Harry sighed. "I'm so bored."
"Cheer up, we're going to the Burrow today!" Ginny replied. "Besides, I can make it more fun for you. Should we Disapporate or take Floo powder?"
"Floo powder." Harry responded. I wonder what she means by "making it more fun for you"?
He picked the bowl up and got a handful of the black stuff and handed it to Ginny. "The Burrow!" They sounded together in the fireplace. The Floo powder disappeared under their feet, and so did they.
Harry arrived in the Burrow first. Mrs. Weasley jumped up from her chair at the dining table, ran over to Harry and asked "Harry dear, how are you? I've missed you so much! Where's Ginny?"
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley." He replied, grinning and dusting the remains of the powder off of him. "Ginny should be here any moment." And of course, Ginny appeared right then, shoulder to shoulder with Harry.
"Hi Harry, hi Mom," Ginny greeted. "Is Ron or George here? Or Hermione?"
"They're all in the living room, dear; George, Ron, Hermione, Charlie, Bill. All of them." Replied Mrs. Weasley. "I've missed you so! How was your last year at Hogwarts, dears? Was it good, or…" She rambled on.
Soon it was after dinner and everybody was showered. Hermione and Ron were in the living room drinking way too much butterbeer and everybody else was either doing dishes or sleeping, besides Harry and Ginny.
They were in Ginny's bedroom, the grey king-sized bed spread dull against the moonlight, filtering through the black-out blinds. Her flower-scented candle was lit on the table beside the door, a gloomy feeling expanding from it.
Ginny had secretly casted a spell or two that made everybody not be able to Disapporate and make them ignore the room in general, but of course Harry couldn't tell. The door was shut and the yellow light breaking out of the stairwell hall slowly made its way to the end of the king-size bed.
Her desk was white and distressed with blue, a comfy looking chair that Harry was sitting on, spinning. There was comfortable silence as Ginny was heading over to Harry and sat on his lap. His blue jeans and white t-shirt felt like home.
Ginny rested her freckled face on his shoulder, Harry cuddled her in response. They sat like that for a few minutes, Harry's hand on her ass and Ginny's hand on his inner thigh.
"I'm not wearing any panties," Ginny suddenly whispered on his neck, strawberry lips close to touching his jawline. Harry looked at her.
"Blimey Ginny-"
"Remember what I said before we got here?" She intervened, still whispering bloody close to his horny button. "I'll make it more fun."
Harry's eyes shone with lust. Ginny stared back at him and bit her juicy, red lips, hands close to his fucking 7 inch cock.
"I have condoms in my sock drawer."