A/N: This is a somewhat edited version of one of the chapters from the original "Watching and Waiting." As a friend of mine mentioned after I first posted years ago, I pretty much wrote about an orgy at the time. When I reread recently, it just didn't feel right anymore, so I made a few changes to cut down on the drunken exhibitionism. Don't worry, there is still plenty of explicitness. Also, Fred is alive here, as is Lavender. I just couldn't kill anyone off for this story.
Body shots
The party the summer after the war ended was epic; even years later, all anyone who had been there had to say was "remember, at the Burrow party . . .?" and everyone would stop what they were doing to reminisce about that weekend. "Thank Merlin for contraceptive charms and hangover potions," someone was always likely to say, to universal agreement.
After a picnic dinner, Harry and Ginny made particularly good use of the privacy afforded by the hanging branches that sheltered the far side of the pond. By the time they got out of the water, the sun had almost sunk behind the distant hills. Harry and Ginny walked casually back to the group, hoping that no one had noticed their extended disappearance. For a little while, they thought they had been successful. But as they grabbed cups and a bottle of Firewhisky and joined Ron and Hermione on a large conjured blanket, Harry noticed Ron giving him a funny look.
"So, uhh, where were you two?" Ron asked, with an air of forced casualness.
Harry decided that in this case, the best defense was a good offense.
"Just swimming. Where did you and Hermione disappear? Gin and I looked all over the pond."
Hermione raised her eyebrows at this but kept her mouth shut. Ron started to answer and then suddenly frowned. "Ginny, weren't you wearing a blue swimsuit before?"
Harry swore under his breath. He hadn't been able to find Ginny's swim bottoms after she had taken them off in the pond and she had been forced to summon another suit from her room. That was actually the reason for their delay; Ginny had crawled up onto the bank of the pond for her wand, and the sight of her bare bum was more than Harry could take. He had gotten out of the water after her, barely taking time to marvel that he could be so hard again, so soon. It had been some minutes before Ginny had had the presence of mind to cast the correct Accio.
"I think it faded in the pond water," said Ginny coolly.
Ron frowned again. "From blue to yellow?"
He picks now to turn into the kind of bloke who pays attention to what a girl's wearing?
Harry broke in hurriedly. "I think it was a joke of the twins. You know, clothing that changes appearances in the water."
"I've never heard them talk about . . ." Ron was not to be deterred. Harry gave Hermione a desperate look and suddenly the hand that had been caressing Ron's thigh disappeared higher up the leg of his shorts. He started and sucked in his breath, all thoughts of his sister's swimwear thankfully forgotten. Ginny grinned at Harry and took his hand, threading her fingers through his.
Everyone was having a great time when Seamus got to his feet and shot sparks out of the end of his wand to get their attention. He was holding up a bottle of something that didn't look like Ogden's, and grinning at the crowd.
"If you could all give me your attention for a moment," he said, playing up the Irish brogue like he did whenever he'd had a bit to drink. "Well, except you, Neville," he continued, raising his eyebrows at his former roommate who appeared to be currently getting to second base with Hannah Abbott. Neville flushed and sat up. Still always the gentleman, he helped Hannah straighten her t-shirt before putting an arm around her shoulder.
Seamus began again. "As I was saying, I thought it might be fun to try something I learned in a Muggle bar in Dublin . . ."
"I don't know, should we really trust the Irish?" George called out.
"Only if you want to have any fun tonight!" retorted Seamus. "But then, if you aren't interested in doing body shots, I'm sure Angelina there can find someone else who is."
He had everyone's attention. A couple of the Muggleborns were nodding and Dean called out, "Wicked idea, mate!" in the middle of the general murmurings of those who still had no idea what Seamus was talking about. He looked down at Lavender and held out his hand. "Will you be my lovely assistant?"
Lavender grinned and stood up. Seamus waved his wand and suddenly, the table in front of him was filled with a line of bottles, a number of shot glasses and salt shakers, and bowls of sliced limes and strawberries. Lavender opened one of the bottles and poured a healthy shot.
"Right then. Okay," said Seamus. "What we have here is called Tequila. It's a Muggle drink that can give Firewhisky a run for its money. But if consumed correctly, as it will be tonight, it's a bloody fantastic time." He motioned to Lavender, who put a salt shaker and slice of lime in front of her next to the full shot glass.
"Watch carefully, everyone!" called out Seamus.
Lavender licked the space between her thumb and forefinger on her left hand and sprinkled the wet spot with salt, then picked up the lime in the same hand. She looked at everyone and picked up the shot glass in her free hand. Raising it in a toast, she took a breath, and then, in one almost fluid motion, sucked the salt off her hand, downed the shot and, with a shudder, popped the slice of lime between her teeth, sucking deeply for a minute.
The assembled crowd cheered and clapped as Lavender gave a cheeky curtsy.
"Wait a minute, Seamus, that's supposed to be a bloody good time?" called out Fred. "Cause I could be in my room making my bed or something, you know."
Seamus raised his eyebrows. "More likely in your room 'polishing your broom', I should think." He and Ron gave each other a high five and Fred joined in on the laughter, holding his hands up in surrender and then putting his arm back around Alicia Spinnet.
"What Lavender just demonstrated is the correct way to drink a shot of Tequila alone. However, a body shot of Tequila is quite different. If you will all observe." He held out his hand. "Lavender?"
Standing next to Harry, Ginny muttered, "I can't wait to see this."
"Neither can I," replied Harry honestly, earning him a raised eyebrow and jab in the side from his girlfriend.
Lavender poured another shot and lined up the salt and lime. She then turned to Seamus and smiled into his eyes as she slowly pulled off her t-shirt, revealing . . . well, Harry supposed you could call it a bikini top, if a bunch of silver string attached to what looked a couple of Muggle postage stamps was proper swim attire. He didn't remember it being that small when the group was swimming earlier, and by the look of absolute lust in Seamus' eyes, Harry suspected that Lavender might have performed a shrinking charm on the suit at some point.
That was the only thing that was shrinking, however, and not only on Seamus. Harry found himself leaning forward a bit to see exactly what the pair was going to do, and the thought of Ginny standing before him with that same expectant and flirtatious look in her eyes suddenly sent a bolt of heat between his legs.
Next to him, Ginny had gone silent as well, watching. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw her lick her lips. He swallowed hard, then took her hand.
In front of them, Seamus forced himself to look away from Lavender and at the crowd. "Watch closely, now," he said, his voice cracking just a little.
Lavender took the slice of lime and held it between her teeth, flesh side out. She brushed her long hair away from her shoulders as Seamus stepped close to her and slowly, very slowly, Harry thought, began kissing her wetly along her collarbone. Lavender shivered, and Seamus put one hand around her waist. With the other, he carefully sprinkled salt on the bit of exposed flesh he had just licked, and picked up the shot glass.
Harry realized he was barely breathing. Ginny had moved even closer to him and her body seemed to be vibrating with energy as she watched Seamus move himself so that he was pressing himself into Lavender's thigh. He dipped his head to her shoulder again and licked off the salt, thrusting into her at the same time. Lavender's head fell back and her eyes closed as Seamus downed the shot and leaned over, deftly covering his lips with hers as he sucked on the lime. He raised his head only long enough to spit it on the ground before resuming his attentions to her mouth.
Ginny moved so that she was standing in front of Harry. He wrapped both arms around her as she backed into him, grinding her bum into the erection that had been steadily growing. He growled into her ear.
"Need to get some of that Tequila. Now, I think." Ginny leaned her head back against his shoulder and whispered her response.
"I can think of quite a few places on your body that might need a bit of salt licked off of them."
Harry groaned into her hair. "Show me, then."
In front of them, Seamus and Lavender had finally broken apart and were staring into each other's eyes, panting slightly. Harry knew that despite their casual flirtation, the two really did care about each other, and given the glazed look on Seamus' face, Harry was glad for them.
The applause this time had an awed tone to it, but was also somewhat perfunctory, as most of the watchers seemed quite eager to have a go with the Tequila themselves. Seamus shook himself out of his stupor enough to gesture to the bowl of strawberries on the table, calling out "It's also good with something sweet as a change! Just be careful, the Tequila is pretty potent." He then looked back at Lavender and slowly began taking off his own shirt.
Harry turned Ginny in his arms and pressed her against his crotch again, his tongue hungrily finding hers as he fumbled on the table next to him, trying to grab the Tequila and limes. His mind was buzzing with ideas, and it was only the thought that most of Ginny's brothers were at the party that kept him from casting some kind of privacy charm and bending her over the table right there.
Lucky for Harry that he was able to show a bit of control, because Ron and Hermione had suddenly appeared next to him at the table. Ron was almost pulsing with excitement.
"Food and sex at the same time, what could be better?" he exclaimed delightedly while piling a bowl with both limes and strawberries, juice from the latter already dribbling down his chin. "Mione, let's try the strawberries first, I think you can balance one in your . . ."
He froze then, realizing that Harry and Ginny were standing right next to him. Ron glanced down at the bodies of his best mate and sister, still pressed together, and almost immediately snapped his head upright, catching Harry's eye. Both blushed scarlet, finally caught having to face the unspoken that had lain between them ever since Harry and Ginny had gotten back together.
With a jolt, Harry realized that he was not the only one to have kept secrets; Ron and Hermione were clearly sleeping together as well.
"So, umm, uhh . . . looks like fun, eh?" Ron gestured awkwardly at the table.
"Uhh, yeah. Fun," replied Harry, awkwardly, trying to both hide his obvious arousal for Ginny from her brother and also ignore Ron's similar feelings for Hermione. Finally he took a deep breath and looked Ron square in the eye.
"How about, what happens here tonight, stays here?" said Harry, holding out his hand.
Ron looked relieved. "Agreed," he said, quickly shaking Harry's hand and then directing Hermione around to the other side of the bonfire.
Ginny had been watching the exchange with amusement. "Boys," she said fondly.
"What?" asked Harry indignantly.
"You and Ron can barely look at each other because you're so embarrassed at the thought of each other kissing your girlfriends. It's sweet, really."
Harry had to protest. "First of all, may I remind you, it's a lot more than kissing these days." He pushed his now full erection against her for emphasis, causing her to gasp. "And furthermore, he's your brother! I can't talk to your brother about, well, you know." He ground himself into her again. "If he was anyone else, well then, yeah, I'd probably want to talk to him." Harry grimaced. "It was hard enough, having that talk with him, Bill and Charlie, even though none of them knew how much I fancied you at the time. They just thought I wanted the knowledge for future reference."
Ginny smirked. "And what exactly did they say when they discovered that I was the one you were dating, and with whom you were using all that new-found knowledge? I'm actually kind of surprised Bill hasn't sat me down for a 'brotherly' chat, yet."
Harry looked sheepish for a moment. "Uhh, Hermione may have helped me with a Confundus charm or two," he admitted.
Ginny reached up and kissed him deeply. "Bill's too smart to be confunded. I bet he's just waiting for the best time to take the mickey," she giggled. At Harry's horrified look, she kissed him again. "Let's just get on with the tequila – it looks like everyone else is getting ahead of us – we have some catching up to do."
Indeed they did. Once Harry tore his eyes away from Ginny and looked at what some of the other couples were getting up to, he couldn't wait to get started. Next to him, he felt and heard Ginny suck in her breath as she watched Oliver Wood and Katie Bell, just on the other side of the table, Katie's blonde hair illuminated in the firelight, and the lust in Oliver's eyes was unmistakeable.
They were obviously a couple of body shots into the evening already. Both were shirtless, and the top strap of Katie's bikini was undone, the rest of it hanging uselessly around her middle. In another circumstance – say, the Quidditch changing room - Harry might have been embarrassed to see her half naked, but here, watching his two former teammates make out was a fucking turn-on. Not because he was at all attracted to Katie, cute though she was. But because of what Ginny was beginning to do to him as she watched, mimicking the other couple.
One of Oliver's arms was around Katie's waist, pulling her more firmly against him as he kissed her neck. The other hand snaked up and cupped her bare breast. After a minute, he began stroking her nipple, and Harry could see as it suddenly hardened. It would have been difficult to miss even if Katie had not just thrown her head back and moaned.
Harry was distracted then by the fact that Ginny had taken his own hand, and sweet Merlin, slipped it underneath the top of her swimsuit. He gently stroked her breast and then squeezed gently around her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and brushing light strokes across the tip with his thumb until she was moaning herself. Ginny looked into his eyes, her own dilated with arousal, and asked "Where do you want to do the first shot?"
Harry had to shake himself enough to focus on her question. She was holding out the salt shaker and shot glass, and Harry took only a moment to decide.
"Put the lime in your mouth, like Lavender," he commanded. With the last bit of presence of mind he possessed, he set a mild obscuring charm around them. And then, dipping his head, he proceeded to gently but thoroughly lick the space between Ginny breasts. Ginny shuddered, and Harry took a deep breath, trying to gain control. He sprinkled the salt and picked up the shot glass.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hips with her hands, moving him against her. Her eyes were closed in anticipation, and for a moment, Harry forgot what he was supposed to do, enjoying instead the feeling of Ginny moving his body against her. After a few seconds, he leaned back down and sucked the salt from her, then swallowed the shot of Tequila.
It was sour and slightly bitter to the taste; the smell reminded him of a plant he had used in potions class. Not completely disgusting though, especially with the taste of Ginny's sweat still on his lips. He grabbed the lime from her mouth with his own and squeezed it between his teeth as he had seen Seamus do. As heat from the Tequila traveled through his body an overwhelming need jolted through him, and he spit out the lime and grabbed the back of Ginny's head, positioning it so that he could push his tongue deep into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly, running her hands up his back under his shirt, stopping only to tug it over his head.
They stared at each other with wide eyes, panting. Harry wanted everything at once, and he could tell Ginny did too. But he forced himself to take another deep breath and look around.
Some of the couples seemed to have melted into the trees; there were fewer bottles of Tequila and shakers of salt on the table now. Harry could see parts of Seamus and Lavender, both laying down on a blanket just a little ways away. Lavender seemed to be wearing even less now, but it was kind of hard to tell; Seamus' own body was covering hers as he balanced above her on his forearms, slowly stroking her with his torso as it moved up and down her body.
Ginny was watching them too, unconsciously moving her own hips up and down against Harry's crotch, her hands still at his waist, slowly pushing his swimsuit lower on his hips and tickling his hips where they narrowed and dipped towards his penis.
Seamus thrust down suddenly and grunted, while Lavender wrapped her legs around his back. Apparently, she wasn't wearing anything either. Ginny gasped and tightened her grip on Harry, pushing him more insistently into her. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked back, unconsciously following the rhythm of his former roommate.
Harry was just thinking that maybe he should just skip the next shot of Tequila and take Ginny right there when a groan from the other direction brought his attention back to what Oliver and Katie were now doing. Next to him, Ginny sucked in her breath as she saw what Ginny did – Katie, on her knees in front of Oliver, holding a salt shaker and shot of tecquila.
Ginny couldn't stop staring. Harry saw her lick her lips as she moved her eyes up and down Oliver's body. She blushed a bit and then looked up at Harry.
"His abs are almost as nice as yours," she said in a husky voice, running her fingers over Harry's tight stomach muscles and then trailing them down the path of dark hair that disappeared into his waistband. She dipped her fingers below again, a little lower this time, and Harry felt a feather light pressure on the side of his cock. It jerked of its own accord and Ginny chuckled.
"Almost as nice," she continued, "but not quite 'up' to your standards."
Harry couldn't answer. He struggled for control as Ginny moved her hand a little further into his swim trunks.
Just in time, Harry shot another obscuring spell at his former teammates; he knew they'd all be grateful for the privacy in the morning.
"Do you want me to . . .?" she gestured at the now blurry images of Oliver and Katie. "Yes please," Harry said thickly, swallowing hard. "But only if you want to."
"Oh, I want to," replied Ginny, grabbing the salt and Tequila and lowering herself to her knees in front of Harry.
Harry gave a brief moment of thanks that Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight and then all thoughts went out of his head as Ginny's tongue began exploring. He shuddered and leaned back so that he was almost sitting against the edge of the table, bracing himself with his hands, and not caring at the moment that his girlfriend was practically performing fellatio on him with only the barest of privacy spells to keep anyone else from seeing them. He made the mistake of looking down then and it was almost his undoing.
Ginny was working his swim trunks even lower, her hands and tongue taking turns stroking up and down the sides of his length. Every time Harry watched her tongue dart out towards his sensitive skin he felt another shock of heat course through him.
Other than Oliver and Katie, and Seamus and Lavender, no one else seemed to close by, and neither of the two couples were showing the slightest bit of interest in Harry and Ginny. He cast aside the last bit of self consciousness at their position and gave himself over to Ginny and her lips and tongue.
Now Ginny had lowered his swimsuit a bit more and was carefully sprinkling salt right onto the base of Harry's penis. He took a lime in his hand and watched with wide eyes as Ginny started at the head, sucking and licking her way to the salt. She downed the shot, but instead of taking the slice of lime Harry shakily offered her, she moved her mouth back to the head of his penis and sucked deeply.
Harry groaned. He involuntarily thrust himself deeper into Ginny's mouth, almost going over the edge at the sensation. With the greatest of effort, he pushed Ginny's head gently away and dropped to his knees as well.
"One more . . . for you, I think," he managed, pushing Ginny back onto the blankets they had been sitting on earlier.
Ginny's eyes were dilated with pleasure as she watched Harry grab the bottle of Tequila. He pushed down her swim bottoms and carefully licked the inside of her thigh, up against her curls, and sprinkled on the salt. But instead of taking up a shot glass, Harry dribbled the drink over Ginny's flat stomach and up to the mounds of her breasts. She lay perfectly still as he sucked first on the thigh that was salt-free. Then, instead of moving to the other side, he pushed himself down a bit lower and attacked her center with his mouth. He knew how aroused she was and what she wanted; in seconds his tongue was on her clitoris, gently playing back and forth as Ginny let out a moan, and then another. He took it gently in his mouth and sucked, working two slim fingers inside at the same time, and suddenly Ginny was very, very close.
"Oh Merlin, Harry," she gasped. "I want you . . . inside me when I come."
"Hold on, then," Harry muttered, pushing his swimsuit the rest of the way off.
With a fluid motion, Harry licked the salt he had carefully sprinkled on her thigh and slowly, agonizingly slowly, began moving himself up her body, licking up the Tequila as he went. The anticipation was delicious and Ginny could not help but loop one leg around Harry's arse to push him along.
Finally he was fully on top of her and as Ginny looked up, she saw Harry's eyes almost smoldering with need. With the greatest of effort, he grabbed his wand and waved it above them in a quick pattern. The air shimmered a bit and then went still as a stronger privacy spell covered them.
"Don't . . . want . . . to share," Harry grunted. With a groan, he leaned down to kiss Ginny's neck, at the same time pushing his penis into her. Ginny's groan of pleasure matched his own and they began to rock together in a familiar and intensely satisfying rhythm.
Harry noticed Ginny's intensity. He felt like the Tequila had heightened every sensation inside him, and as Ginny squeezed her legs around Harry, trying to draw him even further inside of her, he clawed at her shoulders, trying to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could.
Harry pumped hard, balancing above Ginny on his arms, and she moved one hand down to her clitoris to finish what he had started.
Suddenly he knew she was close. She looked up at Harry and he shuddered, trying to hold on.
"Just a minute . . . longer," she panted. Harry shifted so that his penis was providing more friction for both of them.
"Almost . . .there," he gasped, somehow managing to hold on until he felt her shudder underneath him and arch upwards, a rhythmic pumping around his penis told him she had come, and come hard. Harry let himself go then, pouring into her with intense ecstasy and then collapsing on Ginny, his entire weight comforting and secure like a blanket.
They lay together like that, trying to catch their breath, for several long minutes. Harry was stroking Ginny's cheek and occasionally giving her a soft kiss. He pulled a blanket over their naked bodies and lifted the privacy charms he had cast, curious about what their fellow partygoers had been up to. Well, except for those in their immediately vicinity. Harry and Ginny both had a pretty good idea what they had been up to. And what parts, exactly, had been up.