A/N – Hi guys, thanks so much for reading the first few chapters and the amazing reviews. Here's the next chapter for you all.
Daylight streamed in through the window, illuminating the bedroom in a golden glow. As Harry opened his eyes, he spotted the gorgeous redhead tucked into his side gently snoring, which he thought was one of the cutest things he had seen. His mind travelled back to the events of the previous night: the dream, the kiss, the sex. Merlin the sex was amazing, he didn't know how he was going to be able to keep his hands off her around her family for the rest of the summer.
He reached over to his bedside table and picked up his glasses. After putting them on, being careful not to wake Ginny, he noticed it was 6.30 am. He new Mr Weasley woke up early. Mrs Weasley even earlier. And as much as he liked Ginny, he didn't think that either of them would want to be discovered by her parents in their current state.
Harry gently kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips in an attempt to wake her up. All he got was a grumbled "Fuck off" before she turned over and continued to sleep.
"Gin…you kinda need to wake up…" he whispered tenderly in her ear, "I don't want you to have to get up either…but if your parents catch us like this…well…I don't think they'd be very happy."
Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her beautiful, but tired, brown eyes. Harry couldn't help thinking how amazing she looked in this state.
"Okay…I guess you're right." Ginny said with a hint of grogginess in her sleep "Although I really don't want to."
"I don't want you to leave either, but if we're caught like this it'll make Voldemort look like a timid first year."
She let out a slight chuckle at this while she stood up and put on her clothes. While Harry desperately wanted to pull her back into bed with him and ravish her, he knew that the best thing to do was to let her go back down to her own bed.
"You know," Ginny said, "it's probably a good thing that you did wake me up cause I'm gonna have to sneak back into bed without Hermione noticing I was missing."
"Oh…I hadn't even thought of that." Harry replied, walking over to her, and tenderly kissing her forehead. "How are you feeling this morning anyway…I know it can be painful for a lot of girls on the first time."
"Fine…Just a little sore, but nothing not expected." Ginny answered, "And it was definitely worth it, by the way…Am I coming back up here tonight after everyone's gone to sleep?"
"If you want to, I'd love that…We don't even have to have sex if you didn't feel up to it, I just love spending time with you."
Harry could almost see Ginny's heart melting as he said that, even though it was nothing but the truth. He couldn't imagine many other guys would think like this, but he really did love spending time with her.
Ginny pressed another kiss to Harry's lips before saying, "I'll see you at breakfast then…" as she left the room with a huge grin upon her face.
And with that, Harry got back into bed and fell almost immediately back to sleep, dreaming mostly of a certain redhead.
Later that morning, Harry woke in his uncomfortably empty bed and proceeded to get ready for the day. He briefly contemplated rushing as quickly as possible down for breakfast but remembered that Ginny never normally went down for breakfast before ten, so would definitely not be up now at half past eight. So instead, he headed down to the bathroom and had a long, warn shower. As the boiling water pounded down against his shoulders and back his mind imagined what Hogwarts would be like with Ginny. Strolling hand-in-hand around the grounds. Trips to Honeyduke's and the Three Broomsticks. Sneaking off into broom cupboards.
During that last thought his cock turned as hard as a rock. 'Being with Ginny is going to kill me' Harry thought while beginning to pump his shaft. As he came all over the floor of the shower, his head was filled with images of Ginny. Images from both last night and his imagination. The image of her large, round breasts centred on her chest. The image of her centre with her legs spread widely, exposing her swollen clitoris.
An hour later, Harry headed down to breakfast. Ron and Hermione were already sat there, bickering about something once again, it happened so often that Harry had given up trying to understand what it was about. Mrs Weasley was preoccupied with hanging the clean clothes outside to dry and everyone else had headed to work.
Sadly, Ginny had yet to come down for breakfast, so he sat down and started filling his plate with bacon, sausages, eggs etc. He loved Mrs Weasley's cooking. Although the food at Hogwarts was just as nice, this food tasted homely for some reason, and it brought an odd sense of comfort to Harry.
Just as Harry was finishing his breakfast, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Harry's heart dashed up to his throat and his blood rushed downwards. Ginny was now walking over to him dressed in the most gorgeously sexy outfit he had ever seen. A cropped lacy top with thin straps that plunged down her chest, revealing her cleavage. A black, silky skirt that started just below her bellybutton and barely covered her firm arse. And fishnet tights that left Harry's brain unable to string together coherent sentences. The combination of all three left him unable to complete any basic human function.
"Good morning, Harry, did you sleep well?" Ginny asked, a knowing smirk plastered upon her face.
Harry just stared at her in total awe whilst attempting to sputter out a response. Thank Merlin Ron and Hermione had moved their bickering to the living room before Ginny had come downstairs.
"What's the matter Harry?" She asked, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "Has all of the blood suddenly disappeared from your head…Or at least disappeared from the one attached to your neck?"
As she said this, she began to trail her hand down his chest. When she reached his hardened cock she exclaimed, false shock ringing through her voice "Harry, what would my family say if they saw this…You getting a hard on for their only daughter…Their little baby girl…"
"And whose fault is that?" Harry exclaimed, glaring at Ginny. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"Victim blaming Harry, that's not very heroic of the Chosen One, now, is it?" As she said this, she began to massage him through his jeans, causing him to throw his head back and let out a low, tender moan.
Suddenly, Ginny stopped her attention on him and began to pile both of their plates up with food. After she'd finished and began tucking into her own food, Mrs Weasley walked into the room.
"Ah finally, you two are up, I thought we were never going to see you this morning." She stated, rolling her eyes as she did son.
"Mother," said Ginny, "it is the summer holidays, we need to make the most of being able to stay in bed whilst we can."
"I suppose you're right…" She replied, "How did you sleep last night Harry?"
"Not too bad, Mrs Weasley." Harry replied, trying not to let the panic in his head be visible in his voice.
Breakfast carried on pretty normal that morning, well normal apart from Ginny gently stroking his leg under his jeans with her foot. It was clear by this point she was teasing him on purpose. He'd just have to come up with a way to get revenge on her later. And Merlin was that going to be fun.