chapter two
It wasn't very long before Ginny and Harry met up, once again. It was about a week after they'd made the decision to be friends with benefits.
The weather had been particularly warm that day, and she could tell by the way the weather had shifted that it would be a hot summer. The air within her flat had become sweltering, and she had stripped down to a t-shirt and her knickers, opening the window in hopes that a breeze would come through.
Her thoughts were wandering towards other hot things when she heard a chime announcing a visitor through her floo. She had a preapproved list of people who could visit, but she wasn't expecting anyone. Hurriedly, she searched for a pair of shorts. Finally, in a pile of clean laundry that she'd promised herself she would soon put away, Ginny found an old, threadbare pair of shorts that she'd had since she'd been fifteen. They were almost sheer now, but under the circumstances, she decided they'd have to do.
Finally, she did the approval charm for the floo, and her visitor arrived in a flash of green flames. As soon as her visitor arrived in a heap, covered in soot, at her grate, she knew it was Harry, even all dirty. No one else was quite so uncoordinated with the floo network.
"Hello," Ginny greeted, coming over to help him up.
Harry coughed, soot expelling out of his mouth. "Yuck," he grunted, then said, "Hey, Gin."
With a quick flourish, Ginny cleaned the soot off Harry. There he was—now she could recognize more than just his hair and clumsiness.
"What brings you by?" she asked, curiously. It had been long enough since she and Harry had last spoken that she'd wondered if their last interaction had been some sort of hallucination.
"Well, er, I was thinking about, things…"
"Oh, things. Yes, that clears things up, Harry," she told him.
He rolled his eyes at Ginny's sarcasm. "Remember that talk we had?"
Ginny thought about continuing to tease him but decided that she would act with mercy—this time. "Yes, I remember."
"Well," he began again, sounding more awkward as he went on, fumbling with his words. "I kind of wanted to, erm…"
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "Shag?"
He nodded, looking relieved that she had helped him. Ginny looked him over and thought of how her own thoughts of his body had been lingering just moments before, as well. "Sure, I've got time."
Their clothes soon disappeared, and Harry was sheathed deep within Ginny's core.
This would be a very satisfying arrangement indeed, Ginny decided.
H&G
A month or so later, Ginny sat with Harry in her flat, sharing a bag of crisps as they listened to the Wireless.
"But, Cornelia, we can't—"
Ginny rolled her eyes at the cliché program and turned to look at Harry, who was munching on a crisp and listening intently.
She wanted to turn the program off, but it was Harry's favourite. If someone else had asked him, of course, he would have said he'd never listened to it. Ron would certainly make fun of him—he would never be caught dead listening to "Spells of Our Hearts."
When the program finally went to a commercial break, she said, "I'm bored."
Harry turned to look at her. "You're bored?"
She nodded.
"Do you have an idea of something better to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow above his glasses.
"Well, I could give you a massage," she offered. "With a happy ending."
Now both of Harry's eyebrows raised above his glasses. "A happy ending?"
She mimed wanking him off and his eyes widened, cheeks darkening a bit.
"Really?" he asked.
"As long as you return the favour," Ginny said, grinning wickedly.
"Sounds like a plan," he told her, jumping up from her sofa and throwing the bag of crisps down on the small table in front of them.
They hurried to Ginny's bedroom. Harry laid down on the bed while Ginny began to dig through her wardrobe. She pulled out a bottle of massage potion and a piece of dark green lingerie.
Harry was disrobing quickly, so Ginny rushed to pull her own clothes off and the lingerie on when he wasn't looking. When he turned around to look at her, she had pulled on the babydoll and was holding the potion bottle for him.
She could see his eyes darken with lust as she approached him. Ginny smirked at him, unscrewing the stopper on the bottle as she climbed onto the bed. She moved to straddle Harry, pouring the potion onto his bare back.
She watched as he shivered from the cold potion. He would warm up soon enough, she thought, as she began to rub it into his skin.
Ginny felt herself heating up the more she touched him, and Harry moaned as her hands rubbed at a particularly tense spot in his back. "If you're not careful with those sounds, your massage might get cut short," Ginny threated.
She felt Harry chuckle underneath her hands. She made her way lower down his back, rubbing sensuously as she arrived at his bum, giving him a cheeky pinch before she continued the massage.
Ginny laid a kiss at his waistline as she continued down his legs.
When it was time for Harry to roll over onto his back, she discovered that he was incredibly hard.
She grinned as she poured some of the potion onto his chest and began to rub.
When she was done with his chest and shoulders, Ginny poured some potion into her hand, as well. Warming the potion in her hands, she began to stroke up and down his length, already imagining the way it would feel inside her.
With a sudden jerk, Harry was sitting up and bringing her lips to his. Ginny pulled herself closer to him, rubbing herself against his erection. Groaning, she ground down against him again.
Harry's hand was on her back now, playing with the hem of her babydoll. Ginny kissed her way down his cheek and jaw, to Harry's neck where she placed a chaste kiss before she gently bit down on the soft skin between his jaw and ear.
Harry trembled for a moment beneath her before he brought his hand that had been on her back to Ginny's front. He slid it inside her knickers, sliding his fingers through her wetness.
Ginny moaned and bucked against his hand. Pulling her knickers aside, she grabbed his cock and placed it at her opening.
"Can I?" she asked.
Harry nodded eagerly and Ginny lowered herself down onto his length, groaning in pleasure as she felt him fill her.
They began to move together, kissing, touching, and thrusting until finally, Harry brought a hand forward to Ginny's clit, rubbing it gently in a small, circular motion that threw her over the edge. She saw stars, back arching and body shaking as she came down from her high. Harry finished inside her as she came back to her senses and Ginny laid down on top of him bonelessly.
She placed a kiss gently on his chest and looked up at him.
He was looking at her, as well.
As their eyes met, Ginny's heart skipped a beat as she realized the feeling of utter contentment that was radiating within her body.
Oh, Merlin, she thought. I'm properly fucked.
H&G
"Sweet Merlin," Ginny complained. "Why is it so bloody hot?"
She fanned herself, sweating unpleasantly. She was in a thin vest top and a pair of skimpy shorts, and she still couldn't seem to cool down. It had to be the hottest summer on record—even hotter than that summer before her fourth year had been, when they'd spent the whole bloody summer in Grimmauld Place sweating as they had cleaned decades' worth of filth.
Now, she was standing in line for some sort of amusement ride, as Hermione had called it, at a Muggle funfair. It seemed that the line barely moved forward, and she felt like she'd been waiting for ages.
"It does get hot in the summer, usually," Ron told her, his own face pink from the heat.
Ginny sneered at her brother and moved forward a bit towards the Muggle in front of her, who had also inched further.
"You don't have to be so rude," Ginny said.
Ron rolled his eyes and Ginny left the discussion, turning towards Hermione and Harry.
"So, I've seen this thing moving, and heard the Muggles screaming. Are we sure this is safe?"
It was Harry who grinned at her. "Yeah, they check these hourly as a safety precaution. But it's good fun—almost as good as riding a broom."
Hermione shushed them, looking pointedly at the Muggles surrounding them.
"Sorry," Harry apologized.
Ginny couldn't imagine anything being more thrilling than a broom ride, but she didn't tell Harry that.
She glanced back at the Muggles flying by on the metal cage holding them up, high in the air, listening to their screams. Some sounded full of terror rather than joy.
"I hope we don't die," Ron muttered.
"Ron," Hermione chastised. "This is as safe as anything else we've gotten up to."
"That's not really reassuring, 'Mione," Ron said. Harry nodded in agreement with his best mate.
"Fair point," Hermione said. "But I promise—the laws of physics don't allow for anything to happen to us."
"What are physics?" Ginny asked.
Hermione's face paled and Ginny couldn't help but chuckle.
Eventually, they were at the front of the line and they piled in, two by two, into the long train of little caged cars.
Ginny, of course, sat next to Harry.
"Er, sorry," Ginny apologized as her bare thigh brushed against Harry's hand while they tried to figure out the seatbelts.
"S'alright," Harry said, avoiding her gaze.
Suddenly, Ginny remembered the night, not too long ago, that they'd spent in each other's company… They'd gotten some Indian takeaway from one of Harry's favourite Muggle restaurants nearby and had been eating together on the sofa, watching a Muggle film on Harry's tellyvision.
One thing had led to another—as they often did when the two got together, these days—and they'd ended up in bed, and then subsequently in the shower.
Ginny shook her head of the memories, blushing hotly. She glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye as she continued to focus on trying to buckle herself in. She needn't have feared—the Muggle attendant in a blue polo shirt came by to check on her seatbelt. He tugged on it, and when it came loose, buckled it for her expertly, giving it one more tug before he checked Harry's.
With a hiss, the train began to push off slowly from the platform. Ginny's nerves grew and she found herself gripping Harry's hand as they began an ascent up the metal track. Now, she could only see their car and the sky above them as they continued to climb upwards.
She was gripping Harry's hand tightly, her heart beating wildly as they reached the peak of their climb. Now, she saw nothing ahead of her except the ground and sky. They sat there for a moment and Ginny wondered if they would ever go before the train let out another hiss and they plummeted forward, down, the ground coming closer and closer so quickly.
Ginny screamed, tightening her grip on Harry's hand even more as they continued to fall.
Harry was screaming as well, and she could hear Ron and Hermione's screams behind them.
"Put your hands up in the air!" Harry shouted.
"What?" Ginny asked.
He raised their clasped hands into the air and Ginny pulled them back down, feeling a strange pop in Harry's hand.
"We've got to hold on!" she shouted as the train rotated out of the fall and into a corkscrew turn.
The train performed a few more small bursts of acrobatics before it began another ascent, and as it did, Harry told her again, "Throw your hands up! It's even more fun!"
This time, Ginny did as he said, and as the train began to fall again, her arms high in the air, Ginny felt as if she were flying and she understood what Harry had meant about it being almost better than a broom ride.
She felt like she was free falling.
Finally, the train slowed down with another loud hiss and slowly pulled back onto the platform.
Ginny felt her adrenaline pumping as she was released from the car, her muscles tense and eyes bright as she jumped along with her brother, Hermione, and Harry.
"That was great!" Ginny told them excitedly.
"I told you you'd like it," Harry grinned, his green eyes also bright behind his glasses he'd charmed to stay put while they'd been in the carpark.
"Let's go again!" Ginny insisted.
"How about the big roller coaster?" Harry asked.
"Sounds great," Ginny agreed. She turned to Ron and Hermione. Hermione looked a little green as she took in the roller coaster with the large loop, and even higher peaks than the one they'd just rode.
"You go on ahead," Ron said, looking at his girlfriend. "We'll get some food and catch up to you."
Ginny grinned and nodded at her brother, silently commending him on sacrificing fun to keep Hermione comfortable.
"He's a good boyfriend, after all," she commented to Harry as they walked towards the large roller coaster, which, Ginny saw, was called Escape from the Tower of London.
"Are you surprised by that?" Harry asked, grinning widely.
"Well, I did grow up with the bloke. There were times I wondered if he'd even be likeable to a witch."
Harry laughed. "I imagine it was hard to grow up with brothers."
Ginny shrugged, looking at a food stall as they passed, and said, "It could have been worse, but I grew to love to fight."
"You did get into your fair share of those at Hogwarts," Harry agreed.
Ginny bared her muscles at him, trying not to think of Harry's muscles, and how they had been so taut as he'd been above her… "I'm a force to be reckoned with."
"That you are," he agreed as they got in line.
The line for this roller coaster wasn't as long as it had been for the last one, Widow Maker. Ginny didn't mind the shorter wait as they made it to the front much more quickly. She and Harry climbed into the car, buckling up properly and quickly this time.
"Ready?" Harry asked.
Ginny nodded, heart beginning to beat wildly with nerves once again. Unconsciously, she reached for Harry's hand once again.
"Alright?" Harry asked.
Ginny nodded and smiled. She expected Harry to take his hand from hers, but he continued to hold on and gave a tight squeeze as he smiled back at her reassuringly.
"This'll be fun," he assured her.
With a hiss, the train took off and Ginny was treated to a ride crazier than any broom ride she'd ever been on.
When they disembarked, Ginny couldn't stop smiling.
The rest of the day was filled with the occasional brush between Ginny and Harry whenever they got on rides together, each time reminding Ginny of that night they'd shared the week before. She tried to push the memories away, and sometimes was successful because of the adrenaline rush, but soon afterwards she was always reminded of the feeling that was growing within her core.
When she got home, she was nearly burning alive from the inside out.
At the end of the day, Ginny went to bed incredibly frustrated and slept fitfully—she tossed and turned all night, unable to get comfortable, until finally, she decided to do something about it.
She didn't bother to get dressed—she didn't need to. She threw her covers off and leapt from her bed, heading immediately to the fireplace. Reaching into the cannister of floo powder, Ginny tossed it into the fire and shouted, "Harry's House!"
Ginny stepped into the green flames and immediately did a cleaning charm on herself when she landed in Harry's living room. She glanced at her watch, suddenly uncertain of her decision. It was rather late…
Well, she was already here, she reasoned with herself.
Still, she was surprised to see that Harry was up, sitting on the sofa and reading a Quidditch magazine.
"Ginny?" Harry asked, looking up at her in confusion.
"I couldn't sleep," Ginny explained. "And I thought, maybe you couldn't sleep either."
"Well, you're not wrong," Harry replied sheepishly, gesturing at the Quidditch magazine. "I think I've been diagnosed by multiple Healers as an insomniac."
Ginny chuckled and joined him on the sofa.
"So," Harry began. "What were you doing to pass the time while you tried to sleep?"
Ginny nearly flushed but managed to control the infamous Weasley tell. "Oh, nothing, really. Mostly, I tossed and turned in bed."
"Is that right?"
Ginny nodded again, biting her lip.
"What were you thinking about while you were tossing and turning in your bed?"
She wasn't sure, but she could have sworn that Harry's eyes were growing to be a darker green than normal.
"How badly I need to be touched," Ginny told him honestly, heart beating almost as fast as it had earlier when they'd been at the Muggle funfair. "Do you think you might be able to help with that?"
"I'll see what I can do," Harry whispered, setting his magazine down on the side table and inching ever closer to her.
Ginny's stomach clenched in anticipation, watching avidly as his hand moved over her thigh, tantalising her in that way she'd come to crave ever since they'd started fooling around, months ago.
"What's the magic word?" Harry asked, smirking at her as his hand hovered over her core.
"Please, Harry," Ginny whined.
Still smirking, rather sexily, Ginny thought, Harry finally brought his hand to Ginny's clit through her shorts and began to rub in small circles. Unconsciously, Ginny arched her back, and then bucked her hips against Harry's hand.
While Harry was working his magic, Ginny brought her hands to the front of his trousers and began to rub as well.
"My, you got excited quickly," she commented. In response, he rubbed her clit more quickly and Ginny gasped.
"Merlin," she gasped out.
"No, it's Harry."
"You twat," she grinned as she squirmed away from his hand and moved to straddle his lap.
She ground her hips against his, watching as Harry's mouth fell open at the friction. She leaned forward and nibbled on his ear in that way she'd learned he liked.
Harry moaned at her touch and she smiled as she continued her ministrations. Harry wormed his hand inside her shorts and knickers, teasing at her soft skin until he reached her folds. Ginny squirmed against him, unable to think of anything but Harry's hand on her.
Ginny was on the edge, but she couldn't quite cum. "Please, Harry," she pleaded.
"Please, what?" he asked innocently.
Unable to form the words she needed Ginny just guided his fingers to her opening. He smirked at her as he played with her wetness for a moment, spreading it about before he plunged a single finger into her. Ginny gasped and thrust against his hand, pushing it deeper.
Taking this as a signal, Harry pushed another finger into her. Unable to help herself, Ginny pulled Harry's face in towards hers and pressed her lips against his. She didn't allow herself to think about how kissing Harry felt so right—only that his lips against her own was just what she needed.
Ginny began to unbutton his trousers, tugging at the waistband to signal to Harry to help her take them off him. He lifted his hips for her as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her. Her hand immediately went to his cock, teasing him through his pants. Harry's mouth fell open as he threw his head back, a groan making its way from his throat.
"I need you inside me," Ginny told him as she leaned down and tugged his pants down, too, revealing Harry's member to her. Sinking down further, she placed a kiss on his tip and then a long lick up the side of his length. Harry groaned again and nodded at her, grabbing Ginny by the hips and pulling her towards him. Now, her soaked core was hovering over him and she lowered herself down onto him as she looked him in the eye.
As she enveloped him inside her, she felt like she'd finally found what she'd been aching for all day.
"Yes," she whispered as she lifted up and then thrust back down onto him. Harry was still gripping her waist, controlling her pace.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked, voice husky.
Ginny nodded, unable to speak for a moment as she teetered at the edge. So close—she thought. And yet, so far. Harry picked her up, still inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them slowly towards his bedroom.
She rotated her hips for a moment, then Harry groaned and told her, "You're going to make me drop you if you keep doing that."
Ginny laughed, throwing her head back. Then, she gasped, at the way laughing made him feel inside her.
Harry fumbled with the doorknob for a moment before he managed to open it. As he walked closer to the bed, he unsheathed himself from her center and threw her down on the bed.
He climbed on top of her, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head as he spread her legs apart with one of his own. He looked into her eyes for affirmation again, and Ginny nodded, smiling.
He let go of one of her hands for a moment to guide himself inside of her before he returned his hand to her wrist. He moved his hips slowly, causing the tension to build within Ginny's core. She began to buck her own hips in response, needing friction against her clit.
Harry let go of her wrist again, trailing a hand down the side of her face, playing with a piece of her flaming red hair for a moment, before he caressed her breast. Ginny hadn't thought it was possible, but she got wetter as he played with her nipple and then brought his lips to the bud, sucking gently as he ground his hips gently, ever so slowly, against hers on his inward thrust.
Her legs began to tremble, just a little at first, and then violently as her back arched and she cried out, Harry's mouth now against hers. Her center was pulsing around him and she was seeing stars. Harry continued to thrust in and out of her, letting go of her other wrist and grabbing gently onto a tendril of hair.
As Ginny came down from her high, she circled her hips against Harry, watching as he groaned.
"Bend me over," she told him.
Harry complied, flipping her onto her belly before she adjusted herself onto her knees. She turned to look at him, grinning saucily as she backed up onto his hardness, loving the way he felt inside her.
He began to thrust again, one hand on her hip and the other still wrapped in her hair.
"Yes, Harry," she urged him on. "Just like that."
He grunted, tugging on her hair and hitting her favourite spot inside her core. Again, she came undone, body quivering and dripping around his hardness. She felt Harry still, and then twitch inside of her, and then with a moan, she felt his hot seed spill inside her. It only strengthened her orgasm, and she continued to ride the wave until the both fell down against each other on top of the comforter, panting.
"I think we've made quite a mess," Ginny said when her breathing was finally under control again.
Harry chuckled. "I think it was well worth it, don't you?"
"Merlin, yes," she agreed.
She glanced at him, fighting the urge to roll over and cuddle into his side. They had a rule about that: cuddling was strictly forbidden. Harry's eyes were closed as he continued to catch his breath. Ginny rolled away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair, hoping to smooth any sex hair she might have.
Harry's eyes were open now, staring at her with a look she couldn't quite decipher.
"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned. "Just taking in the goods."
"You perv," she said, turning to swat at him playfully. "Do you mind if I catch a shower before I head to my flat?"
"That's fine," Harry said. "I have an extra towel sitting out for you on the toilet."
"You were that sure I'd come over, huh?"
"I was just hopeful, is all," he grinned. "Have a good shower."
Ginny waved him off as she stood up from the bed and her feet hit the cold floor. Trying not to shiver at the chill, she walked quickly towards his en suite, naked. She could feel Harry's eyes on her all the way until she closed the door behind her.
Flipping on the fan, she ran the tap and adjusted the temperature until it was nearly scalding. As she stepped in and stood under the hot spray of water, closing the curtain quickly, she began to massage her scalp. Ginny replayed the moments she had just shared with Harry, feeling herself become heated again.
Stop it, Ginny, she told herself. Squirting some manly-smelling shampoo into her hair, she continued to think about their arrangement, how they were friends… with benefits. It wasn't an arrangement she would have ever foreseen herself in, and she wasn't sure, still, how she felt about it. The easy shags were nice. She also missed cuddling.
Maybe they could make an amendment to the rules? She filed the thought away for later and rinsed her hair, continuing on with her shower.
When she stepped out into the steamy bathroom, she wiped away the condensation on the mirror and took in her appearance. She looked like she hadn't had a good sleep in a bit, but she also looked quite… satisfied.
Wrapping Harry's soft towel around her body, she opened the door and watched as steam escaped into the bedroom. Harry wasn't lying on his bed like she'd expected. Bewilderedly, Ginny dried her body and gathered her clothing into a pile. She grabbed Harry's discarded t-shirt and pulled it on over her head, loving the way it enveloped her body.
His shirt was quite large on her, hugging her breasts and then hanging loosely everywhere else, falling all the way to right below her bum. She felt sexy in his shirt, she decided.
Ginny left Harry's bedroom in search of him. She found him quickly—his flat was small. He was in the kitchen, making pancakes and frying bacon.
"Yum," Ginny smiled, inhaling the aroma of the bacon.
"I thought we could eat breakfast before you leave," Harry told her.
Her stomach growled loudly in agreement and Harry laughed. "I guess it was a good idea," Harry said. "Take a seat at the table. It'll be done soon. The tea is ready now, if you want."
Oh, Ginny did want. Tea was her one true vice, in the same way that some Muggles needed to smoke, or some people needed coffee or sugar.
She thanked him and set about pouring them each a cup of tea, making each cup the way they liked it. She carefully counted out Harry's four teaspoons and squeezed some lemon into it. Ginny poured milk into her own.
She watched Harry's bare muscled back as he worked in his kitchen. She enjoyed watching the way his muscles would ripple just so when he'd move a certain way to flip a pancake or the bacon. She couldn't seem to stop turning herself on with thoughts of him. Ginny bit her lip, skin flushing hotly. She hoped he didn't notice. Except, some part of her did hope he would notice, and take her right there on his kitchen table. She could imagine it now, how his hot skin would feel against hers as he nudged his way into her soaked opening, his t-shirt riding up to allow him to perfect view of her bum—
"Ginny?" Harry asked.
"What?" she asked, torn from her daydream, cheeks even hotter and redder than it had been before. She fanned herself lightly, avoiding eye contact with Harry.
"I asked if you wanted butter on your pancakes."
"Oh, er, yeah. That would be great, thanks," she told him. Harry continued to scrutinize her for a moment before he seemed to shrug and turn back towards the breakfast he'd been making for them.
He turned the hobs off and began to plate their food. Ginny was nearly salivating, and she wasn't sure if it was more for Harry or the food. Her stomach grumbled quite loudly again, so she allowed her libido to take a backseat to her stomach for the duration of their meal.
"Thank you, Harry," she said as he sat down and set a plate in front of her.
"It's no problem," Harry told her. "I figured if I was hungry, you'd probably be starving. You Weasleys each seem to have a hollow leg or two."
"I can't argue with that," agreed Ginny, digging into the bacon first. She moaned at the taste.
When she opened her eyes, Harry was staring at her again. If she didn't know better, she would have said he looked… hungry. For her.
Her mind flashed back to her daydream she'd had only moments before, scheming ways to make it become reality. Her mind continued the daydream as she chewed on her food, imagining how he would feel inside her again, the way his hands would grip at her hips, how her breasts would feel brushing against the table…
As she continued to eat, Ginny realized that she wasn't hungry anymore. Well, not for food, anyway.
As they finished their meal, Ginny stood up and offered to clean the dishes.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"It's the least I could do, what with you having slaved over the hot stove like a housewife," she replied.
Harry rolled his eyes but offered her his empty plate, nevertheless. She took it from him and ran the hot water in the sink. Brandishing her wand, she charmed the dishes to wash and dry themselves.
"Taking the easy way out?" Harry asked, smirking.
"I have some other things I'd like to do," she told him, walking back towards him. She gave him a saucy smile and was satisfied when she saw his eyes rake over her form. His eyes widened after a moment and Ginny thought it may have been the first time he'd noticed her attire—or lack, thereof.
"Like what?" he swallowed visibly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
Ginny was now nearly on top of him. Deciding on her best course of action, Ginny settled herself on Harry's lap, straddling him suggestively as she faced him, biting her lip. "Like you."
Harry swallowed again, and she could feel him hardening quickly beneath her. She rubbed against him, placing one hand on his chest and the other on the back of his head as she pulled his face into hers.
Their lips met, gently for a moment, before Harry finally seemed to awaken from his shock and kiss her back. She felt something like a growl in his chest and smirked against his lips as she ground down against him again.
Harry pulled his mouth away from hers and nuzzled her cheek for a moment before he began to slip gentle kisses down her face and then onto her neck. He bit down gently and then sucked lightly on her neck. Ginny's hips bucked against him and he chuckled.
"You'd better not be making fun of me," she whispered huskily, pulling away from his mouth and staring at him, trying to act cross, even as she ached for him.
"Never," he said, grinning.
"Good," Ginny replied. "Now, please, can I have you inside of me?"
He chuckled again, kissing her deeply before he lifted and pushed her against the table, back down and legs hanging over the edge. She held herself up on her elbows so she could watch what he was doing. He brought a hand to her center and slid through her folds teasingly.
"You're so wet," he commented as he stared at her, eyes dark. He didn't look so teasing anymore.
"I told you I needed you," Ginny said.
He pushed a finger inside her gently, bringing his thumb to her clit and giving it a gentle tweak.
Ginny moaned, lost in the sensation as her hips lifted off the table and her mound met Harry's hand. Harry licked his lips and Ginny felt herself get wetter. He continued to play with her, running his fingers through her folds, driving Ginny wild with desire.
"Please," she begged him. She didn't care how she sounded—only needed his cock inside her.
He pulled his shorts down, member springing free. Something inside Ginny clenched as she took in the sight. Harry took hold of his cock, stroking it up and down before ran it through her slick folds. Ginny groaned and bucked against him.
Harry chuckled for a moment before he guided himself into her opening, pushing in quickly. His face turned serious now, and he moaned, stilling for a moment inside of Ginny. She felt him twitch for a second before he seemed to pull himself together.
One of hands gravitated to her breasts, playing with her own nipple. Harry began to move within her again, rotating his hips in a circular pattern. Harry's dark eyes were intense, staring at her in a way that spurred her desire on further. He pushed a hand up through the bottom of her t-shirt, grabbing the breast she'd been playing with.
"Yes," she breathed out, thrusting back against his hips.
Harry groaned, continuing to play with her nipple as he continued to piston in and out of her.
After a few more moments, he pulled out of her and pulled Ginny up by her shoulders. When her feet touched the floor, he whirled her around and bent her over the table, just as she'd imagined.
She moaned as she felt him at her entrance again, pushing in. The sensation was as delicious and erotic as she'd envisioned. She felt his hips hitting her bum as he thrust in and out of her, hitting a spot deep inside of her that caused her back to arch and her world to spin for a moment.
Ginny gasped and pushed back against Harry to pull him even deeper into her core. She squeezed her legs together and heard him groan.
"Fuck," Harry whispered. "Ginny, I'm gonna—"
"Harry, I'm so close," she whined.
He brought a hand around her front and found her clit immediately, rubbing her quickly. As soon as he touched her, everything within her seemed to explode and she began to tremble around him.
With a groan, Harry began to twitch inside her. His finger was still playing with her clit, causing Ginny to continue to fall over the edge. She couldn't feel anything but pleasure, until finally, she came back to herself and Harry was pulling out of her, grinning rather stupidly.
She felt vaguely high as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, dripping his cum out onto the kitchen floor.
"We are definitely making messes today," Harry said after several moments of silence.
Ginny nodded wordlessly, setting herself gingerly onto his dining chair. It was cold against her bottom, but she felt slightly sore and unsteady after that last round. It had been worth it, though, she thought.
"I think I need another shower," she finally said.
Harry laughed, running a hand through his hair as he grabbed his wand off a nearby counter and banished their mess. With another wave of his wand, he had performed a freshening charm on himself, and then Ginny.
"Or, maybe just some sleep," he told her.
Ginny nodded. "I'm tired too."
Standing up, she felt his t-shirt fall back over her bum. "Do you mind if I borrow this? I'll bring it back after I wash it."
Harry looked at her silently, and finally said, "If you want, you can just kip here for a bit."
"I think your couch would be a bit uncomfortable for that," Ginny replied.
Harry shook his head. "We can make an exception to the cuddling rule, this one time."
"Why's that?" she couldn't help but ask. While she didn't mind, she didn't understand why he would change his own mind.
"I think," Harry said haltingly. "That maybe it will tone down our horniness."
Ginny shrugged, and said, "Or make it worse," before she grinned at him. "But I think we could do that, too."
Harry smiled and beckoned toward the bedroom. As they passed by light switches, Ginny flipped them down, leaving his flat dark in their wake.
Harry pulled the covers of his bed down and patted the bed next to him.
Tiredly, she padded towards him and climbed in under the warm duvet. He flicked his wand in the direction of the light switch and the light was immediately extinguished. She cuddled further into the soft sheets, enjoying the way they felt against her skin.
"This could be a bad idea," she murmured to him quietly. She felt Harry shrug against her as he turned inwards towards her body and pulled her against his own.
"It'll be okay, just this one time," he whispered against the back of her neck.
She felt so comfortable in his arms, she thought, as she began to drift off quickly. She might be able to stay there forever.