Ginny said amused, obviously missing the mood shift.
"You eating food like it's an erotic experience," he said frankly. He brought his hand further up her thigh. Ginny's body sprang into action under his touch, his gaze, his soft perfect lips.
"Did you keep up with quidditch while you were away?" Ginny blurted, spastically leaping off his lap. She looked at Harry's dumbfounded expression and knew she wanted them to continue but it wasn't fair to him.
"Umm yeah," He responded. "Of course, what kind of question is that?"
"Well, I didn't know," Ginny said defensively. She was all too aware of large space she'd created between her and Harry. Her heart practically cried in her chest for her to rectify that mistake. But she didn't. She just leaned on the wall opposite him, trying not to think about how very much she wanted him deep, deep inside her.
Harry watched the redhead squirm against the wall, he saw her thighs rub together, her lower lip glide in and out of her mouth. He wondered, wishfully, if this was all some sort of tease.
"I thought about you when Chudley Cannons won the cup!" She said. Harry grinned brightly.
"Yeah, that was good day." He rose from his chair, walking toward Ginny against the wall. "But they're not my favorite team anymore." He weaved his fingers with hers, moving their joined hands up her body until her wrists were planted on the wall above her head. Her breathe caught in her throat. Bloody hell, no matter how experienced she was in bed, Harry Potter always made her knees quake like a frightened virgin.
"Oh y-yeah," she stammered, "since when?" He brought his lips to her neck, kissing a line down to her chest then back up again. He smiled when he felt her breathing shallow.
"Well I root exclusively for the Holly Head Harpies now," he said.
"Don't be a kiss arse, Potter." Ginny chastised. She wasn't able to look into his green eyes so close and full of lust. Fuck, hadn't she been dreaming of those eyes for years. He held both of her hands above her head with his right arm while he turned her head to face him with the left.
"I assure you, this is genuine. You see, there's this redhead on the team. She's so gorgeous…" He kissed her jaw. "And talented," collarbone, "it's physically painful!"
"Oh yeah?" She said nervously, red tinting her cheeks.
"I'm a bit obsessed, desperately scouring the prophet for any information I can find on the witch," Harry continued. His left hand deftly traced the outline of her breasts. His thumb ran over a peaking nipple and he teased it lightly. Ginny felt herself dampen her nickers, she was so screwed.
"Then there was this issue of Quidditch Weekly," he groaned in her ear. She thought she might explode from listening to that beautiful sound. "There she was, on the cover… riding her broom. Merlin, she was sexy." Harry pressed his erection against her aching core, eliciting one of the moans he loved most to hear. "And there I was, in public, staring at my dream witch, and my trousers became uncomfortably tight." He was whispering directly in her ear, she shivered at his hot breath on her jaw. "Gin, do you know what I did?"
She could do nothing but shake her head.
"Come on," he taunted, "I bet you could guess." She squirmed beneath him her need building at an alarming rate. Gods it had been so long since she had him, since he toyed with her this way. Since she was in the arms of someone who loved her.
"You got off on it," she said boldly. She challenged him to deny it with fierce, mischievous eyes.
"Oh, I certainly did," he said huskily. He pinched her pert nipples, visible beneath her bra and dress. She released a long sigh that made Harry ache. He lifted her off the wall, then slammed her back against it, the old house shook.
"I grabbed hold of my cock and thrust into my hand like I was slamming into her sweet cunt." Ginny moaned wantonly, desperately trying to grab onto something on the wall for support. It drove her crazy when he talked dirty to her because it was so out of character for him, so wrong and confident coming out of his mouth. She bit her lip, rolling her hips against the wall to show him what she wanted - needed.
He slid his palm up her leg, feeling the goosebumps form beneath his fingers. He couldn't help but smile at the liquid on her thigh. His hand explored further, grazing the silk material of her nickers. She looked him in the eyes, begging him to continue and hating herself for allowing this to happen. She was supposed to be talking to him, telling him the truth about Malfoy and the mistresses, not dripping into his hand.
He dipped a finger into her opening, underwear and all. She whimpered, lifting her leg up to wrap around his back. When he added a second finger, her nickers dematerialized in his hand. She arched her back against the wall, panting.
"Huh huh how?" Ginny asked. He picked up the pace. Ginny thrust herself into his hand.
"Perks of being an Auror," he said cheekily. She whined when he removed his hand. He held it in front of her, dripping with her own fluids. Her eyes went dark with lust. "See," he demonstrated, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt and showing his wand strapped securely to his forearm.
"Handy," she intoned. She wrapped her lips around his fingers and savored the taste of her own arousal. She sucked and licked and moaned around the digits. Harry was harder than a rock, staring at Ginny like she was his whole world, his fantasy. And – she was.
"God, I love you." he whispered to her before he captured her mouth with his own. He tasted of sweets and cherished memories. Ginny thought she might faint.
He combed his hand through her hair, desperate to stay connected to his witch – Harry's witch – at all costs. She jumped up, latching herself around his waist, grinding her aching core against his clothed cock. He rammed his erection where she wanted it most, again and again, slamming onto her clit.
Ginny let out a desperate cry, hands shaking in his hair. She gently placed her forehead to his. Harry's green eyes focused on her hazel ones. It was him, she thought. She was in Harry's arms and it felt so right.
"Fuck me." She said firm and clear. Harry felt himself twitch in his trousers. His eyes darkened.
"What do you want me to do, my love? Be specific." She grinned mischievously, he wanted to play. Oh, she could play.
"Catch me," she teased. She slid from beneath his grasp and ran up the adjacent staircase. Not half way up, however, Harry had her down flat against the stairs. Her prominent chest heaved beneath him as she struggled to free himself. She looked like a wild, taunting cat, eyes begging him to take her but refusing him the prize. She used her quidditch strength to kick him hard in the chest. Harry struggled to keep his balance on the step and she was free again.
Harry stared at her with disbelief. Ginny pulled her dress over her head and threw it at the dark haired wizard, blinding him. He tossed it away, following her into his bedroom. He swallowed, cock straining against his pants when he saw her.
She was laying on his bed, head thrown back and legs apart, rubbing her own clit furiously with her hands. He made to move forward.
"Don't you dare. This is what I want remember, Potter." Harry watched her insert two finger into herself and roll them inside her folds. "Mmmm ahh, that's good." She moaned not breaking eye contact with him. "Strip. Now." she commanded. He quickly removed his clothing until he, too, was nude in the room. He should be embarrassed, self-conscious but there was no being shy with Ginny. She would have none of it and it was certainly less fun. He made to move forward again.
She shook her head, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. "You, just watch…but don't touch yourself." Harry groaned putting his hands behind his head. He was uncomfortably hard and desperate to be touched.
Ginny smiled at him approvingly. She pumped into herself, while her other hand rubbed fast circles onto her clit. Harry watched her juices escape from either side of her fingers. He watched her core clamp onto her digits and suck them in. He listened to the euphoric sounds of her building climax. Harry never wanted anything more. He felt pre-come at the head of his cock.
"Fuck Ginny," He groaned.
"Tell me what you want to do to me," she said, voice husky. His eyes narrowed, she was so close. He could tell by the way her hips spasmed with each movement.
"I want to tie you to each edge of this bed and torture you like you're torturing me now. I want to fuck you so hard and fast that you won't have time to come."
"Uhhhh," Ginny intoned.
"I want to rub your clit until it's raw and twist your nipples until you scream"
"Gods yes!" she cried as her orgasm finally hit. She slammed into herself trying to satisfy her needing. Harry, afraid he might burst from watching her climax, rushed toward the bed. "Did I say you could – Fuck!" She screamed. When he thrust, hilt deep, into her.
"I never was one to follow the rules." He pulled out and slammed into her again. "You know this." His glasses went askew with the impact. Ginny couldn't help but giggle. Harry'd grown muscles, a firm jaw and sexual prowess but he would always be the same dork she fell in love with at Hogwarts.
"Here, let me help," she said, his cock still firmly inside her. She carefully removed his wand from its arm strap and cast a shrinking charm on his glasses until they fit snug on his face. "Is it too tight?"
"Nope," he said thrusting into her again, gentler this time. "You feel like perfection." When he dipped into her once more, he let his lips hover over her. He watched as the breath left her body and mingled with his. She closed the space between them, taking his face in her hands and kissing him. His tongue teased at hers until the witch whimpered.
"Oh, Harry," she called when he started to hit a spot inside her. He'd managed to angle his shaft so it hit her clit each he time moved in. He took her hand in his. She held on to him, to his back, his hair, his pulsing biceps anything she could as she descended again. She shut her eyes, letting her mouth part as harry sucked in on her pulse points.
"Wow," he said pulling back and looking at her.
"W-wwhat?"
"I always forgot how stunning you are. Well I don't forget, but the memory never compares to the real thing." She pulled them up so she was sitting on top of him, rhythmically riding him.
"Mmm, Ginny." She shuddered at the sound of her name on his lips. Being called a slut and a whore was sexy and fun, but only if her partner didn't actually think it was true.
"Merlin, I love it when you moan my name." She increased her speed. Enjoying the familiar sound of their bodies slapping against one another.
"Ginny," he said in her ear. "Ginny…OH GINNY," He called in response. She felt her walls pulse around him. It was all too intense, her heart thumping out of her chest, her head filled with guilt and her pussy on fire. He started meeting her thrust for thrust, his movements erratic. "Gin, love, are you ready?" He reached his hand down and started rolling over her clit with his thumb. She clamped down, her pussy making it near impossible to move. With one more, well placed, circle of her bud, Ginny went over the edge, Harry following quickly after. They rode out each other's orgasms, extending the pleasure.
"Oh Harry!" She squeezed him tight, tears escaped her eyes. He smiled down at her, kissing her again. He traced her face with the tip of his nose then pressed his lips to her temples. She rested her head on his shoulder trying to calm herself, trying to stop herself from blubbering while she was the one about to break his heart. Her chest felt tight at the thought, as if her secret was suffocating her from the inside out.
Harry just held her to his chest, combing back her sweat-streaked hair. He felt her heartbeat next to his, they weren't on the same beat. Their rhythms were completely off. She brought her hands to her head, laying down and turning away from him. He stared at her confused, and if he was being honest with himself, a bit hurt.
"Gin, what's wrong?" He could hear her shallow breaths, signifying she was still crying. Ginny almost never cried. In the fourteen years he'd known her, he'd only been witness to it a handful times. Then it hit him; two years was really a long time. Maybe she did cry now. Maybe she was different. Maybe he didn't know her as he thought he did. "Gin… did you hear me?" he asked feebly. She shifted but did not respond.
"I'm sorry. I know this relationship is hard – "
"Relationship!" she repeated. "Harry, I can't remember the last conversation we had."
"You knew when we – "
"Life doesn't stop for me when you're gone. Things happen. I need you and you're not here."
"Will you please look at me?" He begged. She turned to face him, her eyes red and cheeks puffy.
"We have nothing if we can't be there for each other. That's the important part, Harry!"
"I know." She rolled her eyes dismissively. "I talked to Kinsley this morning. It was the first thing I did when I got back. We have an understanding; no more long exertions Gin – I promise. I'll be a UK based Auror now. There's certainly enough here for me to deal with." Her eyes welled again. "Look, I don't want to pressure you but… I'm all in. You are all the family I have left." He took her hand, willing her to respond. She could barely meet his gaze, had to look to the ceiling to summon the courage she needed to confess.
"Harry…I uhh…Need to tell you something," she said, voice breaking. He dried another tear, giving her a warm smile.
"I don't want to know." He responded, succinct.
"No, you don't understand –"
"I've been with other people too," he said. "Its ok, I know you weren't just sitting around waiting for me to get back." Ginny's head spun, she had a feeling harry having a few little affairs while abroad wouldn't compare to her getting paid to be his arch enemies sex slave. Also, who the FUCK was FUCKING her wizard – didn't they know that she was the chosen one's chosen ONE! Deep breaths, she coached herself, jealousy was irrational and hypocritical at this point.
"I really think we should talk about this – " Ginny began.
"And I agree, but later. We're starting over right now, I don't want that to be muddled by what we did while we were apart." Which, of course, only made Ginny want to know more what he had been up to.
"Harry, you're not listening to me. I don't want to tell you who I've been with but who I am currently, actively, involved with." He paused. She watched anger, envy and finally sadness cross his face.
"Oh… Are you in love with him?" It was the look she'd been expecting; the blow she'd wanted least to deliver.
"No, of course not… But it's also not something I can just walk away from." Harry stared at her. She searched his face for a response. "Harry," she repeated when he gave none. He got up from the bed, pacing. This is it – she thought. It's over.
"Do you want me to wait for you?" he asked nervously. Ginny lifted her head in disbelief.
"What?"
"I will wait for you, Ginny Weasley." He took her hands and pulled her off the bed so his arms rested around her waist. "Until you tell me to stop."
"Really?"
"It's about time I was the one waiting – I think." He smiled at her, kissing her. She fell into the embrace, her heart so warm, she melted into him.
"Why are you so perfect?" she asked.
"I had to be to save the world," he said haughtily. She wacked him in on the arm. She swallowed his laugh with her lips. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and sung him on the bed with force. Harry was a bit taken off guard but gave her the most wicked grin in return. She leapt atop him straddling him again. She felt him harden against her bare center and shivered. She held his arms against the pillows above his head.
"You ready to make up for lost time, Potter?"
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