Up to no good
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling.
Contains mature/ sexual content!
12 Grimmauld Place
The feeling hit Harry later than expected: He was free. Liberated. No more quests, no more war. The feeling of death creeping around every corner had subsided.
It has been six months since he had died, come back to life, defeated Voldemort, destroyed the Elder Wand and put his life as the Chosen One to rest. At first it had felt thrilling, the vast majority of possibilities he now had. The fact, that after all the darkness he could finally face the bright side of life. Ron and Hermione, being wildly in love after escaping death so closely side by side these past years, had completely vanished. Every once in a while, Harry had gotten a letter, delivered not by Hedwig, but a different, ordinary post owl each time.
"Dear Harry,
Tokyo is amazing! You wouldn't believe the literature here. Of course, Ron claims I'm crazy for wasting away in the Kita-Ku Library instead of spending every waking minute around the Sirukaa Pitch, a Japanese kind of Quidditch, with him. We're so unbelievably happy and we have some news to share when we get back, although we cannot say when that will be. Our next stop will be Romania, to go see Charlie! Not too crazy about the dragons, to be honest, but it shall be worth it!
Miss you! Ron of course says Hi!
Hermione"
Harry, quite on the contrary, had been blissfully staying in one spot, with Ginny. He did not miss travelling, he was thoroughly enjoying the comfort of the known and being around his girlfriend.
It was as if all the tension, all the longing Harry had felt for the pretty redhead during his hunt for the horcruxes had built up to an extent that was almost painful. This was most obvious in all the accounts he had been around Ginny ever since they had fought in the battle of Hogwarts. She had of course been constantly around, and he wanted to constantly be around her with her warmth and comfort. He had done a pretty good job at restricting himself and his physical need to have her. Right after the battle of Hogwarts Ginny had been tormented with nightmares that often led to her waking up screaming and terrified while coping with the loss of her brother, Fred. The Weasleys, though usually tough and stable, were all struggling immensely with this. Harry, too, had felt as if he had lost a sibling, for Fred being around ever since he was 11 years old. Some nights, sitting in the burrow, Mrs. Weasley would try to distract herself by cooking feasts comparable to those at Hogwarts. When the last dish had been emptied and everyone had put down their fork, silence fell around the table and the spot where Fred would sit served as the quiet reminder: Despite all the relief and peace that Voldemort's downfall had brought, there was destruction and pain sacrificed along the way.
With time, the physical and emotional wounds began, maybe not to heal, but to mend in a way that they were no longer unbearable. The promise of a new tomorrow left most of Harry's surroundings and himself in a state of hope and the thought that there was fun to be had and a life to lived.
Professionally, this meant that he could finally go after being an auror, something Harry had dreamed of a long time ago. With him being the one to defeat Voldemort, he naturally had no issues being accepted into a training program taught by the ministry. Of course, they too were in shackles after the chaos the Death Eaters had caused in their parliament and consequently, Harry was promised a placing in the program once it had been reinstated. He was told this might take a while and left him with lots of free time on his hands. Ginny had been offered the chance to study at St. Mungo's to be a healer and while, in Harry's eyes, with her nourishing mentality she seemed a perfect fit for the profession, she remained undecided for now. Together they had taken up the rather grand project of renovating Grimmauld Place. They had started by moving the rude painting of Sirius' mother to the deserted attic. Harry was quite surprised by Ginny's talent for furnishing and decorating the place after he had gotten done with some reparations, more major than minor. It turned out beautifully: the high ceilings and the dark wooden floors which stood in contrast to freshly painted, bright walls and warm, cozy furniture.
It was a cold November night in London when Harry sat in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom which still smelled of the new wooden bed Ginny had picked up yesterday and transported here by a downsizing charm she had perfected through the process of renovation. He had just read Hermione's letter and laughed, thinking about awe-struck Ron watching Japanese Quidditch when he felt arms hugging him from behind.
'What's so funny?', whispered Ginny in his ear and gave him a kiss on his temple.
Harry handed her the letter, 'Your brother'.
After skimming over it, she let out a laugh, 'I'm sure they are having the time of their life! I'm guessing the library and Quidditch stuff's all made up and they don't ever leave their bed, the way they were all over each other before they left!'
He furrowed his brows and shook his head, the thought of his two friends in bed together being too much, although very probable. Ginny grabbed his hand and pulled him up towards the giant bed they had already spent a couple of nights in, 'What do you think, reckon we can beat them?'. With these words, she threw herself on the lavender sheets, her physique so strikingly beautiful to Harry it was hard to push away the thoughts he had been avoiding all this time. She was slender and her features elongated, but overall, she still remained petite with curves in all the right places. "Her hips…", his mind began to spin.
'Are you sure?', he asked quietly, standing at the end of the bed, their knees touching, his hand resting on the side of her thigh.
'Yes.', she replied immediately, 'I know, I have been asking for quite a lot of patience, Harry.' She sat up and continued, intertwining her hands with both of his, 'It was just … too much, at first. All of the change and my family… I just couldn't consider ever feeling happy again. But I was always sure of you. Rebuilding our home made the lightness come back and…', her voice determined and her eyes fixed on Harry's, she said, 'it made me want you… really want you.'
There was a moment of silence and then suddenly, there was no doubt between them. Harry felt a part of him waking up, he had put to sleep for the past few months.
He pulled her up to her feet, his face inches from hers. When he cradled hers in his hands and travelled with his thumb across her bottom lip, it left a burning sensation in his finger. She smelled delicious, warm and inviting, it brought up all the best feelings in him, like fun nights with friends in the Gryffindor common room, like Christmas at the burrow. And then there was this one sensual note, which left him wanting more.
He took a sharp breath and sank his hand in her hair, red as fire and pulled her mouth onto his, their lips devouring each other. Their kiss fueled his passion in a way he never knew before. It was so fundamentally different than the shy little kisses they had shared before. It was a raging force of nature and his lips met hers so perfectly, it ironically seemed to him the most magical thing. As they came up for air, he still held her head and they rested their foreheads against each other.
As their eyes met, Ginny smirked and in a little move turned Harry around, now facing the bed, her warm body resting against his back. He felt her pull her wand and with a little nudge of it, not using magic, pushed him onto the bed, leaving him lying on his stomach. In awe, he turned around to face her. She towered over him and he consumed her sight, dressed in a tight black turtle-neck, layered over a skirt and tights that showed her leg shape in a way that made him feel a surge below his belt.
Slowly, Ginny climbed on top of him, pushing up her skirt, making sure to take a seat directly where he wanted it most. He sat up to have his lips meet hers as she intertwined her legs behind his back, pushing herself closer against him to which Harry felt himself getting harder by the second. As though she was a legilimens, Ginny threw Harry's torso back into the sheets and started scooting back towards his belt with her face. Carefully, she opened his jeans, already presenting an impressive bulge.
It did not take long for her to rid him of his briefs and Ginny was speechless at the sight of his ready member. When she found words, she grinned back up at Harry and almost inaudibly whispered, 'The Chosen One? More Like the Well-Endorsed One.', to which he couldn't help but throw back his head with a nervous laugh. Ginny of course took her time in getting up from the bed, fully pulling off his pants and boxers, and getting rid of her tights in the process. As she climbed back up on the bed and lay down next to Harry, he took off his shirt and was about ready to die for her to touch him down below.
Their kiss became more forceful and his hand began travelling over her bare, soft legs, all the way up to her chest, still covered in the sweater.
'Take it off', Harry demanded, sounding harder than he had wanted to.
It seemed to suit her and like a good girl, she tossed it off the bed after pulling it over her head. Underneath was black lace, that was so transparent, Harry could see her nipples shine through clearly. H reached for her wand, which luckily served him right in making the bra fly off. Her breasts were as glorious as expected, warm and full and perky, they fit his hand perfectly and he could feel her nipples harden in his palms as he grabbed them, hard. A moan surfaced out of Ginny's mouth as he did so and it prompted her to finally take a leap of heart and form her hand around his erection.
To her, who has fooled around with a fair number of boys before, she had expected the actual bulge she only ever felt covered by pants, to feel different. She had not expected it to feel this delicious. Slowly her hand started travelling up and down and Harry's appreciation came clear with little ebbs of moans escaping his mouth in between their kisses.
The fire between them sending sparks, he moved his hand under her skirt and to that gorgeous ass of hers he had been unconsciously eyeing for weeks in most compromising positions due to all the handy work around the house they chose to take on, without using magic. A slight slap on it led to Ginny giggling in his ear, the sound sending goosebumps down his spine and him grabbing it to pull her even closer. The entirety of their bodies enclosed, Harry pulled her leg upwards, around his torso, leaving his fingers free to find their way between her legs.
Ginny's black lace thong and skirt was quickly pulled of and he started slowly, carefully stroking her swollen lips. They were soft and warm and she moaned in his ear as he caressed her. It was obvious she wasn't satisfied with him touching her not quite, but a little off of where she wanted him to. This of course had been the effect Harry had been aiming for and as she pushed herself more and more into his fingers, he finally gave in and traced two fingers right along the warm opening. As he slid one finger gently deep into her sex and placed his thumb on her pearl, she began moaning in a way that drove him mad. His naked erection bore hard into her thigh which she acknowledged and started again to enclose it in her hand, adjusting to the rhythm Harry was performing on her.
He was surprised by how wet she was, his fingers drenched in her sweet serum, his throbbing touch visibly sending electricity through her body. His touch was becoming faster, harder and as he created more and more pressure and friction, Harry could feel Ginny being sent into climax. As she did so, she pushed herself onto Harry and audibly let him know he had done a good job, but he was not done yet. When she was almost coming down from her high, he pushed himself down, trailing his mouth along her torso and in between her legs. He wanted to suck every last bit of her delicious juice out of her and began doing so by enclosing her clitoris in his mouth, creating pressure, making her scream. While flicking his tongue, he slipped his finger inside her. First one, then two, then three, stretching her and getting her ready where Harry was eager to insert his hardening shaft in just a little while. As he kept his lips steadily sealed around her pearl he felt her muscles starting to tighten around his fingers deeply plunged inside of her. She leant forward while sighing in synchronization to her orgasm, pulling on Harry's hair. He came up for air and scooched up next to Ginny who lay there exhausted but with a look of want still resting in her eyes. After he performed a quick clean-up spell on his face sticky with his girlfriend's juices, he kissed her a little more tenderly.
‚That was brilliant.', she sighed in his ear, before adding, ‚I want you, now. Every inch.'
The syllables sounding like music in Harry's ear with his erection so extensive, it started to hurt a little and he could feel the blood pulsing. He slipped one arm under Ginny's shoulder blades and another underneath her legs and half lifted her to place her properly on the bed. They were now facing the headboard, instead of laying sideways on the giant bed. He wanted to do this right, he knew it was both their first time and she was so special to him. Trying hard to restrict himself he parted her legs gently by pushing himself between them while leaning in with his face closely to her's.
‚Please...', Ginny sighed in his ear with the strongest undertone of desire in her voice.
Harry grabbed his hard shaft and slowly tipped it against her clitoris, making her squeal and moan while starting to rub it against there in a circular motion. As Ginny started to tense up once more he started pumping his member in unison with the friction he created on her little pearl. As she started losing herself for the third time around, Harry quickly changed the position of the tip of his erection a little more down below, grabbing her by the waist and, without a warning, pushing himself all the way inside of her. Ginny was shaking and moaning uncontrollably for Harry had utilized the slicing pain of losing her virginity perfectly by pairing it with her climax which in result led to her feeling wave after wave after wave rushing through her body. She felt herself being held tight, which only made her feel every inch of him more intensively. With each one of her multiple orgasms, Harry felt her pristine slit tighten around his rock-hard member, making him increase speed and decrease the gentleness. Ginny, he noticed, was very much into the rough play and as he pounded her thoroughly, slamming himself into her, she audibly reacted, ‚Harder". Harry rose his upper body, sat back on his knees and pulled her up by grabbing her by her hips hard, pushing himself deep into her wide spread legs. His hand wandering to her gorgeous breasts and down to her slit, where he pushed his thumb directly onto her clitoris. The pressure of this sensation compared with the intensity of his girth inside her, she felt her orgasm building up, Harry's breathing starting to appear more shallow and fast. As he felt her tighten up once more, he slammed into her, hard, releasing his semen as deep inside of her as he could, feeling the warm and satisfying heat spreading through his girlfriend. When he pulled out, his cream slowly dripped out of her swollen, flushed lips.
Panting, blushed and happy, Ginny looked up at Harry, burying her face in her red hair. Quite overcome by exhaustion himself, he lay down next to her, spooning her glorious body from behind, pulling the sheet over their intertwined bodies.
"That was…", she began, "… bloody brilliant." They both let out a laugh, Harry kissing her neck and hair. "I know," he growled, "if I had known, you felt this good… every fantasy I ever had about you back at Hogwarts would have driven me even more wild. The Boy's dormitory was not the best place to think about my sexy best friend's sister, believe me."
Ginny smiled, looking a little proud, pushed her backside a little closer up against his front.
"Stop." Harry warned quietly, feeling his erection building back up, "You'll make me want to do it again."
"Would this help?", Ginny asked innocently, turning around, reaching for her wand. With a quick Transfiguration spell, she was suddenly not naked anymore, but in her complete Hogwarts uniform. She had even gotten her hair to look the same exact way she had used to fix it back in their sixth year. The only exception was that instead of the thick black, rather unattractive panty hose the school made the girls wear, she wore fine, lacey over-knee stockings and upholstery underneath her slightly lifted skirt that revealed that otherwise, she was bare.
Harry was speechless, her sight reminding him so much of his deepest fantasies back at Hogwarts. Ginny eyed him intently and said, serious as ever, "I want you to fuck me, Harry Potter. I want you to fuck me hard." To this, Harry left out a quiet laugh, beyond surprised by this dirty, exciting new side of his girlfriend. It also, however, activated the lion inside him, trailing his bait, dangling it inside his claws. He grabbed Ginny by the hem of her skirt, which, because of his aggressive touch, ripped open at the side. "Oops.", he chuckled, but in reality, he did not care. He did not care about anything other than pushing himself inside of her once more. Feeling the warmth and perkiness of her opening around his shaft. Turning her on her stomach, he quickly pushed the skirt up, baring her round, peachy ass. Kissing her lower back, her cheeks. He pushed both his hands underneath her hips, finding their way between her legs while caressing the back of her legs with his lips. Ginny reacted to Harry's touch by pushing her butt up even higher, arching towards him.
With one hand he clasped her cheek, clawing it even, to which he felt a surge of lust, watching her skin turn pink in the places he handled her a little roughly. All the while his girlfriend was close to climax as his other hand massaged the front of her area sloppily, but apparently, efficiently. She was so close, he could feel her tensing up to his touch. Just before she was so close, he stopped, leaving her dangling on the edge, begging for him to continue. "Please…", he heard her voice muffled in the pillow. Pulling her around, he turned around, pushing himself in her face, Ginny willingly enclosing his hard member in her mouth while he was now facing her dripping wet slit. He devoured it with his mouth, sucking hard on her clitoris, pushing his tongue back and forth, flicking it from side to side. Her tension he had just felt started building up again until she was just one touch of his tongue away from coming as he, again, stopped. Almost with a crying desire she moaned painfully while her lips, tongue and throat worked up and down his erection. "You've been a good girl.", he said, almost inaudibly and got back to business.
Pushing his fingers deep inside her opening, he again, built up suction, sending Ginny into a spiral of multiple orgasms. She expressed them my sucking harder and harder on his shaft, almost intolerably good. Pulling out of her mouth, turning around and bringing her on her back side once more, he pulled up her hips and entered her sex from behind causing her orgasm to intensify. Slapping and pulling apart her cheeks allowed Harry to enter her even deeper, pumping hard, the tight wet hole feeling like paradise. Harry's hand travelled around her hips to her pearl which by now was swollen and glistening from her juices.
He pulled out for a moment, rubbing his tip along her lips until Ginny grabbed the sheet so hard, her knuckles turned white and pushed himself back into her. He couldn't believe how delicious she felt, with every stroke her walls succumbed around him. Just when he felt himself being close to pouring himself into her, she pulled away from him. Laying herself flat on the back in front of him, taking his shaft in her hands and saying, sweetly, "I want you to cover my uniform. I want you all over me."
And as she stroked him, he pushed himself in her hands hard, leaning down a bit and grabbing her hair, tugging on it softly, as he exploded. His expensive, privileged juice landing perfectly on her clean, crisp white blouse and black skirt. The thought of what he was doing intensified his climax, coming on this sexy Gryffindor was a dark fantasy he had in the back of his mind more than once and her actually wanting and enjoying it was, well, pure gold. Exhausted and happy, he collapsed next to her, cradling her face, her face happy, glowing, "That was hot."