The Next Morning waking up Ginny looked at the clock again, It was only 4:00 a.m. She smiled as she saw Oliver sleeping, he looked so handsome. She kissed his ear, making him wake up, but he continued to keep his eyes closed, he was sleepy.
"mmm." he said
"Come on wake up."
"nooo." he said groggy.
"did fucking me really make you this tired." she said giggling.
He turned to his side, to his forehead and hers were connected.
"Love Ginny. I made love to you, I didn't fuck you." he said turning on to his back again and going back to sleep.
"oh come on wake up."
"nooo." he said groggy again.
Ginny got on top on him still naked, she began rubbing herself on him again, Oliver kept his eye closed but smiled, his dick quickly getting hard again, Ginny let bare penis enter her again. It felt so much better with out the protection he had on earlier. Ginny began "making love" to him, she closed her eyes as she went up and down on him. She opened them when she felt Oliver's hands on her hips. He turned her over so he was on top of her again.
Once again he began to thrust hard into her, she moaned. Closing his eyes, he could feel more pleasure like this then he did when he the rubber material on his dick.
"Oh yeah.. fuck me Oliver." Ginny moaned teasing him.
He smiled, but didn't open his eyes or slowen his pace.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed as she took most of his length into her cunt in one go. This wasn't enough for her, however, and she ground herself down onto him until all his delicious cock was inside her.
Ginny paused for a moment so she could enjoy the wondrous feeling of Oliver's big dick filling her but she couldn't remain still for long. Soon, her hips began to move of their own volition as she repeatedly impaled herself on his rock-hard column. Oliver gasped and grabbed her hips, helping to ram her small body down onto his pole.
Before long, she was screaming each time his cock plunged into her soaking wet pussy. It felt absolutely incredible and Ginny congratulated herself on instigating what had started as an act of kindness but had turned into a fantastic fuck. Oliver was clearly loving it too, and was thrusting himself up into her like his life depended on it. Such was the enthusiasm with which he shafted her that Ginny could feel his balls slapping against her arse with each lunge. "Sweet Merlin, could this get any better?" She wondered.
"Oh shit...you're so tight Gin, It's making me crazy. I don't want to hurt you." Oliver said.
"Faster, faster baby!" Ginny almost screamed.
Oliver felt how tight it was down there, and nearly blacked out with pleasure himself, and then she took his face, "Ollie make love to me please. Go faster, harder, and deeper into me." Ginny moaned.
She soon got her answer. With a strangled cry, Oliver suddenly flipped her over onto her back and pulled her legs into the air. In this position, he could really start giving it to her. Ginny laid back and let the handsome Quidditch player try and fuck her into unconsciousness. She orgasmed once, twice… hell, she lost count of the number of times she came. Her body was dripping with sweat and her mouth was bone dry but Oliver continued to pound her grateful pussy with his massive dick. Her nails dug into his arse cheeks as she urged him to fuck her even harder. The haste with which his backside was moving made it look like they were in a film that was being played at the wrong speed.
"Ah Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's soooo good, don't stop!" Ginny screamed.
Her face twisted in pleasure and she knitted her fists around the sheet. Oliver kept pounding her into the bed, feeling himself nearing orgasm.
"Oh Ginny! Ginny! I'm almost there!" he groaned loudly.
"So close, so close, make me cum Ollie! Ah! ah!"
"I'm… oh, fuck, I'm going to cum!" Oliver suddenly gasped.
"Do it!" she ordered. "Cum in me! Shoot your whole fucking load deep inside me!"
"I'm… I'm… aaaarhag!"
Oliver wailed as he slammed his dick deep into her one last time. He looked positively pained with his mouth open and his eyes closed. Ginny desperately ran her hands over his sticky body as she imagined all the creamy cum he was pumping into her.
Hearing her yell out his name like that pushed Oliver over the edge and he slammed a few more thrusts into her, deeper and harder than before releasing himself deep inside her. He collapsed next to her, both of them breathing hard.
"I'm… oh, fuck… I'm done," he managed to slur after some time.
"wow! Harry was right, not using the Contraceptive Charm is better." Ginny said as Ron walked into the room.
"What the hell is this? are you now a whore?!" Ron shouted.
"I know damn well you didn't just call me a whore!" Ginny shouted.
"so what if i did?! you're dating McManus!" Ron argued.
"They broke up Ron. lastnight." Neville said as he came downstairs from the dorm.
"why? What happened?" Hermione asked.
"After Harry and Susan's incident, Her and Michael got into an argument apparently. That's when Oliver brought her back to the Gryffindor common Room." Neville said.
"how'd you know that?" Ginny asked.
"Simple, I was coming to tell you that it worked, and Madam Bones took them to get checked out before coming back to Hogwarts. so they'll be gone for a few months." Neville said.
"Oh okay, glad to hear it." Ginny said smiling.
"But how did it work? I thought it took longer?" Hermione asked.
"we're going to figure that out but first, Ginny could you come with me out to Hagrids Cabin please?" Neville asked.
"Sure Nev, I need to get away from my git of a brother." Ginny said.
The old Ford Anglia sat nestled in a secluded glen deep within the Forbidden Forest as though it had always been there. Time and the elements had faded its once sky-blue body to almost white, dotted here and there with spots of rust like freckles across a girl's shoulders. The front and rear windshields, once battered and smashed by an irate Whomping Willow, were long since gone, as were the tires, now deflated and wound ribbonlike about the unsalvageable rims.
At some indeterminate point in time the bonnet had sprung open and a colony of knarls had moved in and built nests within the engine block. They were gone now, but the next generation would return to lay their eggs before the first frost settled across the grass. Inside the car, bluebells and lilies of the valley grew through the cracks in the sagging floorboards. Their delicate, floral scent filled the interior with a pleasant aroma that tickled the nose without causing one to sneeze.
Birds twittered amongst the branches of the trees that surrounded this place, occasionally swooping down to snatch up a dragonfly that wandered too far from the nearby stream. Bees buzzed lazily as they gathered nectar from the shock of hyacinths growing by the front rear tire, where the metal fender sheltered tender shoots from the still-cool nights and radiated replenishing heat from the morning sun.
He appeared at an opening between the trees without any warning, yet none of the creatures that called this place home, those both seen and unseen, were disturbed by his arrival. He'd come here often, after first discovering this place while researching a paper for Advanced Herbology early in his sixth year. It had been several months since his last visit, however. First because it had been too painful, both physically and emotionally, and then because he hadn't had the time. He'd made the time to come here today; today was a special day, and after today he would be going away. He might be gone for a long time. How long, he couldn't say.
He raised his hand to shield his eyes and peered up at the sun to gauge its position in the sky. It had just passed its zenith, which meant she would soon be making her way from the castle to meet him here. He'd left markers along the way, to show her the path only he knew. He'd never shared this place with anyone before.
The sun felt warm on his face, so he shrugged out of his robes and rolled up his shirt sleeves before he picked up the large hamper he'd brought with him and walked toward the car. He set the hamper down and, with a flick of his wand, opened the boot and took out the blanket he'd kept stored there. Moths seemed to have nibbled at it during his absence, but it was still serviceable; he shook it out and spread it across a patch of clover, to let the mustiness air out. Then, with a slight grimace as the still-tender muscles in his leg protested, he knelt down to examine the contents of the hamper, to see what the kitchen elves had provided for this occasion. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at the discovery that they had spared no trouble for him. He'd have to be sure to remember to thank them later with an offering of wild cress and morels only he knew where to find.
A twig snapped not far off. The birds took flight noisily. A hare that had been studying him from the edge of the glen disappeared with a flash of white. Then the girl he'd been waiting for, the girl he felt he'd been waiting for his whole life, stepped out of the trees and into the light, a vision of loveliness in a simple spring frock, her bright red hair kissed by the sun. She smiled when she saw him standing by the car, and he fell in love with her all over again.
Her stride lengthened as she approached. The graceful sway of her hips and the fine, smooth curves of her body visible beneath the flowing lines of her dress nearly took his breath away. He wanted desperately to embrace her but...it was too soon. He hadn't seen her in so long. Not since he'd left St. Mungo's, at last able to walk mostly unassisted after a long convalescence. She'd escorted him home that day, she and Ron and Hermione. She'd given him her arm as he negotiated the steps, then guided him to a chair by the fireplace, smoothed the hair across his sweaty brow, and spread a blanket across his lap. The next day she left for her final year at Hogwarts. In time he recovered from his injuries, but he would walk with a slight limp the rest of his life.
She stood before him now in his private little paradise and gazed up at him with those dark brown eyes he hadn't had the courage to look into back then. A gentle smile curved her lips. "Neville," she said, "it's so good to see you again."
Then her arms were around him and her cheek was pressed against his chest and he was helpless to do anything but raise his arms to return her embrace. Her hair, which fell loosely to her waist, felt like spun silk beneath his hands. She smelled as clean and fresh and pure as a meadow after a hard summer shower. "It's good to see you too, Ginny," he breathed, filling his lungs with the scent of her.
When she pulled back to look up at him he reluctantly released his hold on her. His arms ached with emptiness. "How have you been?" she asked, taking his hands to lace her fingers through his. "I hadn't heard from you all summer, I was beginning to worry."
"I've been busy," he said. What pleasure it would bring him, he thought with a pang of yearning, to drown himself in those fathomless pools of brown. "First I had to settle Mum's and Dad's estates, then the Ministry assigned me to a new research project."
Her eyebrows raised. "The Department of Mysteries?"
He shook his head. "St. Mungo's, actually. Spell damage." He felt the slight frisson of her shiver through their linked hands, and knew what she was remembering. "I'm hoping to find a plant-based cure for people who've suffered brain damage."
Her eyes brightened with unshed tears. "For your parents," she whispered hoarsely.
"It's too late to help them, but maybe I can help others," he said. "I don't want anyone else to have a childhood like mine." The increased pressure of his fingers almost brought tears to his own eyes. He blinked rapidly to keep them at bay; he didn't want to cry, not now at any rate. He'd already wept enough, for lost friends and family.
"Merlin's beard," Ginny breathed, startling him until he realized she was looking at the car. "I think that's Dad's old enchanted car!" She looked up at him with wonder in her eyes. "How did you find it? Ron said he hadn't seen it since it rescued him and Harry from the Acromantulas!"
He shrugged bashfully. "I found it a couple of years ago by accident. I told Ron, but he said he thought it might be happier out here in the forest." He studied his feet. "I used to come here when...well, when things got bad."
He looked up at the touch of her hand on his arm. "Like when your gran died?" she asked.
"Yeah. Or that day in Hogsmeade. Y'know, when we saw Bellatrix Lestrange."
Her breath felt warm on his cheek when she hugged him. "Oh, Neville," she murmured. "No one ever seemed to realize that you'd suffered just as much as Harry."
It felt so good to have her in his arms again, he didn't ever want to let go. "'Sokay," he said. "It's all over now. She can't hurt me ever again." He swallowed thickly. "She can't hurt anyone."
The tension between them had grown almost too heartrending to endure much longer. He knew he had to pull back somehow, to bring the conversation back around to matters less painful for either of them. He had planned this afternoon so carefully, he didn't want anything to ruin it. So this time he pulled back first, albeit reluctantly, and smiled down at her. "C'mon," he said. "Otherwise the food might spoil in the sun." He tugged at her hand and led her over to the blanket, where he'd laid out the plates of sandwiches and sliced fruit the elves had so lovingly prepared.
"Is all this for me?" she asked as he opened a bottle of chilled butterbeer and handed it to her. "Really, Neville, you shouldn't have. This is too much!"
"It's a celebration. You deserve one. You are finished with your Studies, aren't you?" he asked.
She leaned back on her hands, her ankles crossed demurely before her, and heaved a great sigh of relief. "Sat my last exam yesterday. I can't believe I'm finally finished!"
"I reckon Filch can't believe he's finally finished with you Weasleys," he said with a chuckle.
She laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that made his chest hitch every time he heard it. "For a while, at least." Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she nibbled at a wedge of pear. "Ron and Hermione have been dropping hints about a 'big announcement' once I'm home."
He almost choked on the cucumber sandwich he'd just bitten into. "Ron and Hermione?" She leaned forward to wipe crumbs from his beard. "They certainly didn't wait long."
"No," she sighed. "I think they were both so happy to come through the whole bloody mess alive, they..." She blushed and looked down at the blanket, her fingers worrying at a hole. "Well, you know."
He blushed too, as unbidden images of himself and Ginny doing exactly the same thing filled his mind's eye. In that moment, he envied Ron more than he ever had before. "I know just how they feel," he murmured. She gasped, and he looked up to see her staring at him with bright eyes. He hadn't intended to voice his thoughts out loud, but once he had he was glad of it. It was liberating, somehow, to bare his feelings to her like this. It was why he'd invited her here, after all. Nonetheless, he thought as she resumed picking at the hole in the blanket, he didn't want to frighten her off. She'd endured just as much as he had; in some ways, she'd endured more.
"How are the cucumber sandwiches?" he heard her ask quietly.
He looked up at her to see she'd slipped her sandals off and was now wiggling her toes in the clover beside the blanket. "Not bad," he said, "though there's more dill in the dressing than I usually like." He held the plate out to her. "Try one?"
When she turned toward him to accept the plate, he noticed the brightness was gone from her eyes. He hoped that was a good sign, that she was at least receptive to him. "Thanks," she said, as she took a sandwich and scooted back on to the blanket.
They passed the afternoon at leisure, filling themselves with fruit and sandwiches and butterbeer. Their conversation grew more relaxed, and their laughter rebounded against the trees as she told him of her adventures during the past year. In time they grew drowsy, and he could barely contain his joy when she stretched out next to him and dozed off. He curled himself around her and watched the flickering movements of her eyes behind the translucent lids. He wondered what she dreamed of.
Some time later he awoke to see her watching him, much as he had done to her. She shivered slightly and rubbed her hands up and down her arms. By now the sun had descended beyond the tops of the trees and taken its warmth with it. "Are you cold?" he asked, pushing himself up stiffly to scoot closer to her.
She nodded. "Just a little."
He got up clumsily, a twinge clamping down on his leg, and offered her his hand to assist her to her feet. He led her to the car, opened the door and ushered her inside. "We'll be warmer in here," he explained.
The worn leather seat creaked as he slid across it. "Music?" he asked. She smiled, and he pulled out his wand to activate the radio. A pale light emanated from the dashboard and highlighted Ginny's features in shades of chiaroscuro.
"Just as good as moonlight," she said. She tucked her bare feet up underneath her skirt and leaned her head against his shoulder. He raised his arm to lay it across the back of the seat, behind her head, and she snuggled closer with a soft sigh. His heart pounded in his throat. Would she object if he dropped his arm, just a little bit, and rested it across her shoulders? He held his breath.
To his delight, she didn't object. In fact, she seemed to pull herself closer to him. His pulse soared. Then she said, "Do you ever...think about him?"
His heart sank. He should have known this would happen. Rather than protest, however, he made a quiet, affirmative noise at the back of his throat. "Every morning, when I wake up, I remember that it was his sacrifice that made it possible for me to live to see a new day." His voice was husky now, thick with melancholy and longing.
"I miss him," she said.
He closed his eyes at the plunging sensation he felt when she nuzzled against his chest. "You loved him, didn't you."
She didn't answer for a long time while her fingers played idly with the placket on his shirt. He turned his face into her hair, breathing in its sweet, gentle aroma once again. After a long time she said, her voice so quiet he had to lean forward to hear it, "Yes."
A hard lump rose in his throat. He tried to swallow it, but it rose anew, choking him with its bitterness. The hand that had been tracing circles on her shoulder stilled its motion. "I...I see."
Her head came up so quickly she also cracked it against his chin, and she stared at him with wide eyes. In the twilight her freckles were no longer visible. "Neville, I -" she began.
His breath caught. Light from the dashboard flickered in her eyes. "What is it, Ginny?" he rasped.
To his utter astonishment, she leaned forward and kissed him. Suddenly the slow burn that had been building deep within his belly for so many years ignited. He tightened his hold around her shoulders, pulling her to him, and surrendered himself to the moist warmth of her mouth and her brazen caresses.
"Ginny," he moaned after a time. She unzipped his trousers to thrust her small, warm hand inside, and stars swam before his eyes. "I...I don't...I can't..."
Her teeth tugged gently at his earlobe. "Don't stop," she groaned. "Don't ever stop." He needed no more encouragement.
It was clumsy and fumbling and messy and frantic and over all too soon, not at all what he'd hoped it to be. But he was two months shy of nineteen, and she only just eighteen; what did they know of such matters? When it was over and their breathing had returned to normal she curled up next to him and dozed while he sought desperately the right words to beg her forgiveness.
He didn't have to wait long for her to rouse. Soon she stretched catlike against him and burrowed her nose in his neck with a soft, susurrant sigh. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably as he felt the heat within rekindle.
She lifted her head from his chest and pressed a hand against his cheek. He fought to control his trembling. "I like the beard on you. It makes you look...distinguished."
"Thanks," he said, smiling down at her. "It hides the scar."
She smiled sleepily back at him, then leaned forward to kiss him on the corner of his mouth before laying her head back against his chest. "You should wear your scar with pride," she said. "As a badge of honor."
He swallowed. He'd never considered that possibility; it had never occurred to him that she would see him in that light. "Someday, maybe. Right now...it's still too soon." He knew she'd understand. She'd been there when he'd received the injury that disfigured his face, and the other one that nearly destroyed his leg.
Her hand made soft, caressing motions across his chest before coming to rest on a button. Slowly, deliberately, she opened his shirt further, then slipped her hand inside and began to stroke his bare skin with the same maddening gentleness.
"Ginny," he hissed, stiffening. "Please don't."
She sat up to study him, concern turning down the corners of her mouth. "Is something wrong?" she asked. Ashamed of himself and his eager responsiveness, he tried to move away from her, but she pressed her hands against his shoulders and held him fast. "Neville?" she said. She grasped his chin to turn his face toward hers. "You don't regret what we just did, do you?" Her lower lip quivered.
He could barely look at her. He felt like such an oaf. "Do you?"
A tear slid down her cheek and she sighed. "No, of course not."
"B-But what about H-Harry?" he gulped. He hadn't expected her to be so resolute.
"What about him?"
It took every ounce of strength he could muster to keep the tempest of his emotions in check. "You...You said you loved him."
She straddled him then, throwing a leg across his lap so she could face him directly. He gasped at the painful intimacy of their contact. "Yes, Neville, I did love Harry," she said. She took a deep breath. "I do love him. Part of me will always love him. But he's dead, and no amount of magic is going to bring him back. I don't intend to spend the rest of my life in mourning for the boy who made that life possible."
"But -"
She pressed a hand against his lips. "Let me finish." She waited for his acquiescence. "You said it yourself: Harry sacrificed himself for us. All of us. It was his and Susan's gift to the wizarding world. Don't you think he'd want to know his sacrifice had not been for naught? Don't you think he'd want us to enjoy what he gave us?" She leaned forward and whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Ron and Hermione have been. Why should we be any different?"
She sat back then to study him, to see if her words had taken hold. He permitted himself the exquisite privilege of looking deep into her eyes and found something there he'd never noticed before, a vibrancy, a vitality that sent his blood surging through his veins. He raised his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing the tender skin beneath her eye. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him, turning her face to press a kiss into his palm.
"Ginny," he groaned. He sat up to bury his lips in the hollow just beneath her throat. Her fine, strong hands took hold of both sides of his face and raised it to hers. Soon he had lost himself once again in her increasingly passionate kisses.
She took his hand then and led him out of the car and pulled him down beside her on the blanket. They undressed slowly, enjoying the sight of each other's bodies in the pale light cast from the dashboard through the open door. When a cool night breeze raised goose pimples across his flesh, she Summoned his robe and draped it over them. His basest needs having already been satisfied, he gave himself up to her desires and let her set the pace this time. She showed him where and how to touch her and he took his gratification in the sounds of her pleasure. Then, after they had both reached completion, they collapsed in exhausted slumber.
He awoke some time later to find the crescent moon high above them and music still playing softly from the car radio. The nocturnal denizens of the forest moved about the trees around them, but he wasn't afraid. Harry's passing had blessed them all with a courage beyond measure. Not for the first time that day he offered up a psalm of thanksgiving to his friend.
Beside him Ginny turned in her sleep and shuffled closer to him to throw an arm and a leg across his torso. He couldn't restrain the grin that spread across his face. His fingers traced designs on her forearm as he waited for her to awake.
She slowly returned to consciousness, pulling herself closer and closer until she was practically atop him. The more she wiggled and nuzzled against him, the more invigorated he grew. He doubted she was as oblivious to that fact as she seemed to be. Sooner or later, he'd have to address the issue. For now, however, he simply enjoyed the reverberation of her heartbeat against his chest, the feel of her thick, tousled hair feathered over his arms and shoulders, and the smooth expanse of her bare back beneath his hands.
He craned his neck forward to press a kiss to her brow. "Ginny?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you awake?"
"No."
A rumble of laughter shook his chest. She raised her head to glare at him half-heartedly, then placed her hands, palms down, on his chest and rested her chin on them. He lifted a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and her eyes drifted shut again.
"Ginny."
"I'm awake," she insisted.
"Ginny, please, look at me. This is important."
Her eyes opened, all trace of sleep gone. "Neville, what's wrong?"
He sighed, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. "You know that research project I mentioned earlier? The one for St. Mungo's?"
Her brow furrowed. "Yes."
He looked at the stars above them. "Well, it's a field assignment."
"Field assignment? What does that mean?"
"In my case, it means I have to go to Costa Rica. Tomorrow."
She sat up then, astride him, and wrapped his robe around her upper torso. "Costa Rica? Why? For how long?"
His hands strayed to her thighs. If she wanted to go he wouldn't stop her, but he desperately hoped she'd stay and hear him out. "I'm going to be working in the rain forest. There are plants there that...that we don't even know all the properties of, and some plants that haven't even been discovered yet!" His voice grew louder as his excitement built. As much as he hated the thought of leaving her behind, he was just as eager to move ahead with his research. "I think-I hope-that I can find the cure there, in the rain forest. I just know I can."
One hand still clutched his robe around her shoulders, but the other had come to rest on top of his. He turned it slightly to entwine his fingers with hers. "How long will you be gone?" she asked.
"I don't know," he admitted. "At least six months."
"Six months," she murmured. "Oh, Neville." She released the robe and lay back down atop him. "That's why you were so eager to see me."
Ice-cold daggers of fear and shame plunged into his heart. "No!" he cried. "I didn't come here just for a shag. Please believe me," he begged, his voice quavering with emotion, "I had no idea things would turn out this way."
She lifted her head to study him. "Really?" she asked, her own voice breaking.
"Merlin, Ginny, you were always a fantasy I thought would never come true. I planned this day to...to tell you...how I felt...before I left. Not to get into your knickers!"
A smile curled up one corner of her mouth. "Well then, I guess I ruined everything."
He closed his eyes in frustration. "Ginny, please forgive me. I...I -" The softness of her lips against his silenced him, until the deliberate movements of her hands elicited entirely different sounds from his throat. As the pressure began to build he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, taking care not to crush her beneath him. "Ginny," he groaned. "I don't want you -"
"Neville, hush," she said, placing her hand against his lips. "I know you didn't invite me here for a shag. That's not who you are." He relaxed slightly and bowed his head. "You say you'll be gone for six months?"
He nodded. "Probably at least that long. Maybe longer."
She seemed to turn this over in her mind for quite some time. He held his breath until he thought his chest would explode. Then, at last, she seemed to have reached some sort of decision, because she crooked her finger beneath his chin and raised it until he was looking her in the eye. "Promise me that, six months from today, even if your research isn't complete, you'll be here, in this very spot. Do that, and I'm your best friend for life. If you're not here..."
He raised himself up on his arms and stared down at her in joy and wonder. "You mean that? You-You'll wait for me?"
She smiled up at him and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, curling her fingers in his hair. "I'll keep my promise, if you keep yours."
"I promise!" he whispered hoarsely, unable to believe his good fortune.
"Good," she murmured. "Now kiss me, you wanker, and give me something to remember you by for the next six months."
Suddenly gripped with love, Ginny stuffed Neville's cock back in her mouth and began to suck it furiously. She could feel his member throbbing in her hand and it excited her no end. Almost unaware she was doing it, she slipped her left hand between her legs and began to rub her increasingly wet twat. She could actually smell her arousal quite strongly now.
"Oh, fuck me, that's good," Neville groaned. "That's it, Ginny, suck me."
Delighted that she was having such a strong effect on the young man, Ginny redoubled her efforts. Feeling a little variety was in order, she pulled his dick from her mouth and began to rub her tongue all over his swollen head. He gasped and flinched slightly as she dragged her tongue over the slit in the head of his penis. Having not realised that this was such a sensitive area for men, she concentrated on it without mercy causing the his legs to start trembling.
They hurried over to a vacant mattress on the far side of the room which, Ginny noted, was far enough away that nobody could see what they were doing. Of course, Neville was limp by this point, so she made him lay on his back which he did so with an expectant grin on his face.
Without another word, Neville dropped to his knees and forced her legs open. His head darted forward and, before Ginny realised what was happening, he began to eat her pussy.
"Oh, bloody hell. BLOODY HELL," she nearly screamed as his tongue began to work its magic. Neville seemed to have no problem with it. Indeed, he seemed to be an expert!
Ginny writhed in pleasure as the Gryffindor licked her most intimate parts. It was, without doubt, the most amazing sensation she had ever experienced and she knew that if he kept this up she would orgasm soon. Not wanting to miss out on that, she grabbed his head to trap him between her legs. The boys responded by actually penetrating her with his tongue. She nearly came on the spot.
"Fuck!" she screamed, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.
Neville didn't take mercy on her and continued to ravage her pussy with his mouth, even as she quivered and shook. As each shudder washed over her body, she squealed like a stuffed pig, much to her own embarrassment.
With the feeling of excitement building in her, Ginny flopped down between the older boy's legs and took his flaccid cock in her hand. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around it, she could feel it start to harden but that wasn't fast enough for her. While keeping eye contact with Neville, she stuck out her tongue and slowly began to run the tip of it over his soft head. His cock was sticky from filming when they started kissing, she realised that she didn't care. As she left a silvery trail of saliva over the head of his dick, it began to stiffen rapidly. Very soon, Ginny found herself with a fully erect cock in her hand. Doing what she did best, she slid it into her mouth.
Neville shuddered with pleasure as she began to suck on his magnificent member. As she slurped, she remembered overhearing older girls talking about deep throating their boyfriends and she wondered how much of Neville's cock she could take. The boy was a good seven or eight inches long, so it would be a challenge but she was up for it. After all, she'd been a total slag up to this point, so why not go the whole hog?
Taking a deep breath, Ginny began to work more and more of Neville's rock hard dick down her throat. It wasn't easy and her initial reaction was to gag. It took her a little while to adjust to breathing through her nose and to fight her instincts. Once she was comfortable, she pushed her head down further and took even more of the long shaft into her mouth.
By this point, Neville was sobbing like a baby and gently stroking her hair as she gobbled his cock. She was pleased that he didn't try to force her to take more of it down her throat and for her to work at her own speed. Grasping that she only had an inch or so to go, she made one last effort and a moment later her nose made contact with the soft flesh of Neville's groin. His pubic hair tickled her upper lip but she'd managed to do it. All his cock was now in her mouth!
"Gah!" Ginny yelled as she pulled her head back and was at last able to breathe. Saliva dripped down her chin and all down Neville's cock. The boy in question just stared at her in amazement.
"Fucking hell, Gin! That was amazing. I never expected you to do that!" Neville said.
"First time for everything," she slurred. "You know what you can do to pay me back?" Ginny asked.
"What?" Neville asked.
"Stick that big cock of yours right up my wet pussy!" Ginny said as she crawled forward until her head was parallel with his. She kissed him once, her tongue jousting with his briefly before she reached down between her legs and grabbed his throbbing shaft. She manoeuvred it until it was pressed up against her dripping hole before she thrust her hips down hard.
Looking Ginny straight in the eyes, Neville made the first thrust, not sinking in all the way so he wouldn't hurt her. She gasped as he entered her. Before pulling out, Neville pushed in all the way, staying to let her get use to his size.
"Ah, ouch, Damn, you're so big Nev." Ginny said.
He slowly pulled out and jammed his cock back into Ginny, breaking her hymen. She yelled as he did so, but knew it would be better from here. Neville took a slow, steady pace, pulsing in and out of Ginny.
Neville straightened, allowing Ginny to catch sight of his magnificent cock once again. It stood, straight and proud, with his helmet purple and angry looking. His manhood seemed even larger than when she'd been sucking it and she briefly had a stab of fear that it would hurt when he put it in her. Taking the throbbing monster in his hand, Neville shuffled forward until he was lined up with her entrance. Ginny spread her legs wider inviting him in. Even if she was nervous, her all-consuming lust overcame any concerns. She wanted that big dick in her pussy and she wanted it now.
Offering her a quick wink, Neville rubbed the head of his cock against her soaking-wet folds several times, gathering lubrication and frustrating the hell out of her. Then, finally, he pushed forward and sunk his throbbing dick into her needy pussy.
"Oh, bloody hell!" she moaned as she felt the first few inches slide into her. It felt like heaven to her and she couldn't wait until all his length was buried deep in her pussy.
"Alright there, Ginny?" Neville asked, sounding rather worried.
"Fuck, yes!" she spat. "Come on baby, I want all of that big dick inside me!"
Smiling again, the handsome Gryffindor needed no further encouragement. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his cock further and further inside her, causing Ginny to nearly cum on the spot. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he began to move backwards and forwards, repeatedly thrusting his dick deep into her pussy. She began to squeal each time he plunged into her, her body tingling with excitement like she had never experienced before.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed as she took most of his length into her cunt in one go. This wasn't enough for her, however, and she ground herself down onto him until all his delicious cock was inside her.
Ginny paused for a moment so she could enjoy the wondrous feeling of Neville's big dick filling her but she couldn't remain still for long. Soon, her hips began to move of their own volition as she repeatedly impaled herself on his rock-hard column. Neville gasped and grabbed her hips, helping to ram her small body down onto his pole.
Before long, she was screaming each time his cock plunged into her soaking wet pussy. It felt absolutely incredible and Ginny congratulated herself on instigating what had started as an act of kindness but had turned into a fantastic fuck. Neville was clearly loving it too, and was thrusting himself up into her like his life depended on it. Such was the enthusiasm with which he shafted her that Ginny could feel his balls slapping against her arse with each lunge. Sweet Merlin, could this get any better? She wondered.
"Oh shit...you're so tight Gin, It's making me crazy. I don't want to hurt you." Neville said.
"Faster, faster baby!" Ginny almost screamed.
Neville felt how tight it was down there, and nearly blacked out with pleasure himself, and then she took his face, "Nev make love to me please. Go faster, harder, and deeper into me. Make me yours and only yours." Ginny moaned.
She soon got her answer. With a strangled cry, Neville suddenly flipped her over onto her back and pulled her legs into the air. In this position, he could really start giving it to her. Ginny laid back and let the handsome Quidditch player try and fuck her into unconsciousness. She orgasmed once, twice… hell, she lost count of the number of times she came. Her body was dripping with sweat and her mouth was bone dry but Neville continued to pound her grateful pussy with his massive dick. Her nails dug into his arse cheeks as she urged him to fuck her even harder. The haste with which his backside was moving made it look like they were in a film that was being played at the wrong speed.
"Ah Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's soooo good, don't stop!" Ginny screamed.
Her face twisted in pleasure and she knitted her fists around the sheet. Neville kept pounding her into the bed, feeling himself nearing orgasm.
"Oh Ginny! Ginny! I'm almost there!" he groaned loudly.
"So close, so close, make me cum Nev! Ah! ah!"
"I'm… oh, fuck, I'm going to cum!" Neville suddenly gasped.
"Do it!" she ordered. "Cum in me! Shoot your whole fucking load deep inside me! Get me Pregnant! Please!"
"I'm… I'm… aaaarhag!"
Neville wailed as he slammed his dick deep into her one last time. He looked positively pained with his mouth open and his eyes closed. Ginny desperately ran her hands over his sticky body as she imagined all the creamy cum he was pumping into her.
Hearing her yell out his name like that pushed Neville over the edge and he slammed a few more thrusts into her, deeper and harder than before, releasing himself deep inside her. He collapsed next to her, both of them breathing hard.
"I'm… oh, fuck… I'm done," he managed to slur after some time.
They made love a third time, and this time when she cried out it was with his name on her lips, not Harry's.
"Gin, you know I'm going to be with Hannah on this assignment. So I may end up with her." Neville said not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"Let's just go to bed." Ginny said as they got up and left to go back to the Gryffindor common Room.