Michael sat at a corner desk in the Hogwarts library staring blankly at the letters on a page of a book that he couldn't remember the title of. He'd been back at Hogwarts for a little over a week now, and he'd barely even seen Ginny... in fact, aside from a few glimpses in the common room and in the great hall, he hadn't seen her at all. He thought about her though. All the time. Like now, for example, while he sat in the library for over two hours trying to get through one chapter of assigned reading for... he checked the cover; transfiguration. Wonderful. at the table across Harry opened his book back up to the right page and started to read the first paragraph for the hundredth time. Two sentences later however, he found his mind wandering to dinner, when Ginny had thrown him a quick smile across a huge table and a sea of people... Michael wished with all his might that he was back at the burrow; at least there he only had her parents, his best friend and the rest of her brothers in the way. Here at Hogwarts there were always people around, and it was really getting on his nerves. He just wanted to feel her in his arms again. He wanted to feel the way that she melted into him as their lips met. He wanted to taste her, to smell her... he just wanted to be with her. At this point he'd settle for an unguarded conversation. Shit. Transfiguration. Michael started to read the first paragraph for the hundred and first time.
As He looked over to see what she was doing, He noticed that she went under the table. So he went to go to the bathroom.
Michael stormed into the restroom, threw himself into a stall, and sat on the toilet. "What is wrong with me?" he demanded. He ran his fingers through his hair, and shut his eyes to try and figure out what to do next. He couldn't just go back to the table and pretend like nothing had happened...he should probably just leave...God, Ginny felt so good in his arms...the way her hips moved... Michael's eyes flew open, he looked down, and saw what he already felt; a huge bulge in his pants. His erection hadn't flagged yet. "Damn" he muttered as he unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled his cock out and started stroking it to the beat of the music coming from the dance floor just outside, imagining that he and Ginny were still dancing, still grinding...he was just getting close when he heard the bathroom door swing open. He froze mid-stroke and waited for the intruder to cross to the urinals, take care of his business, and leave Harry in peace. Instead, he heard that person coming towards the stalls. Harry cursed silently to himself, and was just about to give up and put his cock back in his pants when someone knocked on his stall. Once more, Har froze. What the hell was going on? Then he heard the last thing he was expecting; "Michael open the door." It was Ginny.
"Ginny what the hell are you doing? This is the men's room, anyone could walk in..."
"I locked the door with magic...please open your stall...and don't bother doing up your pants."
Oh my God. She knew. Of course she knew; she had felt the bulge in his pants! Hell, she'd created it! He could not open that door. If he did then she would probably... Michael reached out and unlocked the stall. The door swung open, and there she was, looking so goddamn sexy! His erection that had been flagging since he first heard the door opening came jerking back to attention. She came into the stall, and suddenly his nostrils were filled with her scent of apples and rose water, and all coherent thought cleared from his head. He knew only one thing; he had to have her in his arms now.
He started to get up in order to accomplish that goal, but she pushed him back down, straddled his lap and took his mouth in a violent, passionate kiss that Michael felt all the way down in his toes. He embraced her, and pulled her closer and closer, but couldn't seem to get her close enough. Just when he was starting to get really frustrated, she started gyrating her hips again. This time, however, there was less fabric separating them, since Michael's pants and underpants were down around his ankles and, in straddling his lap, the skirt of Ginny's dress had been pushed up around her hips, leaving only the thin, silky fabric of her panties between them. It felt so good! He could feel the warm moisture of her... They continued like that for some time, kissing and humping, until Michael was almost to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. He felt that after a few more moments like this, he wouldn't be able to keep it together any longer, and would probably blow his load all over Ginny. Suddenly, Ginny pulled away and got up. He let out a grunt of frustration, not managing anything more coherent in his state. But instead of righting herself and leaving, Ginny took off her underwear, hiked up her skirt, and knelt between his knees. In that moment, their eyes locked and he knew that she had been feeling the same way that he had for just as long, if not longer. He also knew that she was worth the risk of losing Ron's friendship. She was worth everything.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she took the tip of his member in her mouth, and he let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. She then took more into her mouth while bringing her right hand up to the shaft, and then began moving her mouth and hand in synch up and down his member. He broke their eye contact, throwing his head back and moaning in rapture. When he had gained enough control to look back at her, she had her left hand in between her own legs, and was fingering herself in time with the strokes that she was giving him. If it was possible, he got even more aroused by the sight of it.
Michael didn't last long- which wasn't a big surprise considering how much attention his cock had been getting tonight- but it was still long enough for Ginny to cum twice before he finally let his load go right into Ginny's mouth. Smiling at him, she swallowed it, then lowered her mouth back to his member, and sucked the remaining drops from the tip. She then got up, leaned over him, and kissed him one more time before leaning down and murmuring in his ear "The others are probably wondering where we are". Michael had completely forgotten where they were, or that the others were out in the club waiting for them. For the last hour, his world had consisted entirely of Ginny.
"I suppose we should get going then" he finally managed once he remembered how to speak.
They both got dressed, and managed to get out of the men's room without being seen. Then they went back to the small table where Ron, Hermione, Fred and George had had so many butterbeers, that they didn't even mention Harry and Susan's or Michael and Ginny's absence, nor did they notice how close they sat, or that they seemed to keep looking at each other as though they had just met.