So, over in the Discord, we have a book club of sorts, during which we discuss a different fic every month or so. This past time, we talked about Deadwoodpecker's amazing Yellow Submarine, and I promised a one-shot of their choosing to whomever was the first to guess what scene I wrote. Congrats to GinnyWeasley777 – I hope I did your prompt justice! She asked for Harry and Ginny's first time at the Burrow, which was not their first time overall, but soon after they started having sex. Enjoy! (Also, for anyone wondering, I wrote the scene in Hagrid's hut with the ROUS.) Also, I kept Fred alive, which I tend to do in my lighter pieces.
As far as Harry was concerned, Christmas could not come soon enough this year. He'd loved the holiday ever since arriving at Hogwarts and learning that most families did not celebrate like the Dursleys did – dozens of toys and a big fancy meal for Dudley and maybe a pair of used socks and the normal meager rations for Harry. His first Christmas with Ron and the twins had been magical even without leaving the castle, and subsequent years spent at the Burrow still felt like something out of someone else's life. The previous horrible Christmas spent escaping Nagini in Godric's Hollow was excepted, of course.
But Harry had no trouble shoving that memory away as he walked down the corridor of Auror headquarters to deliver what was his (hopefully) final report of the year to Gawain Robards. When Harry walked into the head Auror's office, he found the man busily directing the filing of papers and straightening of his desk, obviously as eager to leave as everyone else was. The man's eyes lit up at the sight of Harry standing in his doorway.
"Is that the report on the Ryder case? I didn't expect you to have it finished so quickly." Robards waved his wand and added Harry's scroll to the pile on his desk. "I'm only waiting on two more and then I can get out of here. Family holiday in the Maldives, you know." He waved his wand again and an image of a tropical beach floated briefly in the air.
"I didn't know, but it looks lovely," said Harry.
"Muggle resort, my wife knows it's the best way to get me to stop thinking about work for a week," laughed Robards. "And what about you? Any big plans?"
"I'll be at the Weasley's. I've spent nearly every holiday there since I started Hogwarts. And, my, umm . . . girlfriend . . ."
"Is Ginny Weasley," finished Robards promptly. At Harry's surprised look, the man grinned. "I make it my business to know these things, Potter." His face grew a little serious. "Our enemies do."
Harry nodded, not really wanting to think right now about who might care that he and Ginny were dating again. Their rekindled relationship was still new enough that Harry wanted to keep as much of it as private as he could. He'd already broken up with her once to keep her safe and now he was working for the Aurors, trying his damnedest to make sure that there would never be a reason to do so again. He said as much to his boss, and Robards nodded.
"Worry about the ones we love is a powerful inducement for many Aurors," he said. "And by the way you've been working, I suspect you love Miss Weasley a lot."
Harry flushed; he hadn't meant to give so much away. "I love all the Weasleys," he said quickly. His voice softened. "But yeah, Ginny is . . . yeah." He looked fixedly at an old Lestrange wanted poster that was hanging crookedly on the wall and hoped Robards wasn't trying to read his thoughts. He and Ginny had made love exactly three times since they'd gotten back together - stolen moments all of them. Harry knew that sex at the Burrow was out of the question, but Harry had every intention of figuring out how to whisk Ginny off to Grimmauld Place during the week they'd be together to try for a private and unrushed number four.
With a final wave and a "happy holidays" to Robards, Harry left the Ministry and Floo'ed to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to collect Ron and the twins. Not surprisingly, he arrived to find Fred and George taking the mickey out of their younger brother.
"I'm not just another employee," Ron was complaining. "We're flesh and blood!"
Both twins shook their heads. "You're still the most junior one here," said Fred implacably. "So that means it's your job to clean the puffs' cage before we leave. And make sure your charm is strong enough to last four days, and that their food and water will be replenished on schedule."
"And keep the lights low and cycle romantic music through the space," added George with a smirk. "We want to have a number of baby puffs sometime in the spring, you know, and they breed best when the mood is quiet and romantic." He caught sight of Harry and his grin widened. "Isn't that right, Harry? Are you going to be looking for something quiet and romantic with Ginny? Cause Fred and I have a number of 'love detectors' we'd appreciate if you could product-test for us. Won't let anything get to far before they sound the alert, of course. Not with our sister, you won't."
Harry groaned. "Don't worry, I'm not so dense as to try anything with Ginny at the Burrow."
"Yeah, that kind of brilliant move is saved for our brother Ron," quipped George.
Harry and the twins laughed while Ron turned almost as red as his hair. It had been during Ginny's birthday celebration at the Burrow. Ron had had too much confidence in both Hermione's skill at setting privacy charms and his own assumption that no one would be paying them much notice, and had snuck his girlfriend up to his room during the lull between dinner and pudding. Just as Molly had set the enormous cake, decorated with dozens of glowing number 17s to celebrate Ginny coming of age, a huge honking noise had burst out of windows at the top of the Burrow. The sound had been almost obscene, and was shortly followed by a rather suggestive poem, blared so loudly over the grounds that Harry wondered if they could hear it at the Lovegood's. The poem hadn't left anything to the imagination as to what Ron and Hermione had been getting up to, and Harry doubted that even Hermione's rather brilliant spell - filling the twins' entire bedrooms with jam (Burrow and at their flat) - had been enough to prevent them from continuing to uncover and publicize their siblings' sexual antics in the future.
The Weasleys had laughed at Ron's expense, teased Hermione gently, and then mostly let the matter drop, except when it would be particularly embarrassing to Ron to bring it up. Harry harbored no illusions that he would get off as lightly if he and Ginny were ever caught in similar circumstances. Brothers were one thing; having sex with the sole Weasley daughter was quite another. Harry had no interest in testing out just what antics Fred and George might develop if they thought they might be able to catch Harry and Ginny in anything more than a chaste hug.
Two days later, Harry was worried that even chaste hugs might be too much, if his body's reaction every time he got close to Ginny was any indication. It wasn't taking much more than a heated look from his girlfriend before Harry found himself getting hard, and the two times Ginny had actually put her arms around him for a proper hug, it had taken every ounce of strength Harry possessed not to grind himself into her right there in the kitchen.
They'd both agreed that trying anything at the Burrow was an exploit left to the more experienced of Ginny's brothers, and it was with no measure of jealously that Harry watched Fleur drape herself across Bill's lap while the family was relaxing in the sitting room or Bill grab his wife around the waist before pulling her outside to "check the wards around the property." When the two of them returned an hour later, looking so relaxed they were nearly asleep, Arthur had mildly mentioned that Bill must have performed a very thorough diagnostic test on the wards, and that was all. No one – not even the twins – would dare interfere with Bill, especially now that he also had Veela magic on his side.
Harry was another matter. No one could take long showers at the Burrow without raising suspicion or enduring the wrath of those waiting, but it didn't matter; Harry's constantly aroused state meant that his wanks brought him to climax quickly, if unsatisfactorily.
It was even worse to know that Ginny was feeling the same way. Passing by Harry on the stairs up to her room, Ginny had muttered at least girls don't need cleaning spells, and Harry had had to abruptly stop his planned trip to the kitchen to duck quickly into the loo, where the image of his girlfriend pleasuring herself on her bed brought him to his fastest orgasm yet.
Still, it wasn't all sexual tension. Christmas eve was warm and cozy with delicious food and firewhiskey and not too much Celestina Warbeck, and the next morning's presents were spectacular. Everyone opened their gifts one at a time so that everyone could ooh and ahh until the end, when Molly levitated identical brightly wrapped parcels to land in front of each person. Despite the fact that this was how they ended gifts every year, Harry suspected that everyone found the ritual of unwrapping their new Weasley sweater as comforting as he did. All was well, it seemed to mean, and he squeezed the warm wool in his hands before pulling it on over his pajamas.
"I hope gold was okay this year, Harry," said Molly as she watched her various children and their guests don their sweaters. "I gave you brown two years ago, didn't I? And I know you've had green and blue. This seemed like a nice change."
"It's great, Mrs. Weasley, thanks," said Harry honestly. The "H" was worked out in Gryffindor red and he grinned to see that Ginny's sweater was the mirror image of his, red with a large golden "G" in the middle." He smiled again. "I love it." Warmth was seeping into his bones and he leaned contentedly against the back of the sofa. Ginny slumped lazily against him and for once, Harry's libido seemed to be willing to keep itself in check. He took Ginny's hand and traced light circles on her palm with his thumb, watching as Arthur commandeered Charlie and the twins to gather up all the paper and ribbons and feed it into the fire.
Suddenly, Hermione jumped up.
"The Portkey's in ten minutes, Ron, do you have everything? Where's your bag?"
Ron looked as if he'd been as half-asleep as Harry. He sputtered a bit as he sat up and looked around. "My . . what? Bag?" He rubbed at his eyes.
"Yes, Ron, your bag with your things," said Hermione patiently. "We're staying there overnight, remember?"
"Ron's sleeping at Hermione's?" Harry whispered low in Ginny's ear. This was news to him. Next to him, Ginny shrugged. "I guess so," she said. "I guess she wanted to be with her family for part of Christmas."
Ron stood up. "I left it in the kitchen," he said. "Aren't we leaving from there?"
Hermione nodded, apparently pleased that Ron had paid attention. "It's the andiron," she said. Quickly, they said their goodbyes. When Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder, he leaned in for a moment.
"Fred and George have my room completely charmed to alert them to any . . . you know," he said in a low voice. He glanced swiftly at Ginny. "So I wouldn't try anything, even with the room to yourself."
Harry nodded. "Thanks for letting me know. Wasn't going to anyway, but thanks."
Ron nodded and grabbed Hermione's outstretched hand before following her into the kitchen.
That seemed to be the signal for the group to break up. Bill and Fleur suddenly remembered that they needed to check the wards at Shell Cottage and left soon after Ron and Hermione, with promises to be back for Christmas dinner. Percy predictably went up to his room to work, and Charlie and the twins went outside for what promised to be an epic snowball fight.
"Coming, Harry?" called Fred over his shoulder. He already had a wicked gleam in his eye as he looked at Charlie. "You too, Ginny."
"Yeah, in a minute," said Harry. "I just want to put my gifts away first."
"I'll help," said Ginny promptly. Behind her, George gave a snort.
"I bet you do," he said. Then he shrugged. "It's not like you can get up to anything. Not unless you want us all to know."
"I know," said Harry heavily. "If Hermione couldn't overcome your charms, there's no way I will." Sincerely glad the twins didn't know Legilimency and couldn't see the image of the wide bed at Grimmauld Place that flashed through his mind, Harry concentrated on looking like the properly cuckolded boyfriend he was supposed to be and turned towards the stairs.
Up in Ron's room, Ginny flopped onto Harry's camp bed with a sigh. "Come here," she said. I bet you can at least kiss me without setting off the alarm. Ron and Hermione were a lot further along before the spell fired over the summer." She held out her arms.
Harry shook his head. "And I'll bet anything the first thing Fred and George did was to improve the sensitivity of their charm; especially if they suspected that you and I were going to try sneaking around. I'll figure out a way to take you to Grimauld Place tomorrow, where we can be really alone."
"And we'll be there for 30, maybe 40 seconds before the rest of the family joins us," said Ginny. "The clock, remember? It added a new spot for your home months ago."
Harry fell back on Ron's pillow with a groan. He'd forgotten about the clock in the excitement of finally getting to be alone with Ginny again. "Well that's it, then, isn't it?" he said with a sigh. "I'm going to have to wait until I'm sent back to Hogwarts for another guest lecture before I get to see you naked."
Ginny nodded. "Looks that way," she said. "Damn Ron, getting to go to Hermione's house. I bet there aren't any wards on a Muggle home."
"Well, I'm not taking you to the Durseley's even for a shag," said Harry with a laugh. He got up. "Hand me my gifts, will you? I want to put them in my trunk." He walked over to it.
"Why'd you bring that big thing anyway? Couldn't you have shrunk all our gifts?" Ginny levitated the pile of presents and came to stand next to Harry.
He shrugged. "Habit, I guess. And it's a lot of work to shrink everything down properly. I always lose things. And anyway, I needed to add last year's sweater to this." He opened the trunk and pulled out a mass of multi-colored wool.
Ginny's eyes opened wide. "What . . . is that a blanket? Made of your old Christmas sweaters?"
Harry nodded and spread it out on the camp bed. "I didn't know what to do with the ones I'd outgrown, so after the third, I figured out a spell to bind them together. Watch." He waved his wand and the brown sweater with a pale blue H in the center rose in the air and knitted itself neatly into an open space. He started pointing. "See, there's my green from first year, the dark blue from second, light blue from third, another green for fourth year- that's more of an olive, I guess." He spread out the rest. "And that's fifth year, I think your mum finished it while she was sitting with your dad at St. Mungo's, it's always smelled a little like the hospital wing. And sixth year, brown. Next year I'll add the yellow. It's so bright, maybe I'll rearrange things and put it in the middle, what do you think? Ginny?" Harry looked at her.
Ginny had an odd expression on her face. She rubbed her hand lightly over the wool and Harry saw her swallow hard. "I . . . I don't know where most of my old sweaters are," she said. "Bunched up in the corner of my room or lost for rags, maybe." She looked up at Harry and he saw her eyes glitter. "I can't believe you saved them."
Harry brushed a piece of hair back from Ginny's cheek and tucked it behind her ear. "It was the first gift I'd ever gotten," he said softly. "This blanket, it's . . . proof, I guess." He didn't think he had to explain more.
Something blazed on Ginny's face then. She grabbed up her wand and pointed it at the bedroom door with an almost violent gesture. Harry recognized the spells she was saying and his breath hitched. "Ginny, are you sure?"
Ginny nodded grimly. "I added hexes to the stairway. Maybe they'll know what we're doing but they won't be able to get in."
"They won't know either, not if I can help it," said Harry. He closed his eyes and thought back to his last mission with the Aurors. "I know a few spells I think Fred and George haven't learned yet," he said. He said the spells and then turned to her with a grin. "At least, I hope they haven't. I supposedly just neutralized their charms."
Ginny grinned back at him and took a step forward. "Well, let's find out," she said.
Immediately, they were both a little shy. Harry dimmed the lamps and closed Ron's shades, but it was the middle of the day and they could definitely still see each other. Despite Harry's earlier lamentation about how long it would be until he would get to see Ginny naked, the truth was, he actually never had. The three times they'd had sex and nearly everything that had come before that had all been in dark rooms and under covers. He'd seen Ginny's bare breasts, but never anything else. And Ginny hadn't seen him at all.
She seemed to guess his thoughts. "I want to see you, before we get under the blanket."
Harry's mouth felt dry. "Okay," he said. "And I want . . . to see you."
Ginny nodded resolutely. "That's only fair," she agreed. She stepped forward so that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Harry felt her hands tickle the sides of his waist. "Take off your sweater," she said.
Hastily, Harry complied. Ginny slid her hands up underneath his pajama shirt and ran her fingers lightly across his chest. He shivered. Ginny took another step forward and now he was sure she could feel his erection, pushing freely against the loose fabric of his pajama bottoms. He heard her take a deep breath and then she stepped even closer, winding her hands around his back and then down to cup his bum. She rested them there lightly for a second before pulling him towards her. Harry took an involuntary step forward, and his erection was suddenly against Ginny's belly. Sort of. It was a bit uncomfortable, mashed kind of to the side, and Harry was sure his face was bright red when he took a step back and mumbled 'excuse me, just a minute,' before reaching down to adjust himself. Jeans and trousers kept things much more contained and usually they were lying down by the time his erection really needed attention. He wiggled once more before stepping back against Ginny, this time, wrapping his own arms around her and finding her bum to press.
"I love you," he mumbled into her hair. He'd said it to her for the first time on his birthday, right after they'd finished dinner, while on a walk in the orchard. He'd known it for a lot longer, and told her so. "I know," she'd answered back, and told him she'd loved him for a lot longer too. Now he was more comfortable saying it, but still hadn't gotten over the thrill.
Ginny's hands were under the back of Harry's pajama shirt again. "I love you," she said back. "And I'd love it if you'd take off your shirt." Her voice grew a little shy. "And then maybe you could take off mine?"
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He nearly ripped his shirt, pulling it off over his head, and his hands were more than halfway towards Ginny's breasts before he pulled back. He'd been about to take off her top by grabbing them first.
Ginny saw where his hands were, floating in front of her, and giggled. "Not yet, Harry," she said. He grinned sheepishly and lifted the bottom of her pajama shirt up over her head.
"Thanks for not wearing a bra," he said happily. Now that Ginny's breasts were exposed, he felt that he'd been granted permission to look at them, full-on. He didn't immediately touch, although he knew that when he did, his palm was just the right size to cover each one completely. Instead, he stroked his hands down Ginny's sides and watched as her nipples puckered in the chilly air of the attic. "Looks like you don't even need me," he said with a grin.
Ginny chuckled. "Feels much better when you make them like that," she said softly.
Harry took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Ginny so that he could feel her breasts against his own bare chest. They stood together like that, swaying slowly in the silence until their combined breaths had evened out and matched each other. Only then did Harry step back again. Ginny's nipples had gone flat from the heat between them until Harry brushed his thumb across one and then the other, watching in satisfaction as they hardened again. Ginny shivered, but this time Harry knew she wasn't cold.
"Definitely feels better when you do it," she mumbled.
Harry continued to brush lightly across Ginny's chest with one hand. The other cupped her neck and cradled the back of her head while he leaned down to kiss her. He teased around her lips for a moment and she opened the obligingly. When her own hands found Harry's waist and he felt cool fingers dip into his pajama bottoms, he made a low sound in his throat and Ginny responded by deepening the kiss and pushing herself against him. One hand was still at her chest, and Harry had a fleeting thought about whether it would be selfish to move it so that he could press himself more fully against her. That thought was enough to make him force himself to step back again. Ginny's breasts, he reminded himself.
Although, they were easier to reach when they were both lying down, so Harry shuffled them both carefully over to stand next to the camp bed and then looked at it critically. "It's kind of small," he said. "But I am not using Ron's bed."
"Definitely not." Ginny wrinkled her nose. "How's your transfiguration?"
Harry picked up his wand. "Hopefully better than when I took my OWLs," he said.
His transfiguration job worked; when Harry was done the bed was wider and sat on a sturdy wooden frame instead of its normal creaky metal. "Remind me to set it back before Ron gets home," he said. He went to pull Ginny to sit down and she stopped him. He looked at her quizzically.
"Bottoms off first, I think," she said.
Harry swallowed. "Bottoms, right," he said. They both stood together silently, and Harry had the feeling Ginny was waiting for something. "Umm, should I go first?" he put his hands at his waistband.
Ginny flushed. "I'll do it," she said quickly. She moved swiftly, replacing his hands with hers and tugging down his pajama bottoms. Harry couldn't hold back a tiny yelp as the fabric slid over his erection and it sprung free. Ginny froze. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to be so fast."
Harry shook his head and stepped out of the bottoms. "Just surprised me," he promised. "It's a . . . little sensitive down there, you know?"
"Okay," said Ginny. She sounded distracted. Harry had been about to ask her if he could take off her pajamas now, but he took a look at her face and his question died in his throat. Ginny was looking down at the space between Harry's legs, and her expression was a mixture of curiosity and something that Harry sincerely hoped was excitement. She was biting her lower lip, and twice, Harry saw her hands move to him, and then pull back. He touched her chin and lifted her eyes to his.
"You've touched it before," he said, amused.
Ginny nodded and let out a breath. "I know," she said. "But not when I could see it. Not when we were standing up. It's . . . different this way. It's pointing out, instead of lying flat on your belly. I was wondering if it . . . felt different, this way."
"Why don't you find out?" said Harry.
Ginny nodded again. This time, she stroked him lightly down his length once, and then again, sucking in her breath when Harry shuddered. "Is that good?"
Harry couldn't move his own eyes away from Ginny's hand. "You can hold it more firmly," he said in a choked voice.
"Okay," she said. "I just didn't want to hurt you."
"You wont," he assured her. "Actually," he said with a chuckle. "If you don't grab it soon I may have to do it myself."
Ginny looked up at him with a smirk. "So this is torture?" she asked. She tickled her fingers across his shaft so lightly Harry could barely feel it. He let out a groan.
"Yes," he said thickly. "I mean, do whatever you want. But yeah, it's driving me crazy." He clenched his hands at his sides, determined to let Ginny continue her exploration on her own.
She took pity on him and reached out both hands, wrapping them around his penis, one in front of another. "It's like holding a broom handle," she said with a laugh. Harry leaned into her and she gripped him more tightly.
"Just be careful you don't pull to hard to the side when you steer," he joked. He leaned back again and felt Ginny instinctively loosen her grip before tightening it again when he thrust back against her. "Uhhhh," he said. "This feels really good." It did, too. The position was similar to how Harry stood when he wanked in the shower, but having Ginny be the one touching him pushed his pleasure in an entirely different direction.
"It's hot," Ginny said, "and I can feel it sort of, pulsing?"
Harry nodded, unable to speak for a second. "It . . . it does that," he finally managed.
Suddenly, Ginny's hands were gone. "You're getting carried away, aren't you?" she asked. "Already."
Harry nodded. "Uh huh. It's been a long time."
Ginny's hands moved back, but didn't hold as firmly. "For me too," she said.
Harry felt a bit like an arse. "I haven't . . . you still have . . . I should take off your pajama bottoms too, shouldn't I?"
"It would help with the 'having sex bit,' yes," said Ginny. Harry could hear the laugh in her voice.
"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" he asked, feigning petulance. He put his hands on Ginny's waist and then slipped them inside the back of her pajamas. She was wearing knickers, he noted, and after a second's hesitation, pushed them aside too so he could rest his hands on her bare bum.
"Yesssss," she started to answer, but it ended in a hiss as Harry's hands still on her skin.
"Hmmm, we need to do something about that, then. I can't have you laughing at my technique, can I?" He kneaded her bum gently.
"I won't laugh," she promised. "Just please, take my pajamas off."
The plea in her voice was obvious and Harry felt an answering thump from his erection. With one move, he pushed both pajamas and knickers over Ginny's hips and to the floor. She kicked them aside, her hands never leaving him.
For a moment, Harry didn't look down. Despite the fact that Ginny had already examined him quite thoroughly – and still was, actually; her eyes had drifted back to his erection – Harry wondered if it was proper to just . . . stare the way he wanted to. He fixed his gaze firmly on Ginny's hip, forcing himself to count the freckles sprinkled across her skin. When they began to travel to the right, he let his eyes wander that way too, until finally, he was looking at everything. As if feeling his gaze on her, Ginny dropped her hands and stood still while Harry watched her, from the soft rise and fall of her chest, the quivering of her stomach muscles, and then lower to the dark red curls he'd touched and tasted but never really seen. He brushed a hand over them, leaning down to reach, and the movement caused his penis to skim Ginny's thigh. He started to adjust himself but found her hand already there. Without a word, Ginny gently moved him across the soft fuzz and then lower, closer to her opening. Harry's breath hitched.
"Ginny I . . . I'm not sure I'm ready to . . . I mean, I've heard it can be tricky, standing up." Despite his words, Harry was already straining towards her opening.
Ginny responded by rubbing the tip of Harry's penis more insistently against her and Harry was once again reminded of wanking. Do girls . . . does Ginny? The thought was incredibly arousing, and he watched her a bit more closely. He could feel that Ginny was wet, and when she pulled back for a second, he could see her, glistening on himself. He bit back a moan.
"D'you need me to . . . you know. Before we have sex?" Harry gestured vaguely between them, not sure if he was offering to use his hands or his mouth or what. But Ginny shook her head.
"I'm ready," she said breathlessly. "But I want to do it on the bed. Under the blanket." She pointed to pile of sweaters."
"That's . . . okay. Yeah," said Harry. "I'll probably never be able to sleep under it again without getting hard from the memory though."
"Good," said Ginny. She pushed him gently onto the bed.
Harry scooted over to make room, and as soon as Ginny was lying next to him, he pulled the blanket up to cover them both. Despite the weak light still streaming in around the edges of the window and the faint sounds of a snowball fight breaking up the silence, the room felt cozy and private. Harry performed a quick contraception spell and pulled Ginny against him until they were snuggled together. He kissed her nose.
"I liked being able to see you," he said honestly. "Especially that last bit, when you were . . . you know. With me."
Ginny nodded against his chest. "Felt better than using my own hand," she mumbled.
Oh. So that answers that.
"For me too," he said. "Than using my hand, I mean." He felt suddenly bold. "You'll have to tell me what you think about," he said quickly. "When you're alone, I mean. When you . . . you know."
"Only if you tell me what you think too," said Ginny. They both lying in their sides, slowly rubbing against each other, hands touching softly wherever they fell. Harry moved his hand between them and felt the juncture of Ginny's thighs.
"Just wanted to makes sure you were really ready," he said.
"I am," she said solemnly. "More than ready. Do you want to be on top? Or can I this time?"
Ginny had never been on top before and it took Harry less than a second to answer. "You, please," he said thickly.
Ginny grinned and scooted closer to him before pushing Harry onto his back and hitching her leg over his hip. A second later, she wiggled into position on top of him and put her hands flat on his chest before looking down. "Oh, I like this already," she said in a pleased voice. She wiggled again and spread open her legs, nestling herself at the base of Harry's penis. "Ahhh, feels really good," she mumbled. She dropped her head to Harry's chest and began kissing him there, rocking back and forth at the same time and making satisfied humming noises.
Harry thrust his hips involuntarily. "Uhh, Ginny?"
Ginny rocked some more. "Yeah?"
"You know I'm not, um, inside yet, right?"
Ginny pushed up on Harry's chest again. "I know," she said. I'm just enjoying the view for a minute." She scooted up a bit and raised her hips, and Harry felt her position herself at his tip. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the feeling of Ginny pushing down onto him, but instead, the sensation was light and fleeting. Harry opened his eyes.
Ginny's head was bent to look down Harry's body to where they almost connected. Harry craned his neck and could just see under the blanket that she was balanced on her knees so that she could carefully control the way she let her opening get close to him for a touch before she pulled back. Everyone once in a while, she let him get a little more of the way in before pulling out again and then going back only to his tip. It was torture. It was wonderful.
"Having fun?" he asked.
Ginny stopped with Harry halfway inside her and looked up. "Yeah, I am," she admitted. "It feels really good to be able to control everything." She bit her lip. "Is it okay for you?"
"More than okay," promised Harry. "And also going a little crazy. In a good way," he added hastily. He put his hands on Ginny's hips. "But if you wanted to push all the way down, I wouldn't stop you." He reached up and pushed her hair behind her shoulders.
Ginny grinned and reached down to kiss him, all the while keeping herself positioned high on Harry's penis. He focused on kissing her, on the feel of her hips in his hands and her thighs clamped on either side of his waist and tried with all his might not to thrust.
A second later, he was rewarded. Ginny pushed down onto with a groan of satisfaction.
Harry groaned back. "Thank Merlin," he mumbled.
Ginny moved up and down a couple of times, and when Harry rocked her hips against him she let him set the pace for a minute. Then she pushed harder and grabbed his hands, nearly sitting up on his lap. The blanket fell off her shoulders as she moved but she ignored it in favor of continuing to move, up and down.
At the end of one particularly hard thrust, she stopped with Harry fully inside her, and her movements around him became small and intense. "Hold on, Harry," she gasped. "I'm really close." She pushed into him and Harry lifted his hips, trying to find even more depth. He wanted to thrust, hard, but he also didn't want to stop the feeling of being completely enclosed by Ginny while she found the private rhythm that pushed her over the edge. When she cried out, Harry could feel her pulsing around him and he bit the inside of his lip, trying to let her have as much pleasure as she wanted before he gave into the urge to move.
Only when Ginny collapsed back onto his chest did Harry take her hips again and move her up and down. She caught on quickly, looking at him full in the face.
"You didn't yet?"
Harry shook his head. "Too busy . . . watching you," he managed. He pushed her up again and groaned when she dropped back down on her own accord. "But now . . ." he couldn't speak anymore. With another hard thrust, Harry came, pulling Ginny's hips against his while he spilled into her until she fell back onto his chest again, both of them sweaty and panting.
Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny and softly kissed her hair. "I think it gets better every time we do it," he said. "I definitely liked you on top."
"Me too," said Ginny. "And when we're a little more experienced, we'll definitely have to try it standing up."
"Sounds good," Harry mumbled. He was extremely sleepy and Ginny's weight was like a blanket itself. He felt himself start to drift . . .
"HARRY."
He jerked awake. "Whahuh?"
"It's gotten really quiet outside. Listen." Ginny was already off the bed, and Harry was disappointed to see that her breasts were already covered by her pajama top. She bent over to pick up her knickers and Harry felt a faint stirring. But a second later she turned around.
"Harry, Charlie and the twins could be on their way up here right now! For all we know, Bill's come back too; we're all to have Christmas dinner together, remember?"
That got Harry going. He grabbed his wand and simultaneously shrunk the bed, made it neatly, opened the shades, took down the wards, and lit the lamps so brightly that he had to squint to see Ginny.
"Sorry about that," he said, hastily lowering the lights to their regular level. He looked around. "They won't be able to tell we just had sex, will they?" We can tell everyone we were . . . umm . . . looking at my blanket. They'll buy that, won't they? What?"
Ginny was shaking her head. "They're going to know for sure what we were doing," she said solemnly. Her lips twitched. "Unless you put your pajamas back on."
"Oh." Harry looked down. He was still completely naked, his penis now flopping rather weakly between his legs. "You remember what it looked like, before, don't you? " he asked, grabbing for his bottoms. "It doesn't really mean anything, what it looks like when it's this way."
"Yes Harry, I remember. You used it quite impressively," said Ginny with a smirk. "And if you want to have it intact to use again, I suggest you get yourself dressed and start talking about something boring like what you're planning for your next lecture at Hogwarts before my family troops in here." Ginny flicked her wand at the door and it swung silently open. Harry half expected to see a bunch of Weasleys standing there, but it was quiet. Ginny let out a sigh.
"I think we're safe," she said. Let's go see if we can help mum with dinner before anyone tries to come up here." She picked up the blanket. "Can we take this down to show her? If I can find my old sweaters, I think I'd like one too."
Harry grinned and gave Ginny a kiss. "Only if you promise we'll have sex under yours too," he said.
Ginny kissed him back. "I get to be on top."