Hinny FTW- Hair pulling turns into something more, for years Harry's had a crush on Ginny but she never took it seriously and always pulled his hair while rejecting him in a playful manner. When Harry finally convinced her he's serious, she uses the hair pulling to direct him in the bedroom.
Slightly AU. No second war.
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Cheveu (Can you tell I'm having a hard time coming up with titles beginning in 'C'?)
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He remembered the first time she did it. There hadn't been many people that initiated contact with him then, so it stood out in his mind. There had been this sort of warm electric shock feeling that ran through his whole body as her fingers had reached up and met his scalp. The world had slowed right down then and the sensation of each of her fingertips grazing along his skin under his messy hair had made his breath stop.
Then there was the shiver inducing sensation of those fingers twisting around his locks and trailing down to the ends.
Those few seconds stretched on in his mind, every time he replayed it after it took longer and longer for her to reach the tips of his strands. He had needed a haircut then, but in just that moment Harry was so glad that his hair was that length. It meant that her hand would be on him for that extra second which stretched on for a full minute in his mind.
Her eyes had sparkled as she did it. Her perfect mouth with lips apart and displaying her nice teeth, that little bit of her tongue sticking out in the teasing manner with which she was portraying due to their interaction.
Then she gave a little tug on the end of his hair and spun around on her heels, walking away with her hips swaying ever so slightly from side to side. She didn't have the womanly curve to her hips then that she did now, but he swore in that moment he only saw the beautiful woman she was going to grow up to be.
She wasn't the fourteen-year-old girl in that memory anymore. Every time it popped up in his dreams it was the current Ginny and his reaction to it had grown more lustful with each passing month, then year.
Merlin, he wanted her so badly.
The only reason she'd tugged on his hair in that manner was because he had invited her to go to Hogsmeade with him, as his date.
It had been on impulse.
For months before he'd been fighting his growing attraction for her, telling himself that it was all in his head. He was simply confused because the only friends he'd really ever had were Hermione and Ron. And the only reason he didn't have these confusing feelings for Hermione was because he'd been friends with her since before his hormones had come out to play. Ginny had just become a proper friend to him and that's why he was confused about whether he properly liked her that way.
Then he knew.
After that moment occurred his hormones were driving him mad with want to press her up against the wall of the corridor and lick her. He didn't even much care where he licked her, it was more about marking his territory and declaring his intensions.
Wanting to lick her then wasn't a normal response to liking a girl. He should have just wanted to snog her. That would have been a more normal urge. Then again, he definitely more than liked her.
And he definitely had wanted to do more than snog her.
After that first time she did it, put her fingers through his hair, his dreams about her doing it again had progressed into something else and he'd had several dreams about her touching him in other places. To the point of him needing to put a silencing charm around his four-poster.
Ron certainly didn't need to hear him accidentally saying his sisters name in his sleep.
Moaning his sisters name. Because considering the point to which the dreams had progressed over the months it would have most definitely been moaning that Harry was doing.
That had been his fifth year that Ginny's little hair pulling thing started.
It had all started because he had asked her to be his date and she hadn't taken him seriously, thus her response was to smile slightly, roll her eyes, make this tisking sound and tug on his hair a little bit.
It was two years now of him casually asking her out or finding ways for them to spend time together, and two years of her reaching up and tweaking his hair just like she had done the first time and giving him that same little smile.
It wasn't like he'd been hounding her to go out with him. He was too afraid she would out and out reject him even though he knew she used to have a crush on him as well.
Eventually he'd had enough of her laughing off his requests. There were only a few months left in his last year of school and then they would be apart for a year. It was a now or never moment in his mind. So, the last time that he asked her out for a first date he wasn't casual about it. There had been a notice about the last Hogsmeade visit of the year posted up and Ginny had been beside him when they noticed.
She'd nudged him in the side with her elbow, "where's my invitation?" she asked with her cheeky grin.
He'd turned to her then, seeing her rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes and a little bit of shimmer on her lips from lip gloss or something. He couldn't let it go on for any longer.
He didn't ask her out then. He just kissed her.
Harry put everything into that kiss. The way he held her close, the way he cupped the back of her head, the way he begged with his lips against hers that she would return his affection. It had been his entire heart and soul that were resting on her response.
And as the seconds dragged on feeling like hours that they stood there in front of the notice board with his lips on hers and his entire being hanging in the balance he finally felt it.
Hiss eyes rolled back behind his closed lids as he felt her fingertips graze against his scalp, her nails digging in slightly as they grabbed hold of his hair. Her fingers didn't drag through to the ends of his hair this time. No, they were keeping him firmly in place with his mouth pressed right against hers. Then she was kissing him back with everything she had as well.
Still to this day he didn't know how long they were in front of that noticeboard sharing their first kiss. It had lasted for quite a while though. When he finally pulled back and sucked in a lung full of air he was dizzy and the smile on his face had his lips stretching further than he could ever remember them being.
She was the first to speak after. "You mean it?" That was what she asked. Her eyes had been so hopeful and desperate for him to say yes.
He couldn't even answer verbally then. He'd just come forward and captured her lips again.
Eventually they'd found their way to an empty classroom and snogged like mad until the sun set, but that was it for them. They'd been together ever since.
Those last few weeks of school he'd been floating on air. The summer following he'd gotten a flat with Ron and met up with Ginny nearly every day.
Her last year of school he'd visited her as often as he could. They'd made great use of his invisibility cloak, the Marauders Map, the Room of Requirement, the Prefects Bathroom, a few classrooms, basically anywhere they could, growing more adventurous the further acquainted they grew with sex.
She still tugged at his hair, but it wasn't in a teasing manner anymore.
Three years they had been together now. She'd moved in with him after a year out of school when Ron had decided to shack up with Hermione.
It had been great having the flat to just the two of them. Every surface of the place they had taken advantage of in one way or another during those first few weeks and it had been fantastic. After a while though the locations of their amorous activities had narrowed down to the bedroom or the sofa, but it was still fantastic living with her.
They'd grown to have a very comfortable routine living together, interspersed with an adventure here and a weekend trip there. He knew that they were going to get married eventually, but to him marriage meant you were ready to have kids, and he didn't feel just there yet.
Right now, he was cleaning up the kitchen after they'd just had dinner. Ginny hadn't been home too often lately, too busy with the final wrap up to this years Quidditch Season and Harry was looking forward to seeing her more once she was off for a few months.
He heard her getting up from her chair in the kitchen as he was stacking the plates but didn't realize until her fingers were running through the back of his hair what she was doing. An unintentional moan escaped him at the feel of her fingers massaging the back of his scalp.
It was one of the best feelings in the world.
He had to set the plates back down on the counter before he dropped them. His head was rocking from the feeling of her hand working away at him.
After so long of discovering each other's likes and dislikes he knew exactly what her intentions were by doing this, and he was growing hard from it. He let out a satisfied groan and heard her let out a puff of air that was a single laugh. She liked getting him riled up like this.
It didn't take much to do, she turned him on all the time unintentionally. Every time it was intentional though, it was incredibly hot.
He was so lucky.
Her fingers were still in his hair when he felt her lips on his neck.
"You know what's super hot?" she murmured as she peppered him with slow kisses, working her way up to his ear.
Harry could only groan in response. Words would have taken too much brain power, and that brain power would have needed to be diverted from fully appreciating the sensations he was experiencing right now.
"You making dinner and cleaning it up," Ginny purred in his ear before taking the bottom of his ear lobe between her teeth and tugging on it a bit. "Love a man who's not afraid of bubbles," she whispered. He could feel her hot breath all the more against his ear and when she ran her tongue along the skin just below his ear lobe it sent an electric current straight to his groin and he gave a twitch in his trousers.
Gods, she knew how to rile him up good.
Harry gave a small whimper when she pulled away, her fingers were the last part of her body to stop touching him. They slowly skimmed down his messy locks and gave a small tug on the very end.
That made him groan.
Always and forever he would associate her tugging on his locks with every kinky wet dream he'd ever had of her when he was a teenager.
His eyes opened and he turned to see her walking out of the kitchen ever so slowly. Before she went around the corner and out of his sight she pulled her shirt over her head in one swift movement and cast him a wink over her shoulder.
Quick as he could he wiped his hands on the towel hanging on the stove and went after her. Her trousers were not far from where her shirt lay, then were her socks, then her knickers and lastly her bra was hanging off the doorknob to the bedroom.
He shucked all his clothing outside the bedroom and gave his armpit a quick whiff to make sure that he didn't smell enough to distract them from what was about to happen. He was already fully at attention between his legs.
Then he pushed in the door and his breath caught when he saw her spread eagle on the bed, her fingers between her legs. Her fingers weren't dancing a slow rhythm either, she meant business the way she was working herself over right now.
Her hips were twirling slightly as her fingers moved left to right, right to left and then gave a little circle over her clit.
This was a fantastic sight.
Doing what he could not to interrupt her movements he came forward and got to his knees at the edge of the bed. His arms looped under her legs and be brought himself up so that he was face to fingers with her sex. Harry loved the reaction he got from her when he did this. If she was super worked up he could get her more than once in under ten minutes.
One time she'd even had to pull away from him when he was aiming to get her a third because she'd been too overwhelmed with the feelings his tongue was giving her.
The best part of it all?
Her fingers worked their way into his hair when he was going down on her.
Not this time though. He wanted her fully focused on what he was doing to her, and himself fully focused on getting her there.
Harry grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed as he buried himself between her legs and she gave a loud, satisfied groan.
Many times she had told him that his tongue felt infinitely better than anything else she could have used. That made him wonder what exactly she might have used if not her fingers. Her responding blush to his quirked eyebrow on that one, it had been a clear indication that she'd tried other things to get herself off.
She panted and rocked against him while his tongue moved over her pleasure center, swiping left and right, moving in circles, quickly bringing her to that precipice and then pushing her right over it.
That was only about two minutes of effort on his part. Her fingers hadn't even gripped the bed sheets beneath her or buried in the pillows as she searched for some semblance of control to keep her grounded in her ecstasy.
He could do better than that!
Harry dipped his tongue lower, lapping slowly at her entrance, and coaxed her into relaxation as he gave her a good tongue lashing. Only once he felt her muscles relax did he move back to his target and hear her gasp and flinch away from him slightly.
He grinned as she started groaning again.
His view from this angle of her too was quite lovely; her perky breasts were happily sporting fully pert nipples, her head was lain back against the bed with her eyes closed and her mouth open, her lips moving slightly as though she were praying to some deity to make her next orgasm more earth shattering than her last.
Then there was the roll of her belly in time with her hips gyrating against him; a belly dance as a reward for his efforts.
It was his own favorite little show.
Then it happened, her hands came up off the blanket and wound into his hair, gripping and pulling on it in time to her rocking movements against him.
Harry's erection had been waning slightly with his efforts focused solely on getting Ginny to her next orgasm but now it was back full force and he was desperate to get her there so that he could bury himself inside her wet heat.
He kept up his continuous movements while hers turned desperate.
Then she arched her back and let out a silent scream and he felt victory.
He also felt like he might be losing a few chunks of hair, but it was worth it.
Slowly she came back down to earth and relaxed her grip.
Unable to wait any longer he rose up her body, kissing his way up past her belly button, then her breasts, then spending some time at a sensitive spot on her collar before delving his erection slowly and deeply inside of her.
A wave of relief went through him when he became one with her.
They shagged very regularly, but he never got enough.
Between her legs and in her arms was simply where he wanted to be.
Always.
They moved together, their lips meeting. Putting everything they had into this moment, like they always did. And it was wonderful. Her hands wound into his hair once more as her third finish of the night drew near.
It was a point of pride for Harry to please her this way this often.
The sensation of her inner wall of muscles closing around him triggered his own finish and they rode out those waves of pleasure together, her clenched fingers in his hair once more making it all the more perfect.
He rolled onto his back and brought her with him as he turned so she would cuddle into his side, giving a contented sigh.
"Thank you for dinner," she said happily as she snuggled in further.
"Thank you for dessert," he grinned.
It was only just approaching 8 p.m. but he wasn't interested in doing anything other than closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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