Dedicated to The Queen herself, lilyevansJan30 as a part of the Ginny Lovers Ginuary Fic Exchange.
Harry and Ginny have a free afternoon together and she decides to pay him a visit.
It was a rare free afternoon for both of them. The students had finished their exams, Harry had every term paper, assignment, and test graded, and the Harpies didn't have practice for once. While there was still the End of Term Feast, Harry didn't think his absence would be noted. (How wrong he was. Did he really think the Minerva McGonagall didn't know when a Potter was missing from a Feast? She could only - rightly - assume a certain red-head was behind it, as they had often been.)
And so as Ginny flooed into his quarters his heart skipped a beat at the mischievous glint in her chocolate eyes that let him know, she had a scheme plotted.
His jaw dropped in shock at seeing his girlfriend. They had plans to meet tomorrow after her last day of practice. Before he could voice these concerns, she was already talking.
"I have an idea," she announced, before she had even fully exited the Floo. She drew out her wand and quickly blew away the soot, then flicked her wrist and summoned the Marauder's Map and his Invisibility Cloak.
They soared from the untidy pile near his desk. Ginny stood across the room, ready to catch them as they flew to her, but sadly, Harry was still quicker, and grabbed both items from the air before they reached her hands.
"Gin," he began, "aren't you supposed to be on a broom?" he asked, genuinely concerned why she was ditching practice.
"Gwenog let us out early. I don't think it was entirely selfless on her part," she answered plainly. "So I took the opportunity I saw."
"Which require these?" Harry questioned, holding up the intercepted items.
The playfulness danced in her eyes before she replied. "Maybe my plans might need some discretion," she proposed flirtatiously.
"Discretion?" he repeated, mock seriousness coating his words. "Ginny, I am a professor now, I'm supposed to set an example."
Her eyes shined brighter as his smirk began to pull on his lips, and Harry knew his ruse wasn't going to last long. He couldn't keep much hidden from her, much being the key word. He had so far been successful in hiding a certain ring from her, but that wasn't as present on his mind.
"I'm sorry, Professor," she purred, emphasizing the word, which did nothing for his resolve not to let her do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it, if that resolve existed at all. "I thought sneaking about might be better than blatantly breaking the rules. Or are you saying you keep the Cloak here for memory's sake?" she teased, the smile threatening to break free, like the sun parting the clouds.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, you may be correct. Sneaking does seem to have its advantages."
And there was her brilliant smile. It lit up the room as her all encompassing grin shone brighter than the stars. He couldn't help but smile in return, afterall, she was here and so was he.
This was how Harry found himself being dragged out of the castle, tight together under his cloak as she consulted the map to avoid obstacles. Though she did not seem entirely inclined to do so, as they had passed directly by Mrs. Norris, who hissed at them the entire time.
"I swear, those eyes can see through this cloak," Harry whispered conspiratorially, his mouth moving against her outer ear, hot breath brushing her hair. She shivered next to his arm, which only sent triumph coursing through his body. After all this time, she still had such a reaction to him.
"Maybe you're just too loud," she whispered back, eyes still focused on the map, trying to ignore his presence behind her. She was a woman with a mission, and it did not involve being in the castle - this time.
But Harry couldn't help himself. He brushed his fingers lightly against her arm, pulling her hair away from her neck
They now stood, stationed by the Main Hall doors, and Harry wondered silently to himself what exactly they were waiting for. His unspoken question was soon answered as the sound of thundering footsteps grew nearer, and Ginny smiled to herself as the door burst open and Hagrid's huge frame filled the door. This must have been the cue she was waiting for, because quick as lightning, she grabbed Harry's hand and darted past the half-giant before he could close the door behind him.
Outside, the setting sun could barely be seen past the thick mass of grey clouds. Checking the map once more, Ginny pulled the cloak off them both.
"No reason for it to get soaked, everyone's inside and heading towards the Great Hall. We won't be seen," she said, voice still quiet despite her words. Anticipation shot through Harry. He still had no idea what she had planned, but the glint in her eyes was promising.
The rain began to fall quietly on the damp grounds, the drops pattering against the soft grass as her shoes squelched in the mud. His warm hand was clamped in hers, the rain slicking past their skin as she drug him out past the Quidditch pitch. Her clothes began to grip tightly to her frame, and although Harry had seen her a thousand times, he loved seeing her like this. Her thin white damp shirt clung to her chest, tight against her abdomen and over her pants. Ginny's bright ginger hair had darkened from the rain, but this remarkably warm rain wasn't what was making Harry shiver. Ginny still had that look in her eyes, and she still hadn't told him anything.
"Ginny," he said, trying to stop their walking.
"Not yet," she answered.
They finally came to a stop by a tree just in view of the pitch by the lake. Their spot. The spot where Harry had taken her not so many years ago after finally building up the courage to kiss her. She turned to face him, wet hair clinging to her freckled face, chocolate eyes shining with mirth.
"Oh Harry," she said, teasingly. "You didn't cast the spell on your glasses," she fake mocked. "You'll just have to take them off." And her tongue darted out to lick her lips as her hands reached up to remove them.
"Well, this isn't very fair," he chuckled. "Now I'm blind and still don't know what's going on."
"You don't?" she asked disbelievingly. "I would have thought that you would have guessed what's going to happen by now."
But before he could talk, she was pressed up against him, her face coming into focus with this close proximity. Instinctively, his hands went to her lower back, his head already lowering to her to press his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He could taste the rain on her lips, the water mingling with a taste that was just so inherently Ginny. She returned his kiss fervently, deepening the heated kiss as she ran her tongue along his lips this time. His hands moved up her slick clothing, pushing up the fabric so he could touch her impossibly smooth skin, his hands, roughened from years of Quidditch, and now chalk, seemed to drag against her in a way he never thought seemed comfortable, but Ginny loved it. Her own hands came up to tangle in his wet hair, her nails scratching at that spot just at the nape of his neck that never failed to make him groan.
Ginny smirked into the kiss, breaking away to smile up at him. "Do you understand now?" she asked, that mischievousness still dancing in her eyes.
Harry didn't answer, instead he took the distance to push her shirt the rest of the way off, and her eyes darkened in response. She reached for his shirt, deftly undoing the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders.
She groaned, "I thought I was supposed to be the fit one now. You're a professor, what are they feeding you? We never had a professor this hot," she complained in a falsely whining tone.
Harry laughed, "What? You don't think Hagrid's hot?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "It must be this air. It's good for you."
She gave him an appreciative once over before moving her hands from his now bare chest to his pants. But instead of undoing his belt, she reached towards his back pocket and pulled out his wand. After casting a few privacy charms, she returned it to its place, and ran her fingers just slightly along the band of his pants until she was once again at his belt. Harry's breathing grew shaky, and it took an inordinate amount of self control not to push her hands aside and to quicken her actions. The only thing that stopped him was that look in her eyes. He knew she wouldn't let him, she was in charge today.
But before she could act, Harry was once again kissing her. Her lips pressed hard against his, their kiss growing more heated as gasps filling the quiet air around them. Harry's hand roamed her body from her lower back, one tangling in her fiery red locks and the other unclasping her bra so he could move his attention there. He broke their kiss, moving his lips to her jaw, lightly biting down her neck as she tilted her head to allow him full access. Her faint moans became louder as his mouth moved over her breast, his tongue darting out over the pink bud. His other hand moved to fondle the other, lightly pinching and rolling between his fingers. She pulled his face back to hers, her tongue brushing over his lips and her hands moving down his abdomen.
Undoing his belt, she began to push his pants down his legs, but Harry grabbed his wand and conjured a blanket, set a warming charm and brought the both of them to lay on it. Their tree provided a canopy of sorts from the rain, with only a few drops still passing through. Laying side by side, Harry finished removing his pants before moving on to Ginny's. He ran his hands over her beautiful creamy skin, relishing in its softness, the muscles beneath flexing with her breaths growing more labored, and he found himself completely enthralled. Her harsh breaths moved her chest, and he couldn't help but to press light kisses over every inch he could reach as he worked his way down, slowly inching away the fabric that stood between them.
As he made his way back up to her, he softly kissed the small spot just below her ankle, moving ever so slowly to kiss her calf, her knee, getting closer and closer to her center. He licked a slow path up her thighs as Ginny let out a shallow groan from frustration. She hated being teased, but would usually let Harry do it, only because she knew the pay off would be worth it. As he neared her, her hands went back to his hair, now nearly soaked from the rain. She was tugging it and twisting her legs to move Harry just that much closer.
He chuckled. "Somebody's impatient." His voice sounded much deeper than normal.
She groaned, louder this time. "Potter, I swear if you don-" but a moan cut her off as Harry's mouth worked its own kind of magic on her.
He had pressed a kiss directly on her clit and with short, hard licks, had built her up. He switched between long, lazy swirls of his tongues and a direct pressure that would make her legs tighten around his head. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was grateful that she had removed his glasses, for surely they would have snapped at the brilliant movements, but a small part was sad that he couldn't see her face. He loved watching her as she came undone.
His hands moved from her thighs in a slow, torturing way, with one lithe finger he slid slowly into her hot center and her hands tightened their grip in his hair. With the other, he reached up and began his menstrations once more on her taut peak. His finger moved in and out, matching the movements of his mouth. As Ginny clamped her legs once more, he quickened his tongue, pressing harder with each lick until her moans heightened. Her hands in his hair grew more frantic, her legs tightening around him and he knew she was close. Adding a second finger, he swirled them faster, and with one final move, she came undone. He slowed his motions, never stopping until her breathing came back to a more normal rhythm.
Her hands tugged at his head, pulling his face up to hers. Ginny's legs came to wrap around his torso, and with a move he swear he had seen her do on a broom, she rolled them over to where she was hovering over him. She brought a hand down to Harry's almost forgotten about erection. He had barely noticed his own arousal, just relishing in hers. But now he moaned at the feeling.
She pumped him in her hand a few times before settling herself over him. She pushed him inside of her, her head rolling back as she began moving over him. He groaned as she let out a gasp, and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
His hands rested on her bum, kneading the soft skin between his hands. She grabbed for them and brought them to her chest, in silent instruction. Instead, he leaned forward, capturing a peak in his mouth, and moved one hand between them. He rolled his thumb over her clit, in time with their thrusts. Too soon, he felt her walls tightening on him and felt himself growing closer to his own edge.
"Ginny," he breathed heavily.
"Me too," she answered his unspoken words.
She quickened her pace and Harry's hand matched. Their groans and the sound of their skin sliding against one another filled the air. Ginny pulled Harry's mouth to hers and pressed a searing kiss against his lips as her walls clamped against his member in an enticing rhythm. Harry's own orgasm followed quickly, and their motions slowed as they breathed heavily into one another.
Ginny's head came to rest on his shoulder, her panting breath filling his ear. She let out a soft chuckle as she looked around them.
"Harry?" she asked quietly.
He made a small noise in the back of his throat.
"Do you think we could still make the Feast?"
He laughed in response and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sure we could make something happen, after all, I had to keep my Weasley fed."
"You do if you want to do that again."