I meant to say before that this story could follow on from my other story "Burrowing", so please do check that out too if you are enjoying this! That's where the reference to Harry's last birthday comes from…
July
"Happy Birthday Harry," Ginny whispered, as she rolled over in bed towards him, draping one arm and leg across his body.
"Thank you," he replied with a croaky voice, blinking his bleary eyes as he looked across into hers.
"Remember your last birthday?" she asked.
"How could I forget?" he replied with a grin as he rolled over to face her, wrapping his arms around her and inching his lips towards her for a kiss.
Ginny laughed as she leaned in too, and their lips met tenderly.
"I'm so glad I get to wake up next to you now," Ginny said, smiling as she reflected on how, three weeks earlier, they had told her family that they were officially together, meaning Harry no longer had to sleep in Ron's room, which had the added benefit of giving Ron and Hermione some space in the process. Naturally, Mrs Weasley had cried happy tears at the news, with much muttering about how Harry had always part of the family anyway, and surprisingly she hadn't even batted an eyelid when Ginny had suggested that perhaps Harry should move into her room for the rest of the summer.
"I'm glad I get to wake up next to you too," Harry replied, "and you're much easier to sleep with than Ron."
"Ewwwww!" Ginny laughed.
"No, no! I meant because of the snoring!" Harry half-shouted over Ginny's chuckles.
Presumably as a means of distracting her from the images going through her head, Harry put his lips against Ginny's once more. She breathed in deeply through her nose as Harry's mouth pressed upon hers, and she moaned lightly as his tongue made its way over her teeth, her amusement quickly forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Harry moved his hands purposefully down Ginny's back and over her hip, her body still naked from the night before. He ran his fingertips over her bare skin, never breaking the kiss, threaded his hand underneath the bedsheets, and nestled it between her thighs.
She could feel him trying to encourage her to separate her legs, and as much as she wanted him to make his way to that sweet spot, that was not her plan for the morning.
"No," Ginny said playfully, pushing his hand away, "today is all about you," and she gave him one last peck on the lips before she began to work her way down his body, kisses trailing lightly first over his jaw, then just in front of his ear, a quick nibble of the ear lobe eliciting an appropriate shudder from Harry. Then she ran the tip of her tongue down the side of his neck and over his collar bone before placing tender kisses over each muscle of his chest. As she worked her way down with her lips, one hand moved on ahead, and Ginny was proud to find that Harry was already hard for her.
She pulled the covers over her head as she made it to the muscles of his abdomen, his delicate but undeniable six pack taking some time to cover with her kisses, until finally she made it to the shaft of his erection.
Ginny heard Harry's breath catch as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, and flicked it back and forth over the head, mopping up the thick, salty fluid he was producing in anticipation. She closed her lips over the tip, careful to cover her teeth with them too, and gently sucked as her tongue continued working purposefully, and she could hear Harry groan with pleasure above her.
She placed one hand on the base of his erection to steady it and loosened her jaw slightly as she moved down its length, taking as much as she could into her mouth and relishing the fullness. She stayed like this for a moment, enjoying the sense of ownership she was getting from the fact that the erection that had been buried between her legs last night was now buried deep into her mouth, then began sucking harder again as she withdrew it almost all the way.
Once her lips reached the tip again she paused, just before it would drop out of her mouth, then lowered again until she was full once more.
"Oh, Merlin's beard," she heard Harry muttering, "you are so good at that."
If it wouldn't have worsened her technique Ginny would have smiled at the compliment, but, ever the professional, she managed to hold it together and moved her mouth up and down the shaft again another few times.
"Ugh, that feels so good," Harry said as she picked up speed and rose up and down with increasing energy, "I want to see what you're doing though," and Ginny felt a gust of cool air across her back as the sheets were thrown off the bed, and she felt his fingers wind their way through her hair and his hands rest on the back of her head.
She continued with her trusted technique, obediently responding to the pressure of Harry's hands on her head and the gentle thrusts of his pelvis. She could hear his breathing changing, becoming more erratic as the minutes went by, and was sure she could feel him throbbing a little between her lips. After a while there was a pause in his breathing, a guttural moan, and then she felt him erupt, tangy and salty, into her mouth. She kept her mouth sealed around him and held still until she thought he was empty, then she pulled away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looked directly into Harry's dazed green eyes, and swallowed.
There was a momentary heated and passionate look between them before Ginny could no longer tolerate the throbbing between her thighs.
"Right, so I might have changed my mind about how today is all about you, because now I'm really turned on," she said boldly. "Don't feel obliged to do anything, but I'm going to have to take care of this," she said as she lay back with her head at the foot of the bed, and her fingers made their way to her own folds. "You can watch if you want; call it a birthday show."
She closed her eyes and ran her index finger down the groove to the left of her clitoris and her middle finger down the groove to the right. She lowered them all the way to her entrance where they came together again and dipped them just inside to take up some of her moisture. She withdrew her fingers back towards her clitoris and started moving them together in clockwise circles, slowly at first, but not taking long to increase the speed and pressure.
The heat was building between her thighs and small spasms of release were threatening to erupt into bigger ones when she became aware of a pair of larger fingers touching her entrance. She let her legs drop open even further, took hold of Harry's wrist with her free hand, and wordlessly guided his fingers inside. She moaned as he started to do the "come hither" motion that never failed to get her fully riled up and circled her own fingers around her clitoris with even more force.
Clenching the muscles of her back, thighs, and pelvis she writhed and panted on the bed before she contracted into the rhythm of release. She basked in the sensations a little while, then Harry's fingers slid out of her as she closed her legs, and she sighed with satisfaction. After a moment longer, she propped herself up on her elbows and said to Harry, "so, time for breakfast?"
"Well, I think you just had breakfast," Harry laughed.
"Harry!" she scolded, but she was unable to fight the amused smile that crossed her face.
They rose from the bed together, and just as they had pulled on their clothes they heard a knock at the door. Ginny turned the handle and pulled the door open, and her Dad stuck his head into the room and looked over towards Harry.
"Harry, happy birthday, sorry to disturb you so early, it's just, the Minister for Magic is here to see you…"
