Ron pov

Initially I wasn't sure, the thought of Harry returning my sister's feelings had always scared me to an extent. I had always categorized those feelings as "brotherly protection duties" as Bill so eloquently had labeled our mission towards Ginny's boyfriend, that was of course before Ginny overheard us and promised to make our life hell if we ever tried to hinder one of her relationships. I have long since abandoned trying to really dictate her relationships and now I just pretended to be really against them.

I was neither up nor down on Dean, I know he is an alright bloke but Ginny didn't really seem to happen towards the end so therefore I enjoyed seeing them part way. It also made way for Harry to finally get a move on, when I initially came to the conclusion that Harry actually liked Ginny I was torn, on one hand I felt obligated to be against any relationship involving my sister and that's purely on principle, but on the other hand I also felt an obligation to Harry as my best friend to not let such nonsense hinder him from being happy.

Because of this I reacted with indifference when Harry and Ginny kissed in front of the whole of Gryffindor, yeah maybe they could have picked a more discreet place where I wouldn't have had to watch, but all in all I was quite positive towards their relationship. What I didn't expect was just how perfect they were for each other, over the days I caught myself being jealous over what they shared. Ginny brought out a happiness from Harry that I to be honest didn't think he was capable of.

He was just so much more carefree now, you still saw the prophecy weighing on him but once he was with Ginny it was as he became lighter on his step and he even kissed and hugged her in public, something that I thought I would never see Harry do. Ginny looked like she was glowing, she was always energetic in school when she eventually learned to live with the chamber, but it had reached a new level now.

She was basically skipping around the school like she was walking on clouds, it was both sickening and sweet to see them so extremely happy around each other. Just now it was just sickening, the four of us were sitting together studying. I had long since given up on getting anything done and I was now studying their interaction.

Their arms were touching and Ginny was currently whispering something in Harry's ear. I couldn't see their hands but I could guess that they were linked, they rarely let go when in close proximity to each other. I watched as Harry threw his head back in laughter and couldn't help myself to smile. It was nice seeing him so happy and it didn't hurt that I knew that he would always treat my sister right.

Harry was one of the nicest guys I knew and he was also always respectful towards women. I had actually never heard him sexualise any female and he had even stepped in a couple of times when our dorm mates were talking about females as if " they are objects for your viewing" to use his exact words. Knowing this was a big part of me accepting their relationship, it felt reassuring knowing that Harry wasn't just after my sister's body, that just wasn't him.

I continued watching them as Harry lent in and whispered something in her ear. To my surprise and shock she let out a silent moan and looked at him with a look I absolutely didn't want to see on my sister's face. It looked like she wanted to devour him whole. I felt obliged to interrupt, but I stopped myself, what did I have to do with what they did? Look at them, they are bursting with happiness and who am I to put my own ridiculous feelings in front of that. With that thought I started packing up my things and asked Hermione if she wanted to accompany me to the tower. She looked surprised but quite pleased and quickly gathered her things and we walked out leaving them two to themself and for once I felt okay with that.

Ginny pov

I couldn't believe what was happening, Ron had been shooting us weird looks the whole day. I thought that he would try to keep an eye on us as he had been doing since we had sneaked away to Harry's dorm for an hour. Mmmm that experience was still fresh in my mind and whenether I masterbated, which had severely risen since I got together with Harry, I thought about what Harry had done to me. We had not had many opportunities to repeat except a quick blowjobb I had given him in the quidditch changing room the day before, there had been none of the teasing or the brutal facefucking we had opted for the first time. No, that time I wanted to show him what I could do without his assistants and with no other objectives than to please him. Safe to say I had succeeded and his massive cum load on my face was a suitable reward.

There was something primal and extremely arousing about him marking my face with his seed and I loved the feeling of it covering my entire face. Unfortunately we had not had time for him to do anything but finger me roughly to orgasm. I had been so close so it took minimal time, but we still just made it to our respective lessons. I felt ready to take the next step but finding time was extremely hard, but now a golden opportunity presented itself and I was not going to let it go to waste.

Harry looked at me and I could see that he was thinking the same thing as me. I let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly dragged me into his lap, covering my lips with his. Kissing Harry felt like coming home, I felt at home with him and I wasn't even surprised by it. I have always felt in my heart that me and Harry were made for each other, and even though I have had my doubts over the years it still feels natural and right when I spend time with Harry.

That is part of the reason I have had let our relationship escalate so quickly, being so fucking randy all of the time does certainly also have an affect on things but it's mainly about how comfortable I feel with him. Dean and Micheal never made me feel so at home and even though they, especially Dean, were alright blokes I never let them get even close to touching me under my clothes. Dean tried towards the end of our relationship and he felt the power of my bat bogey hex in return.

Hermione had confronted me about our relationship seemingly moving too fast for her liking, it seemed to like she had figured out that the "ice cream" I had on my cheek when me and Harry emerged from the boys dorms wasn't actually ice cream. Took her long enough, I had thought when she confronted me about it. I had been wanting to confide with someone I trusted and someone Harry trusted in.

There weren't many of either and even fewer who fit in both categories. Initially after I had confessed what me and Harry had been doing that afternoon she had been concerned about us moving too fast, I smiled for myself when thinking about my response. " Not everyone wants to wait 3 years to even kiss the boy they fancy".

That had certainly shut her up momentarily allowing me to explain about the comfortability me and Harry shared. When she eventually accepted my reasoning she was actually quite interested in the details of our intimacy, especially my" submissiveness", she had apparently read about people like me in a book somewhere and she was very interested in why I liked Harry having control. It had almost been like she was conducting a study on me, that though made me snort interrupting Harry whilst he was kissing my neck" what's so funny" he asked, not stopping his exploration. " Just Thinking about Hermione's opinion on me liking to have your sperm blasted in my face" that certainly startled him out of his transfixation with my neck.

" You discussed what with Hermione" he answered me with a disbelieving look. "Me and Hermione was discussing our sex life, turns out she has a unnatural interest in why I like you cum in my face, turns out she has read about that particular characteristic tendency somewhere" I chose completely honest wanting to gauge his reaction on me sharing information with our friends. I had been a bit afraid of his reaction, but to my relief he just laughed out loud. "Leave it up to Hermione having read about sexual tendencies, that girl certainly has no stoppage for how much information she likes".

I snort back at him before trying to stand up, his arms are firmly holding me at the hips, hindering my escape. I look him in the eyes and see no signs of the earlier banter, all I could see now was lust. I looked at him challenging me to do something while we were this exposed, we were sitting at a table in the back of the library and even though we for the moment was alone, anyone could walk in at any time. The thought excited me and could feel my panties getting damp with arousal thinking about him taking me here.

I felt his arms lifting me up, placing me gently on the table. The wood felt cold to my bare skin, I had forgone wearing a robe today due to the warmth and I was currently wearing a modest blouse and a standard skirt, well maybe the skirt was a bit to short for school standard but I had grown a bit this year and had no time to get a new set.

Harry wasted no time, he immediately began rolling my skirt up to reveal his destination. Perhaps sensing that we ran a high risk of getting caught he dove directly in guiding my panties to the side to get direct contact with my pussy. His tongue felt just like I remembered it and just as good as it felt in the dreams I had been having since. I could feel him swirling his tongue around my opening, teasing me. Teaching him the first time had certainly had great results, he moved with much more confidence and control now and he seemed to have memorized all my weakest spots.

My girl mates had warned me that inexperienced guys rarely were able to give you orgasms without you coaching them, but they were not supposed to learn this quickly. From what I had been told it would take them around 4-5 times before really getting the hang of things, but no, of course Harry had to be different. This was his second time going down on me and he was making me feel things I never could have imagined before, without any assistance from me. Moaning loudly I encouraged him to continue his ministrations while I clamped my legs around his neck, trapping him.

My brain feels foggy with pleasure as he uses parseltongue again. Merlín that really is an amazing ability, no one would call it evil if they knew how pleasurable it could be. Somewhere in my brain I realized that I probably shouldn't be shouting Harry's name in the library, but that part of my brain was overthrown by all the pleasure flowing through me. Harry's hand clamped around my mouth, cutting my shriek in half. Initially I felt annoyed with him trying to shut him up, but then I heard it.

" Merlín what was that, did someone get hit by some spell?"

The sound of Ron's voice cut through the drunken fogginess around my brain and I quickly realized that they were going to see us in just a couple of seconds. There was no way that we were going to be able to make ourselves presentable at that time and I prepared myself for a long argument with my brother, but as Hermione and Ron emerged from between the book cases I felt Harry's invisibility cloak cover my half naked body, hiding me. I let out a nervous breathe, fuck that had been close.

" Where did Ginny go?" Hermione's question brought back the nervousness, I really hope that Harry has improved his ability to lie since the last time we also got caught.

" Em, she went to the toilet, we are meeting up later in the common room, I was just packing up my things, what brought you back" Harry's answer was coherent and plausible, I almost felt proud of him being more able to lie now that he was spending more time with me. It was an ability that I had always been proud of and it felt good knowing that I was rubbing off on Harry.

" I forgot my bag" Hermione pointed towards the chair next to we're I had been sitting earlier and her bag was certainly hanging there, how we didn't see it I don't know.

" Oh okay, go on ahead of me I have a couple of books I have to find for Dumbledore's training". It seemed unlikely that Hermione would pass on the chance to find more books, but to my surprise she and Ron walked off without a complaint. Seems like spending time alone with Ron was more important than books.

After a minute I felt safe to take off the cloak, now when the immediate danger was over my arousal was coming back in full force. "That was ummm" Harry managed two words before I dragged him by the hair back my core and forced him to get back to work. He didn't complain but one of his hands snaked up and pinched my nipple through the blouse. If he was looking to punish me he had failed terribly. Of course, looking to escalate the situation, I said so to him.

" mm, is that meant to punish me sir, can't you do better" , I called him sir, because that was what I had imagined calling him in my dreams. I found that I liked it and I was going to continue unless Harry didn't like it.

His reaction made me lean towards him liking it, he managed to free himself from my iron grip and he looked into my eyes with a wild look.

"Turn around and bend over the table" I scrambled to obey his order, his voice had been like a whiplash and it left no room for debate. I bent over the table and presented my ass to him, it felt extremely arousing imagining how probably looked from a third person perspective now, bent over a table with me skirt bunched up around my waist and with my panties around my ankles I probably looked more like a stripper than I well mannered student.

I could feel Harry's hand caressing my ass, groping and squeezing to his heart's content." What have I said about pulling my hair miss Weasley" his authoritative voice really made me feel weak in the knees. " I'm sorry sir, I was just really horny and wanted you to go back to licking me", I knew that Harry actually had no problem with me pulling his hair, but I recognized what he was doing and I embodied my role.

"Maybe so, but you forget your place, I am in charge of your pleasure and I decide whether you cum or not", Merlín how was he so natural at this. Seems like he knows exactly what I want. "Please sir, I really need to cum" I didn't really know if I was still playing my role or not, the thought of not getting to cum had me panicking.

"Oh trust me Miss Weasley, you will cum but not before getting punished" he ended his statement with a hard spank to my ass. I could barely believe what was happening, the spank had stung but I couldn't focus on anything other than the disbelief I felt. He had actually spanked me, this was better than I could've ever hoped for. I felt his hand come down on my other cheek much harder than before, this time I couldn't ignore the stinging sensation, but I felt myself enjoying the feeling. It hurt but in a pleasurable way, when his hand came down for the third time I couldn't help myself but moan.

"Why am I not surprised you are enjoying this?" as he ended his question he brought a finger to my core and collected some of my juices. " Just look at this, you are dripping," he said with a cheerful tone." Only for you sir" I answered back, doing my best to sound as submissive as I felt. He seemed to like my statement, because he continued to stimulate me with one hand as the other continued to spank my already reddening cheeks .

"Do my little slut like getting spanked" he asked with a lust filled voice. Slut was something I have never considered being used towards me in this kind of scenario, but I found myself liking it.

" Yes I do " I half spoke half shouted out as he thrusted two fingers into my dripping pussy. I could feel my orgasm nearing quickly. He was wrong, his fingers in and out quickly and making sure to touch my clit every time possible. Just as I felt the orgasm approach he stopped.

" Don't forget to ask for permission slut, remember I am in charge"

I almost came from his words alone, but managed to hold back and muster enough brain power to come up with a response." Please sir let me cum, I will let you do anything you want to me, fuck me anywhere and anytime you want with that big cock of ours". My declaration must have been enough because he sank down and did what he knew would finish me. His parseltongue was really something incredible was all I could think of as I felt my whole shaking from the power of my orgasm.

I was still lying face down ass up a couple of minutes later still recovering from the orgasm when I felt Harry gently patting my sore ass cheeks. " Ginny we really have to get going now" I knew that he was right but I still felt shaky. " Don't know if I can move," I said truthfully.

" I will help you come on now" he dragged me to my feet, helping me from not falling. Feeling a bit sturdier, I began trying to make myself look more presentable. My panties were nowhere to be seen but I could see something red sticking up from Harry's pocket. I smiled for myself when we began wandering towards the gryffindor tower. Suddenly I was struck with the realization that Harry hadn't cum or really gotten any stimulation out of our encounter.

" Em Harry, do you want me to take care of you?" I finished with an obvious tilt towards his groin.

" No Ginny I think that I can manage to wait, I do after all have a "anywhere" to sample", as he said" anywhere" I felt his fingers brush across my arsehole and I wondered what monster I had created.

A/N:Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Chapter 4 is up on my .