BEFORE READING: This is a fictional story depicting two consenting and trusting adult lovers participating in a sexual role play fantasy.

If you believe you've been a victim of sexual abuse, please seek help from a trusted family member or friend.

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Auror Potter stood in the shadows of a deserted Diagon Alley. All the shops had packed up their displays for the night hours ago, and the only source of light was the pale blue light from the moon.

Senses heightened, he was having difficulty standing still, eager to begin their game as he waited for sight or sound of the woman he was hunting. He let out a long breath through his nose, patience waning, as the anticipation of their game made him hard under his long black robes.

There was a sound across the way and his eyes flicked up in time to see a red cloak disappear around a corner between two shops. She was surprisingly petite and very attractive for someone allegedly so dangerous, it was part of her edge, but Harry had learnt years ago not to underestimate this woman.

His footsteps made no noise as he slipped unseen across the cobblestone street. He silently cast a privacy charm on the area before entering the alleyway.

The short alley was empty by the time Harry turned the corner, he picked up speed to follow her around the next corner, but a wand to the back of his neck made him freeze.

From behind him she drawled in disbelief, "I'm actually disappointed, is The Boy-Who-Lived really this easy to catch? You walked right past me."

Harry spoke low and she had to lean forward a little to hear him.

"I'll have you know; trouble has always followed me, my real talent lies with getting away—"

He spoke the last two words quickly while swinging his arm around in one swift motion. He easily looped his arm around her wand arm and twisted it behind her back making her drop it. He shoved her chest against the wall and struggled to bring her other arm behind her before cuffing her wrists together behind her back.

She huffed in frustration, and he leaned forward smirking against the back of her neck.

"Most witches and wizards rely too much on their wands and don't bother with any hand-to-hand combat, and it seems you're no different."

He grabbed a handful of her long red hair and forced her head to the side, one cheek pressed against the cold wall.

She grunted and sagged a little against the wall, inhaling his cologne. She smiled, feeling her lover's erection pressing against her lower back.

"Let's see what you're hiding under that cloak," he murmured in her ear, one hand still holding her hair the other feeling inside her cloak, she was nude underneath.

It was her turn to smirk, "You'll find nothing dangerous, though lots of things of interest."

Smiling, he lightly bit her ear and tweaked a nipple, causing her breath to hitch.

Finishing his frisk, he turned her around, so she was facing him with her back and wrists against the wall.

Ginny admired his slim, black Auror robes that made him look dark and imposing in the shadowed alley. She was so turned on she could barely stand still.

He looked down at her petite form thoughtfully.

"They'll eat you alive in Azkaban."

Her eyes glinted with mischief, "I'd rather eat you alive."

Raising an eyebrow, Harry considered her for a moment and then lifted an arm to her shoulder to gently pressed her downwards. Needing no more encouragement, Ginny bent to her knees in front of him while he undid his belt and freed his cock from his pants.

She looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly licked his cock from base to tip, then lightly kissed and sucked the tip. She took the rest of him into her warm mouth, and he groaned, his head falling backwards in pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, Ginny," he hissed as she bobbed on his cock.

After a minute, Harry grabbed both sides of her face and gently pinned her head against the wall behind her and thrust his cock down her throat, quickly pumping in and out. He face-fucked her for another minute, stopping to let her breathe for a few seconds here and there. Ginny, drooling, squirming and beyond horny, was unable to move and could only kneel and wait while her partner took pleasure grinding into her mouth.

Feeling he was getting close to cumming, Harry pulled his cock out of Ginny's mouth and she immediately bent forwards panting for air, drool dripping down her chin. He shifted her away from the wall, still on her knees, and positioned her face down, ass up on the alley floor. Gathering the bottom of her robes, he bunched them up behind her back, underneath her still bound arms.

Turning her head, she noticed her wand laying on the ground nearby. Harry followed her gaze.

"Don't even think about moving." He warned, giving her ass a light swat.

But Harry came up with an idea, and he reached over and picked up her wand.

"You should hold onto this,", he said, holding the wand horizontally against her lips, trying to force her to bite the wand between her teeth, like a horse's bridle.

She moaned and shook her head, keeping her mouth firmly shut. She struggled but he easily pulled her tightly against him, warm breath on her neck, he spoke to her.

"Here's the deal, you hold this in your mouth. If you can manage to keep hold of it, I'll let you go, no arrest, no Azkaban. It'll be as if this little encounter never happened. But if you drop it, you rot in Azkaban."

Ginny huffed through her nose, chest heaving. She slowly unclenched her jaw and Harry shoved her wand into her mouth all the way back to her molars for her to bite down on, and then pushed her forwards again towards the ground.

She felt him shift behind her for a moment and then swore through her teeth as he roughly thrust straight into her sopping pussy. Hands holding her hips in a vice grip, Harry fucked her hard and rough from behind.

She moaned and revelled in the pain and pleasure of it all; her knees scraped on the alley floor and her shoulders burned from the wrist restraints, but her pussy was in heaven. She loved that he was normally a passionate and caring love-maker, but damn, she also loved when he was able to let go and play rough and dirty with her.

Harry grabbed a fistful of her wild hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back. She gasped at the change in position which allowed him to thrust deeper and harder into her, making her eyes roll back and her jaw slacken. Shit, was her last thought as she watched her wand fall to the ground while her orgasm ripped through her.

She was panting as she came back to earth, Harry was half laying on her as he recovered from his own orgasm. His arms were propped on either side of her head to keep from crushing her. His breath on her neck slowed and he reached between them and uncuffed her wrists. Ginny stretched her arms forward to ease her aching shoulders while Harry got up to collect her wand and fix her robe. Then, holding her close, he apparated them to the bathroom floor of the flat they shared in London.

Ginny, feeling drowsy, watched Harry stand and turn the shower on, and removed both of their clothing.

"Tired?", he asked.

"Knackered.", she smiled, eyes drooping.

Harry picked Ginny up and sat them both down on the floor of the shower, letting the warm spray rain down on them. Harry healed the scrapes on her knees and carefully checked her over for any other injuries. Then pulled her into his lap. She sighed contentedly against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Are you okay? Was that okay?", he asked, wiping wet hair out of her face.

"More than okay." She sleepily smiled at him, small droplets of water in her eyelashes.

He quietly laughed at her attempt to stay awake, and holding her head with one hand, he tilted her face forward to kiss her deeply and lovingly. She slowly wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

"You're sure?", he whispered against her lips.

"Yes,", she muttered as she drifted to sleep in his arms, "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Gin."