CHAPTER SEVEN: LAST NIGHT, FIRST NIGHT
January 3rd, 1997
For the remainder of their Christmas holidays, Ginny didn't get a chance to do more with Harry than occasionally snogging. But she was certain that even if they did get a chance for him to use his fingers on her again, it wouldn't be enough. She wasn't going to be satisfied until he was inside of her.
She realized that she had already done more with Harry after one day of dating him than she had ever done with a boy, but it didn't matter. With her previous boyfriends, she felt the need to make them earn every touch and snog. Not only was it what she felt she was "supposed" to do as a self-respecting woman, it made her feel powerful over these simple, desperate cavemen boys to resist their seductions, but she had already accepted that when it came to Harry, she wasn't self-respecting at all. She was a complete slut.
The fact that Harry wasn't constantly pushing her to do more was exactly what turned her on so much. Now, it was her seducing him that made her feel powerful, as she watched his resistance crumble at the sight of her willing body. But for all the wonderful snogging and groping, it still wasn't enough.
She wanted more of him.
She wanted all of him.
And she wanted it to happen before they left for school. It wasn't because she was simply so horny that she couldn't wait another day (well okay, it wasn't just because of that), she didn't want their first time to be after she crept up to his dormitory late at night, or they snuck off to an abandoned classroom under the cloak, or frantically between classes in a broom cupboard. To be clear, she absolutely did plan on doing all those things with him, but she wanted their first time to be special, with no time limit or need to be on the lookout for being caught. But she didn't know how to do that in this crowded house where they were both sharing rooms.
Now, it was the day before they were to return to Hogwarts, and she was so randy that even holding her boyfriend's hand was distracting her as they stood in the kitchen to say goodbye to Lupin.
"I really can't take any more, Molly," Lupin said warmly as she tried to load even more home cooked leftovers into his arms, "I probably won't get a chance to eat it anyway, I'm only going back to my flat for a bit before I'm back on mission."
"Just be careful," said Harry, worried about what Lupin had said about the werewolves siding with Voldemort. Ginny felt his hand subconsciously squeeze hers, and she squeezed it back to comfort him.
"'Be careful?'" Lupin repeated incredulously, "And here I thought you were James' son!" Harry laughed.
He told a final round of goodbyes, then gathered his bag and exited the house. Harry watched him from the window as he walked beyond the wards and Disapparated.
As the family started dispersing from the kitchen, Ginny saw Fleur and Bill making even more intense sex eyes at each other than usual until Mrs. Weasley called for him to help her with something upstairs.
"Seriously?" Ginny said to her as the blonde stared at Bill's arse as he walked away, "How are Harry and I the ones who keep getting the mickey taken out of us when you two are like that?"
"So sorry," said Fleur, not sounding sorry at all, "I am just very excited, now zat Remus iz gone."
"And why is that a good thing?" Harry asked harshly, turning away from the window, ready to defend Lupin from whatever Fleur was about to say.
"Oh non, nozzing like zat!" said Fleur, "Remus ees wonderful, but 'ee made zis 'ouse razzer crowded, non? Now, Bill can take 'is and Charlie's old room back for 'imself," she lowered her voice and leaned towards Ginny and Harry, smiling mischievously, "Which means I can spend some quality time wiz my fiancé tonight. I zot Molly's more...traditional requirements for sleeping arrangements would drive me mad." She winked at them, gave them a "shush" gesture and left the room.
Harry's heart was in his throat. He stole a sideways glance at his girlfriend, and her face was just as blushed as he felt, and he could tell the same thought had occurred to both of them: if Fleur snuck up to Bill's room that night, that would leave Ginny in her room.
All alone.
Harry couldn't decide if he wanted to beg Ginny to let him join her in bed that night or do everything possible to avoid talking about the subject all together.
"So, er…." he said conversationally, "Have you, er, packed yet?"
She just smiled at how pathetically transparent he was and shook her head. She stepped closer to him and started tracing her fingers over his chest.
"Oh, I can think of one more thing that's going to get packed tonight."
Harry gulped. "Look, Ginny…."
"I'm ready, Harry," she said, not joking anymore and showing him she was serious about this, "I understand if you're not, I'm willing to wait for you, but I want this."
"No, I am!" he said quickly, shocking himself. "I mean….it's just….we've been together such a short time, Gin, and we've already done so much, don't you think we're moving really fast?"
"Yes. Yes we are," she said matter-of-factly. Then, she reached out and firmly grasped his cock through his trousers, and he stifled a moan.
She pulled him by the cock closer to her and whispered up into his ear, "Come and find me after you're sure Ron's asleep."
Then she spun around, waving her sweet-smelling hair in his face as she exited the room.
Harry lay awake that night, listening with a mixture of excitement and dread at Ron's breathing becoming deeper. For as long as Harry could convince himself that Ron might still be awake, he wouldn't have to make a decision. And right now he couldn't trust himself to make the right decision.
It was clear what the "right" decision was: to just go to sleep himself and tell Ginny tomorrow that going down to her would be crossing a major line. They had already done more than he ever thought they would do in such a short time, all while sneaking around behind the backs of people they both cared about.
Although….
Her parents had never specifically told him not to go down to Ginny's room in the middle of the night and shag her brains out….
That's because they didn't feel like they needed to, because they implicitly trust you, you randy, selfish git. And you're thinking about repaying that trust by taking advantage of their daughter.
No. No matter how much they both might want it, it simply wasn't the right time or place. Harry was going to stay the night here, and Ginny would stay down there.
….just a few floors below…..all alone…..waiting for him….
….But it would be cruel to just stand her up, right? She was assuming he would go to her, if he didn't show up she would stay awake all night, and likely be pissed at him the next morning. So, to be considerate, he would have to go down to her room, just to tell her to go to sleep and come back up to Ron's room again. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
Right.
Quietly as he could, Harry removed himself from his camp bed, tiptoed out of the room, and made his way down the stairs to Ginny's landing. He could see the orange glow from her lamp through the crack at the bottom of her door.
Taking in a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in.
Ginny was lounging on her bed, her fiery red hair splayed all over her pillow, and wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt and a pair of knickers. But what almost made Harry pass out was her lips. She was wearing that same impossibly red and inviting lipstick she had worn at Christmas. When she saw him, she arched her back, bit her lip, and smiled mischievously.
Fuck.
"It's about time," she whispered, "I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," she pouted. "Close the door."
I'm not staying, he meant to say, but instead he silently did as she said.
She got up from her bed and stalked toward him like a lioness approaching her prey. She took his hands and started leading him back to her bed, eyeing him hungrily up and down and licking her luscious lips. Harry knew that if she kissed him it would be all over.
"Ginny," he tried to say firmly, but his voice shook, "we can't do this."
She quirked an eyebrow at him and smiled. "Oh no? I can't think of a single reason why not." She pulled him close and tilted her face up to meet his…
"I can," she told her, grasping her by the shoulders, "I can think of lots of reasons. I know we've done a lot already, but if we do this, if we….make love, here—"
Ginny burst out laughing and smiled at him patronizingly, "'Make love?' Harry, is that what you thought we were doing here?"
Harry's jaw dropped. He was dumbstruck. But he kept running over in his head her words from earlier and how she had acted when he entered the room….what else could she possibly have meant?
"Wha — no!" he stammered wildly, trying to play it off, "No, of course not! I just mean — that's why I said —"
She silenced him with a finger to his lips. She then slid it down and placed both her hands on his chest, where her eyes were looking. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully.
"Harry….I love you. You make me unbelievably happy. This brief time with you has been like a dream….but it's also been a nightmare. I thought that I had wanted you already. I thought that I was pathetically desperate for you. But now I know, the uncertainty of whether you wanted me….that last part of that scared little girl inside of me….she was the only thing keeping me from becoming a complete slut for you."
Harry gulped hard. His face felt white hot. His erection was throbbing almost painfully.
"Now she's gone," Ginny continued, "and knowing that I finally have you….knowing that you actually want me as much as I want you — ooh!" she faltered and gasped as she brought his hands to cup her breasts through her shirt, while he let out a moan. "Now I can't get these thoughts out of my head, of all the unspeakable things I want to do to you. And for the first time, I'm not ashamed, I'm proud that our bodies want each other so badly." She wrapped her hands around his neck and finally met his gaze again, and Harry was almost frightened of the intensity he saw there, "So no, silly boy, I didn't bring you here to make love to you. I brought you here to fuck you."
She attacked his lips with hers, pressing every bit of their sweetness to him, and his mind entered oblivion. They continued kissing passionately as she led him the remaining few steps over to her bed and threw him down onto it. With their searing kiss broken, his brain started working again just enough to start babbling a string of feeble protests.
"Ginny wait, let's just think about this for a second. I mean, one, we've barely been together for more than a week. We've never even gone on a real date yet. Two, your family trusts me, they've welcomed me into their home and I can't betray that trust, they're the only family I've ever had and I can't lose that. Three, it's not like there's a rush because we're going back to school and will be together there." He had to stop when he ran out of breath.
Ginny giggled. "Mmmm, yes, Mr. Potter, those are very well thought out points," she said mock-seriously as she crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. "However, I'd like to make some counter-arguments." She resumed kissing him heatedly, and he let a moan escape him into her mouth.
"Point number one," she said, and suddenly grabbed his hand and shoved it down her panties, "I'm wet."
Shit, that was a good point, Harry had to admit. He instinctively started swirling his fingers over her folds, earning whimpers of pleasure from the redhead straddling him. Then, she sat up, giving him a fuller view of her beauty. She took both his hands and pressed them firmly against her breasts, encouraging him to cup them and caress them and roll her pointed nipples through her t-shirt.
"Point number two: titties," she said matter-of-factly. Harry didn't know how to counter her master debating skills.
She started rocking her hips back and forth, pressing the crotch of her panties, already soaked through, up and down the tented outline of his hard cock. Harry felt like he was about to cum just from the friction. "Point number three: cock," she breathed.
Ginny turning her ministrations to his cock made him think of one last excuse.
"Ginny," he brought his hands to her hips and gripped them firmly. He intended to stop her, but instead his hands started guiding and encouraging her movements. "Ginny, we have to stop. What about protection? We can't do magic—"
"Silly boy, I already did the contraceptive charm long before you came in. The Ministry traces where magic is done, not who does it, so we pure-blood kids can do all the magic we want as long as our parents don't catch us."
In a flash, Harry remembered the multiple times his life was almost ruined by necessary or accidental instances of underage magic. "That's not fair…." he mumbled under his breath.
"Aww, poor Harry," Ginny cooed at him. "Don't worry. I'll make it….up to you," and she reached down and tightly squeezed his member, causing him to hiss sharply and close his eyes.
"I also put up a Silencing Charm around this room," she told him, the fire in her eyes reaching new intensity, "Because I intend to scream tonight. And I intend to make you scream."
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to raise it over her head, showing him her freckled toned abs. With one last act of desperation, he shot out his hands and grabbed her by the wrists to stop her.
"Ginny, STOP! I'm serious."
The tone of his voice finally got through to her and she froze. After a moment, she relaxed and sighed with disappointment. "Oh, alright then." She laid on her back next to him.
Harry didn't make a move to get up. He honestly hadn't expected her to heed him, and found himself more than a little disappointed that she did.
Ginny looked sideways at him. The mounds of her breasts stood out against the fabric of her shirt, and her hair was splayed all over the pillow underneath them.
"Well, you better get going," she said expectantly. "That would be the noble thing to do, Potter. I know when I'm beat," she said dejectedly, and shrugged, "After all, the great Harry Potter can resist the Imperius Curse, so what chance does little old me have?" With the tone of her voice and the way she was pouting her lip, Harry was certain that the Imperius Curse now seemed like a friendly suggestion.
"I guess I'll just have to take care of things myself," Ginny said sadly, and she began moving the dainty fingers of her right hand down her torso until they disappeared beneath her panties. Harry clenched his eyes shut as her fingers began quickly moving underneath the lace as she furiously fingered herself, but that didn't help him because he could still hear the wet sounds coming from between her legs and the whimpers escaping from her lips, and it turned him on even more. Then, she shifted closer to him on the bed and he felt her breath caressing his ear.
"Always so noble," she whispered mockingly. "Always the selfless hero. Don't you ever get tired of it, Harry? Don't you ever want to just let go….just lose control….just stop thinking for once in your life and take what's yours. You really think you're putting up a good act, you arrogant bastard? You think you're so much more evolved than a typical randy boy? You think I don't know how badly you want my bod—mmph!"
She was cut off by Harry's searing kiss as he attacked her like a feral animal. In a flash, she was on her back, he was on top of her and his tongue was exploring her mouth, dancing with hers. She moaned in approval as he released her lips and started kissing and biting down her jaw and neck. She was completely enveloped by him, his weight on top of her pressing her down into the mattress, and the way his hands were roaming over every inch of her body like he owned it, she wasn't sure she could get him to stop even if she wanted to. She was completely at his mercy and she was turned on beyond belief.
He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tried to yank it upward, but it caught underneath their combined weights. After just an instant, Harry let out a loud grunt in frustration and he grabbed her collar with both hands, and his muscles ripples as he tore her shirt completely in half, ripping her open like a predator digging into his prey, and exposing her freckled chest to him for the first time.
"Harry!" she cried in surprise, but any concern she had for her shirt died when she saw Harry, sitting back, his jaw dropped, and taking her all in. Ginny had always been self-conscious about her breasts, but the way Harry was looking at her like she was the sexiest thing in the world rid her mind of that and filled her with a new wave of lust, which turned into annoyance at the fact that the bastard had stopped to look at her.
"Fuck, Gin," he said breathlessly, "You're so fucking sexy…."
"That's nice, Harry," she said scathingly, "but why the sweet fuck are you still wearing clothes, you idiot?"
Smiling, he frantically grabbed his own shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his chiseled chest to her, his subtle abs, and the line of dark hair that trailed down from his stomach and disappeared into his pants, teasing her about where it led.
Once his shirt was off, he couldn't contain himself anymore and he returned to fiercely kissing her, smacking their lips together, and earning a new batch of moans as he ground his clothed crotch into her own.
The "clothed" part was what angered Ginny as he started trailing his kisses down her again, marking her neck and chest.
"Harry," she whined, "You're not finished yet—ooh!"
Her scolding ceased as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, giving ministrations to the other one with his hand.
"Oh yes, Harry!" she cried out, twisting her fingers into his hair, "suck those titties, baby. I know how much you love them. Always gaping at my rack right in front of my family, you naughty boy."
Harry chuckled around her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth hard and swirled his tongue around it. Ginny wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him into her desperately. She felt like if she didn't get something inside her cunt soon she would go mad.
"Okay Potter, that's enough of the scenic route, just fuck me already," she scolded him, "You need — hsss," she hissed through her teeth as he playfully nipped on her enflamed nipple and released it with a small pop. She looked down at him and he was smiling confidently at her. The cocky bastard.
"Not yet," he cooed at her," I haven't tasted all of you yet." And he moved on from her tits and started kissing his way down her body, getting closer to the hot wet spot between her legs.
"Harry, love, that's sweet, but you really don't have toooooohhhhhh," Her protest turned into a blissful moan and any thought of stopping him from doing what he was doing fled her mind as he placed a loving, worshipful kiss on her pussy through her knickers.
"Dear gods, Gin, I can already taste you through them, you're so wet. And Merlin, the smell of you. He buried his nostrils hard and inhaled as deeply as he could, becoming drunk off her scent, and she squealed as the tip of his nose pressed firmly right on her clit. "I know this is what I'll be smelling in that love potion now," he told her.
She lifted her hips to allow him to pull down her panties and flick them off of her, and when he returned his face to her core she laid back and surrendered herself to him.
Sticking his tongue out, he traced one long, firm lick all the way from the bottom of her folds to her clit, before focusing on the bundle of nerves, closing his mouth around it and quickly flicking his tongue back and forth. She jolted at the sudden sensation, bucking her hips into his face, and pulled on his hair so hard he thought he might go bald.
Ginny was babbling incoherently, " Oh yes yes yes baby eat that fucking pussy it's yours you own it don't stop don't ever stop I love your tongue so fucking much." He hummed in gratitude for her praise, the vibrations sending new chills through her body. She was the single most delicious thing Harry had ever tasted, and he was desperate for more of it. He moved down and full-on plunged his tongue into her pussy, stretching as far as he could into her and lapping to hit every bit of her walls.
"YES YES YES HARRY FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR TONGUE I'M GETTING CLOSE"
With this new cue, he replaced his tongue with two fingers, hooking them into her and stimulating that sensitive spot he knew from Christmas.
With his mouth temporarily freed, he begged her, "Cum for me, love, cum on my face, I want it." He then returned his lapping tongue to her clit, furiously flicking it back and forth.
"HARRYYYY!" the sound of her scream was muffled for him as Ginny clamped her muscular thighs on either side of his head, covering his ears and feeling like she would crush his skull. Her whole body spasmed as her orgasm crashed through her, her hips bucking wildly as she mindlessly rutted against his face. Wave after wave of pleasure tore through her until she collapsed backward onto her pillow, her mind a foggy, useless mess.
But even then, he didn't stop. He had fallen completely in love with her pussy, and he kept devouring it, barely even noticing her hissing winces at how sensitive her clit now was in the afterglow of her orgasm.
"Harry…." she whispered meekly as she half-heartedly tried to squirm away from his assaulting tongue, but she quickly gave up as her pleasure started building again. Ginny had never considered that her boyfriend going down on her could be a submissive act for her, but there was no doubt who was in control at the moment. Harry had looped his muscular arms around her legs so her thighs rested in the crook of his elbows, and he had her in an iron grip and he pressed her pelvis into his face as he gobbled up every drop of juices she was giving him. He snaked his palms up her trembling stomach and reached her chest, softly kneading her tits as his tongue didn't miss a beat while pleasuring her. The assault of multiple points of pleasure was too much for Ginny, and she passively came on his face a second time, barely having the energy to spasm or arch her back.
Finally showing mercy on her, Harry gave her pussy one more loving kiss before climbing back to face her. She cupped his face and kissed him deeply, licking his lips and sucking on his tongue, savoring the taste of herself on his mouth.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity of just laying on top of her kissing, Ginny seemed to have recovered, and Harry's cock was raging with impatience. Continuing to kiss her, Harry started clumsily removing his pyjama pants and boxers, until they were both completely naked on her bed. Ginny broke their kiss to gaze in awe at his engorged cock. She quivered with anticipation, and Harry was ready to give what she wanted.
He positioned himself above her and placed the tip of his cock at her wet, inviting entrance. "Ready?" he asked her. She tore her eyes away from his throbbing cock and looked him in the eyes, and he saw steel resolve in them.
"No."
"Wh — WHAT!?"
He was so confused and alarmed he didn't protest when she grabbed him, flipped him onto his back and started kissing him again.
"But — I thought you wanted —"
"Oh I do, Harry. But if you fuck me now, you're going to make me cum again. And I'm not letting you run up the score on me, Potter." She started moving her kisses down his chest and stomach.
Relieved, Harry started chuckling. "Always so competitive, aren't you?" he said playfully, "That's really going to get you into trouble one day, you kno — FUCK!"
He screamed in a very un-manly, high-pitched voice as, in one motion, Ginny opened her mouth and swallowed his entire cock to the hilt, pressing her nose into his pubic hairs. His entire length being sheathed in hot wetness short-circuited his brain, and he actually felt her throat muscles throbbing in time with him.
Even with her throat bulging from the thick cock she had taken, Ginny still smiled smugly into her lover's hairs. That was exactly the reaction from him she had been practicing for. Before he could get too used to it, she removed her head from him and started breathing again.
"Language, love," Ginny scolded him as she smiled up at his face innocently and started stroking his now-wet cock.
"Sorry…." was all Harry could muster. At that moment he would obey anything she said.
"Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully, pursing and rubbing her red painted lips, "I think I'm wearing too much makeup. This lipstick doesn't rub off, as I'm sure you've noticed after how much you've snogged me, I need a special ingredient."
"Okay? What is it?" he wasn't sure why she was bringing this up, her makeup looked perfect.
"Oh, it's something you can give me, actually," Ginny said playfully. Then, she stuck out her tongue and placed a long, wet lick on the underside of his cock, from his balls to his tip. As he groaned, Ginny looked at his cock and smiled with satisfaction at the drops of precum already there.
Harry watched as she puckered her lips and pressed his tip to them, treating his cock like a tube of lipstick as she applied his pre-cum to her lips. She pursed them and then pressed a firm kiss to his abdomen, and with the magic lifted it left a perfect blood red kiss mark on his skin. She continued kissing him all over his crotch, up and down his cock, even his balls until his whole lower body was covered with her marks claiming him.
"You're making a mess, love," he smiled down at her, running his fingers through her hair.
"Mmm, I'm just getting started." And she took his rod back into her mouth, sucking her lips tight around him and bobbing her head up and down until she had smeared her ruby lipstick all over his shaft.
"Fuck Gin, you're a natural at that."
Encouraged by him, she started building up a rhythm, swallowing him to the hilt before pulling back again to his head, timing her breathing. Harry threw his head back and started moaning incoherently, bucking his hips up to meet her movements. The sensations attacking every nerve in his cock overwhelmed him and he started spewing words at her that would have horrified him an hour ago.
"Oh yeah baby, you've been practicing that haven't you, poor girl you've literally been gagging for it, such a slut for my cock, you're so fucking good."
The stream of demeaning filth coming from her sweet boyfriend was too much for Ginny, her hand seemed to move of its own accord between her legs and she started aggressively fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit in time with her sucking.
To Ginny's delight, Harry's breathing quickened and she could tell he wasn't going to last long, which was exactly what she wanted. She had no interest in teasing him or edging him like she did at New Year's, she wanted to teach him a lesson and put him in his place. She was going to make him cum in record time and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Fuck Gin, Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCKFUCKFUCK!"
He grabbed her by the back of the head with both hands, shoved her down on his cock hard, and came straight down her throat. The feeling of his thick cock spasming as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into her — feeding her — pushed Ginny over the edge as she came hard, soaking her own hands.
She kept him in her mouth even as his spasms slowed and died, taking in a deep breath when he shrank enough to allow her to breath again. She sucked on his cock once more, making him wince from its new sensitivity, before she let him flop out of her mouth and climbed back up to meet him. She gave a smug smile when she saw him staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes. She curled up against his side, pressing her naked body against his and began kissing his neck.
"Well — I hope — that teaches you — to be arrogant," she scolded him between kisses, "Don't act so cocky when you're not the only one here with mental oral skills."
Then, to her annoyance, he chuckled, "What happened to not letting me run up the score, though?"
"Hey!" she poked him in the chest, "I made myself cum that time. You don't get credit for that, Potter."
"Oh yes, I'm sure the fact that you were blowing my cock had nothing to do with it."
"Exactly. Pure coincidence."
They lapsed into a contented silence, completely at peace entwined in each other, her rubbing his chest and him stroking and smelling her fiery locks.
It struck Ginny how unbelievable it was that she was here. Actually with him. She thought back on all the people that had teased her for her childish crush, the ridiculous jealousy she had felt toward Cho Chang, Parvati, and even Luna, and she started deliriously laughing.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, and she could hear the smile he was wearing.
"Oh, nothing." Then after a moment, she added, "Was just thinking about all the girls that would kill to be where I am right now."
Harry rolled his eyes and moved a hand to mess the back of his hair. "Oh come on, all that's only because of the 'Chosen One' nonsense."
Well, looks like we're doing this AGAIN, thought Ginny. She shifted so that she was on top of him, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him.
"Seriously?" she asked, "How are you still this fucking dumb?"
"I'm not dumb!" he said defensively, "It would be dumb to buy my own hype, wouldn't it? All of the girl stuff only started when I was proven right about Voldemort being back and the 'Chosen One' rumours started going around. Hermione said —"
"Harry," she cut him off, trying to keep her patience, "I think we can agree that I am the expert on what makes you hot, not Hermione. We both know by now that Hermione has terrible taste in men." Harry suppressed a laugh.
"So, first of all," she continued, "Yes, love, I'm sure all the private, covert lessons from Dumbledore are just something he does with tons of students, because the 'Chosen One' rumour is just 'nonsense.' Don't think that I'm stupid, Harry." He looked away from her.
"Second of all, this did not only start after our trip to the Ministry, you were just too angry at the world and angsting about Cho bloody Chang to notice. The entire female population of the sodding school was talking about who you would ask to the Yule Ball, girls have been wanting to snog you since forever."
"But it's the same thing. Those girls don't actually fancy me, they fancy The Boy Who Lived. They don't know me. If they actually got to know me, they'd realize I was just a normal bloke who got a protection spell from his mother, that there's nothing exceptional about me, and they'd get over it"
Ginny snorted and gestured up and down at their naked bodies, "Um, I'm a former fame-stricken fangirl who got to know you as a person, does it look like that made me 'get over it?'"
"Well…."
"And did I miss the other 'normal blokes' who save girls from monsters, or fly circles around dragons, or lead underground resistance cells? Is that all stuff you got from your mother too?"
"Well when you put it like that—"
"That's not why people are drawn to you, Harry," Ginny said resolutely, not joking anymore, "You're kind. And brave. You….have more love to give than anyone I've ever met. You move heaven and earth to help the people you care about, and to fight for the things you believe in. And, not quite as dramatically, you're just a big laugh, and have a wicked smart mouth. A mouth I now know can eat pussy like a master. And when all that fails, you're just devastatingly beautiful to look at." She felt his cock twitch against her belly.
Harry smiled down at her. "You just described yourself, Gin."
"No, I don't think I could eat pussy as good as you—"
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do," she smiled sweetly back, "thank you."
She felt his cock twitch again. She lifted herself up and looked down. Evidently all this talk of pussy was getting him ready again. And she wasn't going to waste another round blowing him. She looked up back into his eyes and they both knew.
She pushed herself up on her knees and straddled his thighs, stroking him until he was rock hard again. She pressed his length flat against her abdomen, looking with excitement at how far he was going to reach into her.
"And that, you sexy bastard, is why so many girls wish they were me right now."
She lifted herself up and positioned the head of his cock, pressed against her glistening entrance.
"They all want you," she breathed, steeling herself, "but you're — mine."
They both moaned as she lowered herself onto him, and he finally — finally — entered her, for the first of what they knew would be thousands of times. Ginny threw her head back in complete bliss. She felt herself stretch around him, her lips gripping him, and she felt complete. Harry was in her like nothing had ever been before, giving her something she never knew she was missing. Her clit pressed against his pelvis just as the tip of his cock bottomed out against her cervix. He was the perfect size and shape for her. She knew that from now on, every moment he wasn't in her she would feel empty and lonely.
Harry's mind broke as he felt his shaft enter her wet heat, her inner walls caressing and molding around him, lighting every nerve of his length on fire. As he looked down in awe at the point where their bodies were joined, he saw now how ridiculous he was being an hour ago, about how they had been together for a short time. He had been waiting his whole life for this.
For a moment, they just sat there, relishing in the sensation of their connection and trying not to come apart instantly. Everything was perfect. The dark times happening outside didn't exist. As long as this cock was in this pussy, the world was a wonderful place.
Then, of course, Harry still felt the need to be a bloody gentleman.
"Are you okay?" he breathed, "I mean, I heard that it can hurt the first time—"
"You silly boy," Ginny laughed at him, smiling down at the man she loved, "I've been riding a broom every night of my life since I was six, you really thought I still had a hymen? Although….this is definitely my new favorite stick to ride."
She started rocking her hips back and forth, not so much letting him in and out of her (she didn't want to let a single inch of him go if she could help it), as pressing and rubbing her clit up and down his crotch, and moving so that his length kept hitting all the most sensitive parts inside of her, pressing into spots she never even knew existed.
Ginny started to growl as she built up a powerful rhythm, and Harry let out a whimper, both from pleasure and frustration, feeling an urge to properly slam into her.
"Oooh yeah, baby, I love those little noises you make," she cooed at him, clawing her fingernails into his chest, "Because I know you're trying to hold them in, aren't you? Don't hold back, Harry, tell me how much you love my pussy."
"Love it. Love it so fucking much. Never want to leave it." Harry struggled to form words as the pleasure coming from his cock assaulted his brain. He was helpless as he looked up at the goddess that was his girlfriend, holding onto her freckled thighs for dear life as she rode him harder and harder.
"Oh yeah, that's what I want to hear," she growled, "I want you completely unable to keep your filthy hands off me. I want you addicted to being inside of me. Shatter all of that willpower of yours."
She was riding him like a madwoman now, her eyes boring into Harry with veela-like fire, betraying something sadistic. "I want you incapable of looking at me or thinking about me without getting hard. I'm going to turn you into as big a slut for my pussy as I am for your co—o—ooooock Harry your wonderful cock I'm going to cum on your cock fuuuuuuuck!"
Harry felt his lover's spasming pussy clench around his cock, and watched as her whole body twitched in pleasure, her restless hands roaming involuntarily all over her own perfect body, from her hips, to her bouncing breasts, to the top of her head, bunching her silky red hair on top of it.
Ginny was slowing after coming down from the high of her climax, but the sight and feeling of her, combined with Harry's own desperate need for release, broke his control. He bent his knees to support her with his thighs, grabbed her hip tightly with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, and started lifting and slamming her down onto his cock.
Ginny's eyes flew open as her boyfriend started properly fucking her harder than she thought was possible. Now, it was his turn to growl and her turn to whimper, their voices mixed with the wet sounds of their flesh loudly slapping together, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them.
"Mine," was the only actual word he could form.
"Yours," she agreed weakly. She loved that she could bring out this side of him. The considerate gentleman of a moment ago was gone, replaced by something mindless and ancient. Something that knew nothing but an animalistic, masculine instinct to fuck. To mate. To breed.
Every time he drove into her, he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure from Ginny, and every time he withdrew, her core muscles involuntarily resisted, so desperate she was to keep him inside her. But there was nothing she could do. Her mind was so shredded and her body so limp that she was simply along for the ride. She was no longer Ginny Weasley, the feisty tomboy and Quidditch prodigy. She wasn't even a person anymore. She was an object. A tight wet hole for him to jerk himself off into. He was in such control as he lifted her up and down that he was basically masturbating with her. It was her only purpose in life and she was happy to fulfill it.
"Fuck, Gin, Fuck," Harry grunted as he sped up his violations of her, and she knew he was close. But even now, he was holding back, trying to last longer.
"Harry," she said firmly, and he met her eyes once again. Using just her eyes and voice, she took back control.
"Cum, Harry," she commanded, "Cum in my tight pussy. Fill me up. Now!"
Harry roared as he slammed her down to his hilt, penetrating her as far as he could and staying there as his cock shot rope after rope deep into her womb.
Ginny could feel his cock twitching and pumping inside of her, and she felt the explosion of hot liquid into her innermost core, and it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. The knowledge that he was cumming inside of her, that he was leaving a piece of him in her, claiming her, pushed Ginny over the edge and she reached her own climax again.
She threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling as she came as she had never cum in her life before. It consumed her. Her cunt was squeezing his cock ravenously, hungrily drinking every last drop of cum from him, and for a flashing moment the same ancient instinct took hold of her, and she silently prayed that he had impregnated her, as if the force of her orgasm had sent her shattered mind careening years into the future.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, both their bodies went so limp that she couldn't sit up, and he couldn't hold her, and she lifelessly collapsed into his chest, her hair flipping forward and enveloping him in a red curtain that overwhelmed him with her scent, and as far as Harry knew this was heaven.
They didn't know how long they lay there, desperately trying to catch their breath, before finally settling into each other's embrace. They both drifted between sleep and consciousness for a time, still connected, until Ginny lifted herself up just enough to look him in the eyes.
"Well….that was…."
"Good?" Harry finished.
Ginny buried her face in his chest as she laughed. He was back to his old self.
"'Good?'" she repeated, "That's one way to put it. I would have gone with 'a mind-shredding spiritual experience,' myself."
"Oh damn," Harry laughed, "I can't help but agree, though. It's gonna be hard to go back."
Ginny frowned at him. "Go back? To what? You plan on friendzoning me again?"
"No! I mean going back to being in bed alone. I'm going to find a way to shag you at school, but it certainly won't be as often as I'd like."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Oh Harry, are you under the mistaken impression that you aren't going to be fucking me every single day?"
Harry smiled and stroked her hair. "As lovely as that would be, Gin, I don't see how it can happen. We're two students with a shit-ton of work — you're in your O.W.L. year — and no rooms to ourselves."
"Um, I'm going to fuck you in your dormitory," Ginny said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You know girls are able to go into the boys' dormitories, Hermione has gone up there before."
"Not to shag!" said Harry incredulously, "At least, as far as I know. I share that room with four other blokes, two of which are your brother and ex-boyfriend!"
"We can silence your curtains, and you can give me your Invisibility Cloak," she said reasonably, as if in a classroom debate, "Can you think of a better use for it in the middle of the night?"
"...Well not right now," Harry muttered.
Ginny battered her eyelashes at him, as if she were shyly flirting with him and not currently laying nude on top of him with his flaccid cock still inside her. "You want to be a good boyfriend, don't you Harry? You want to make your girlfriend happy?"
"More than anything, love." He meant it. Killing Voldemort seemed so unimportant right now compared to making Ginny happy.
"Well, to be a good boyfriend to a cumslut like me," she said in a sweet voice, "then you have to cum in her every day. It just comes with the territory." At her words, she felt his cock come to life again, growing and hardening inside of her.
"Mmmmm" she hummed, starting to kiss his neck, "You know I can never get enough of you, baby, but after the pounding my pussy just took I'm a little sore."
"That's okay," Harry whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her small form, "I can go easy on you."
"Don't tease me or I'll have to ride you to hell and back again." But she didn't resist as he rolled them so that she was on her back, once again completely engulfed in his weight pressing her down into the bed.
He kissed her deeply, but not as fiercely as they had before, lazily swirling his tongue around hers as he built up a slow, gentle rhythm, gliding in and out of her wetness with ease, and she moaned softly into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. This was a different kind of bliss. A less intense kind of pleasure, what made it wonderful was how easy and natural it felt. No desperate, instinctual mating, just enjoying their bodies being joined the way they were meant to be.
With all their aggressive, pent up frustration and energy expended, they were finally making love.
As Harry's thrusts started getting faster, he broke his kiss so he could breathe, but rested his forehead against Ginny's and looked into her beautiful chocolate eyes.
"Ginny, I'm close again."
"So am I, love. Cum in me and I'll cum with you, I love the feeling of you cumming in me so much."
His rhythm increased more. "Oh yeah, Gin, I'm close. Love you so fucking much. Gonna cum in you. I'm cumming."
"Yes, love, please!" She latched onto him by wrapping her powerful legs around his bum and drew him as close as she could as she felt him plant another load of cum inside of her, and held onto his head for dear life as she furiously kissed him. The now-familiar feeling triggered her own orgasm and she nearly sobbed into his mouth from all the happy chemicals her brain was swimming in.
Finally, they were both completely spent, and he drew himself out of her (his cock felt so cold and exposed to the outside world without her inviting warmth) and laid down next to her, giving his bicep to her to use as a pillow as she backed up into him and they just lay there spooning for a while.
When he couldn't put it off anymore, he whispered into her ear, "Gin, I've got to get back."
"Mmmm, noooo," she whined sleepily, turning around and burying her face into his neck, inhaling his scent. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, desperately clinging to him. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever."
"We're getting up early tomorrow. Do you want your mother finding me here?"
"I don't care," she said with complete honesty.
"Well I do. If a raging Molly Weasley chases me away from your house forever, I'll have to find another way to floo back to school, and that would be a big inconvenience."
He removed himself from her limbs and got up from the bed. She sat up to sadly watch him get dressed. There would never be a more tragic sight than Harry Potter putting on clothes.
Once he was done, he gave her one last passionate kiss, hoping to pour every ounce of his love into her, before wishing her good night and leaving through her bedroom door.
Ginny resigned herself to also getting dressed, since the room seemed so much colder with him gone. When she got back into the bed, it somehow seemed far too big for just one person. She was more determined than ever to never go another day of her life without making love to her incredible boyfriend.
She laid back, closed her eyes, and replayed her recent memories as she drifted off into pleasant dreams.
That's the end of "Harry's Happiest Christmas." I'm planning a sequel fic that continues after they go back to school.