Risk Me - Chapter 2
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, here's the second and significantly more naughty chapter of 'Risk Me'. Enjoy!
"Looks good, Mum!" said Ginny cheerily as she sat at the large oak table in the Weasley's kitchen.
"Well, no thanks to you! I could've used some help, you know. Did you even find that textbook?" Mrs. Weasley replied, looking expectantly at Harry and Ginny.
"Textbook?" said Ginny blankly.
"Er, no." Harry interjected hastily. "Suppose we'll have to have another look for it later, right Gin?"
Comprehension dawned on Ginny's face and she smiled broadly, saying "Right, yes. Another look. For the textbook. Yes, Harry. We will. Right."
Mrs. Weasley gave the pair a calculating look, but seemed to decide she had imagined anything strange in their behavoir.
"Well, Harry, Remus sent an owl saying that he and Tonks will be coming in the morning to take you to your Aunt and Uncle. You'll be going on broom, so --"
but Harry didn't hear the rest of Mrs. Weasley's words. He had sat down and the whole of his attention was suddenly focused somewhere a bit further down. Ginny's hand had slyly snuck onto Harry's crotch. She squeezed gently, watching Harry's expression, much like a deer in headlights. She squeezed harder and began a rhythmic succession of squeezes. Harry moaned quietly.
"I know, Harry. It is quite a distance to fly, but as your apparition test isn't for another month, so it's the best way we can do."
Ginny's hand jumped away as Mrs. Weasley turned to look at the pair of them. Harry hastily started spooning food onto his plate from the nearest tureen.
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After dinner, Ginny excused herself saying "I'm going to have another poke about for that book, you coming Harry?"
"Er, yeah. Yes, in a bit." Harry replied, meeting her eyes long enough to show that he understood.
"Mind you get to bed early, too, dear. What with Remus and Tonks coming in the morning." Mrs. Weasley added.
"Right, yeah. I'll go find that book with her -- er, for her -- er, the book. Yeah. Then we'll go to bed, I mean I'LL go to bed." Harry babbled, dashing from the room.
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Ginny was already undressing.
Harry knocked softly on her bedroom door, then turned the knob without waiting for an answer. Ginny turned around swiftly, her arms over her chest, then seeing Harry, she smiled and lowered them. She was wearing the same knee-length deep purple skirt and a soft white bra.
They approached each other slowly, drinking in each others' appearance. Ginny caressed his arm gently with her fingertips and looked up into his bright green eyes. He reached out and held her face roughly in his hands, and their lips met with quiet eagerness. Their pace quickened and Ginny pulled Harry's T-shirt over his head, tousling his hair on the journey. Harry's eyes found the front clasp on Ginny's bra and she lowered her arms, invitingly. Harry bit his lip nervously and attempted to work the clasp. Ginny stifled her laughter. The Chosen One could evade Voldemort time and time again but he couldn't work a simple clasp?
"Here," Ginny said gently, reaching to do it.
"No," Harry said defiantly. "I'll get it" Harry whipped his wand out of his belt loop and pointed it at her chest.
"Alohamora!"
The bra flew off violently and landed with a soft thump on the floor three feet away. Ginny giggled forcefully, but was quieted by the hungry look in Harry's eyes. Ginny leaned in, letting her breasts gently caress Harry's bare chest as she nibbled on his neck. Harry moaned loudly and knotted his hand roughly in Ginny's long, sleek hair. He pulled her head away with gentle force and his eyes seized hers hypnotically. With his free hand, he reached down and his hand found her inner thigh. Ginny's eyed flashed with longing and he slowly pushed his hand further up.
Ginny Weasley was not wearing underwear.
She moved her feet gently apart, she was throbbing with anticipation. She wanted to look away from Harry's blazing stare, she felt she should lower her gaze, but something was keeping her there. Harry's eyes bored into hers as his firm, calloused hand found her. He pressed gently with the tip of one finger and Ginny's chest swelled promisingly. His hand moved adeptly, one finger gently teasing her clitoris, the others slowly entering her. Ginny moaned and finally, unwillingly, she closed her eyes, breaking Harry's stare.
"No," he said gently "Ginny, look at me."
He pressed deeper into her, more insistently. Ginny opened her eyes her chest rising and falling heavily to the rhythm of Harry's fingers. Harry's eyes were firmly focused on hers.
"I've wanted you for so long, Gin" he said desperately.
"Me too, Harry. God, me too!" She stepped closer to him, forcing his fingers still deeper. She moaned loudly and almost painfully.
He faltered, pulling out slightly, his spare finger stopping it's gentle teasing. "Ginny? Are you okay?" his voice was suddenly worried.
"I'm fine, really. Don't stop! Please, not now." Ginny said hastily.
Harry smirked and withdrew his hand completely from the folds of her skirt. She looked at him, a very hurt expression on her face. "What-- why?!"
Harry's hand loosened it's tight knot in her hair and he glanced meaningfully at her bed. Ginny understood. She undid her skirt gracefully, causing it to fall into a hoop at her feet. Lowering herself onto her back on the bed, she watched as Harry unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of his boxers. She eyed his crotch hungrily, despite her nerves. "Harry?" she said tentatively as he approached.
"What's wrong?" he replied, his eyes filled with concern as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Nothing! it's nothing. I just, I thought you should know. I'm.." her eyes, full of worry, met his, which were alight with lust and concern.
"I'm a virgin."
Harry smiled broadly and stroked her hair out of her face. "Aw, Gin." he said softly, "that's nothing to worry over." He kissed her forehead softly and said "Do you want to do this?"
"Yes. I promise, I swear I do." Ginny replied, her eyes meeting his. Her nervousness was evident, but so was her defiance.
"Okay." Harry said gently "Just lie back."
Ginny did so, without taking her eyes off Harry's. He turned toward her and placed each of his hands over her small shoulders. She parted her legs gently, slowly. Harry's eyes gazed deep into hers. His tip found the entrance into her. She tensed. "Are you sure?"
"Dead sure. I've already told you, Harry. I want you to risk this. Risk me." Ginny inhaled slowly, waiting for the defining moment. The one she had been daydreaming about constantly since she was eleven years old. Harry pressed into her. Ginny couldn't help smiling through the slight pain. If felt odd, to smile. In all her fantasies, she had never smiled at this moment. He pressed harder, it hurt more. In a nice way though. She felt her love for him swell inside her as he pressed still harder, not yet fully in her. He was sweating, and he looked worn and exposed suddenly. She felt her heart burn with passion and concern. God, how she loved him! Finally, she felt him break through and relief swept over her. This was it. It had finally happened. She smiled shakily at him and he beamed at her, his eyes blazing with pride and affection.
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