For mature audiences.
Let's call this a two-shot. A reimagining of what could have happened in Deathly Hallows if Ron hadn't interrupted Harry and Ginny's birthday/goodbye kiss at the Burrow. It will soon be followed by a chapter detailing what Ron could have used that time for instead…
For argument's sake let's say everyone takes a contraceptive potion.
And obviously, this is JK Rowling's world, I'm just visiting, her words are in italics to set the scene, and I take over from there.
100% smut. Enjoy.
Chapter One
"Harry, will you come in here a moment?"
It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.
He had never been inside before. It was small, but bright, there was a large poster of the wizarding band The Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and Ginny had once played two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now housed a large, pearly white marquee. The golden flag on the top was level with Ginny's window. Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath and sad, "happy seventeenth".
"Yeah…thanks".
She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.
"Nice view," he said feebly, pointing towards the window.
She ignored this. He could not blame her.
"I couldn't think what to get you," she said.
"You didn't have to get me anything."
She disregarded this too.
"I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you won't be able to take it with you."
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
She took a step closer to him.
"So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground to be honest".
"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair…their bodies pressed together, lips moving in time, tongues dancing.
Harry ran the hand on Ginny's back lower and pulled her closer, savouring the feel of her slim, athletic body pressing against his as she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.
Harry could feel her sigh against his lips as she moved her hands down over his chest before taking hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and pulling it up over his head. In the brief time that their kiss was interrupted he opened his eyes and looked into hers; ablaze. He took hold of her hair again and brought their faces together in another deep kiss, whilst Ginny continued to explore his chest with her soft hands.
Without interrupting the kiss again, Ginny unbuttoned Harry's jeans and pushed them down so that they slid to the floor, and without hesitation sent his underwear down with them. Harry was pretty hard already, but as soon as Ginny confidently took hold of him he was as erect as he had ever been.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry whispered, pulling away.
"Like I said, I want to give you something to remember me by," she replied, nuzzling into his neck and giving him little kisses, as her fingertips continued to explore the full, firm length between them, pushing and pulling back and forth, and teasing where a droplet of moisture was oozing out.
"Can we sit down?" Harry asked, noticing that his legs were feeling weak, like Ginny's hands held the power of a jelly legs curse.
"You can," Ginny replied, before leading him to the single bed in the corner of the room and encouraging him to sit on the edge of it.
As Harry made himself comfortable Ginny shrugged her shoulders out of her cardigan and cast it aside, before doing the same with her t-shirt. She pulled her wand out of her pocket, pointed it at the door, confidently said "muffliato," and then kicked off her shorts too, throwing her wand onto the floor next to them.
Harry loved seeing her stand before him in just her underwear, so confident and radiant. He had only seen her like this on a handful of occasions when they had managed to sneak off to the Room of Requirement before the end of term at Hogwarts, and her body never failed to amaze him.
"Come here," Harry whispered, stretching out a hand, taking her by the waist and pulling her close so that she was standing over him. He reached up and ran his fingers over her breast, following the line of her bra cup, and then moved the material to the side. He pulled down on her body to encourage her to lower herself so that she was kneeling over his thighs before leaning in and nibbling at the flesh of her exposed breast with small kisses. She tilted her head back and sighed again as his tongue found her nipple, and he could feel her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in harder and making him throb beneath her thighs.
After a few more moments of this bliss Ginny pulled away and reached behind her to unclasp her bra and held Harry's hands against her breasts once more before she dismounted and slid down to kneel on the floor between his legs.
Harry only had a split second between realising what she was about to do and feeling her lips close around him. Her tongue taking up the moisture. He couldn't help but gasp; nerve endings on fire in the best way. He felt her right hand close tightly around the base as her tongue continued to dance back and forth. Then, he felt her lips begin to move up and down over the tip. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, flaming red hair bobbing up and down as his flesh disappeared into her mouth. His lower back muscles tensed instinctively. He almost lost control completely when he parted his legs a little and saw that she had her other hand inside the front of her own underwear, and he had to lean his head back against the cold white wall in order to regain any control.
After a little more of this Harry sat up and tapped on Ginny's shoulder so that she stopped. He took her by the shoulders and encouraged her to stand, taking her left hand by the wrist and pulling it out of her underwear, "let me do that". He hooked one finger in, pulled the material down to the floor, and savoured the sight of the folds of lightly glistening flesh before him.
He reached out in front of him and touched her. He parted the flesh and explored first with his eyes and then with his thumb. Ginny inhaled sharply and quivered a little at his touch.
Harry knew what he wanted to do but the angle wasn't quite right, so he laid down on his side on the narrow bed and gestured for Ginny to join. She lowered herself down so that she was laying on her back next to him. She let her legs fall apart as Harry's hands reached around to her inner thighs again and gently rocked her hips as his fingertips found the sweetest spot.
"Just there," she encouraged, and Harry indulged her in a few minutes of circular repetitive motions.
As his fingers slid lower, he could feel her moisture, and he let his middle finger explore her entrance. He pushed the finger inside, hot and wet, and then put his ring finger in with it too, feeling her tighten around him.
"You keep doing that," she said as he moved his fingers in and out, and she lowered her own hand down to touch her clitoris again. "A little faster." He could feel her squeezing around him and the moisture increasing, before she put her hand on his to stop him.
"Harry, I want to have sex with you."
Harry paused. "Are you sure?"
"Yes Harry, I'm sure," she replied.
"I don't want to hurt you, and you don't owe this to me just because I'm leaving," he said, a serious look crossing his face.
"That's not why I want to do it, Harry. I want it because for one thing I love you, and for another, I am seriously turned on right now!" she half shouted, her cheeks pink. "Also, don't worry about hurting me, let's just say I've gained a certain level of independence this summer," she said, pulling open the bedside drawer beside her to give him a glimpse of a purple silicon toy and a few other relevant items.
"Ginny!" Harry said, face splitting into a grin, "just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier," and he lowered his mouth to hers once more. "Are you sure you're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure I'm sure," she replied rolling her eyes.
Harry sat up, turned to face Ginny, then knelt between the thighs of her parted legs and manoeuvred himself down towards her.
"Hold on," she said, reaching into the bedside drawer and picking up a small purple bottle of Dr Lovelace's Lubrication, "this should be helpful", and she squirted a few drops onto the head of his penis between them.
She lay down again and pulled her legs up so that they fell even further apart. Harry shuffled forward and positioned himself at her glistening entrance, guiding with his hand and rubbing the gel around a little bit first with the tip of his erection, now somehow harder than ever. She reached down and parted her flesh with her hand to help him along, and he pushed slowly into her.
Once he was in deeply enough, he held still and could feel Ginny's muscles gently flickering around him, and she seemed to be holding her breath.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
She nodded, then wordlessly took hold of his hips to encourage him to slowly pull out before drawing him back in again. After a few slow in and out movements she was able to encourage him to pick up the speed, and she lifted her legs and crossed them around his lower back.
"Ginny, I'm getting quite close," Harry panted after several more back and forth motions.
"Wait, I want to try being on top first," she said, quickly pulling away so that he slid out of her. "Swap."
Harry rolled over so that he was laying on the mattress and Ginny was hovering over him. After a bit of fumbling she lined up her entrance with his erection and lowered herself down onto him. She tried moving up and down first, then rocked back and forth, before finding a circular sliding motion that hit the spot.
She started to groan again as she increased the speed at which she moved her body against his, and Harry placed his hands on her hips as encouragement. The sight of her writhing on top of him, red hair hanging loose around her shoulders and clinging to the dampness of her skin, was enough to take him to the edge. He called out in garbled sounds, trying to tell Ginny not to stop.
"Go on Harry," Ginny said as she continued to move with him inside her, now as fast and energetic as she could, and Harry groaned and shivered as he emptied all his desire into her. Ginny held him inside her for a moment longer as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris to tease out her own orgasm. She tightened around him, muscles clenching, then slid away to lay next to him on the bed.
"I love you too by the way," Harry whispered into the top of Ginny's head as they lay next to each other, sweaty and spent, unsure of what the future had in store, but grateful for this chapter of their past.