Harry Potter

As it turned out, defeating the dark lord did not make your life simpler. Two days after silence had finally fallen on the grounds of Hogwarts, he, the Weasleys, and most other core members of the Order, where still stuck in a hotel in London. As frustrating as it was, it was necessary. Just because the Dark Lord might be defeated, didn't mean his followers weren't still at large. Shacklebolt had summarized it quite well, for any of them to return home at that point in time would have been dangerous in the extreme. So they were stuck at a large and rather grand muggle hotel that was probably used to accommodating security teams, guarded by the Aurors that Shacklebolt considered most trustworthy. From what Harry could tell, all the Aurors had really needed was to be unleashed under official sanction.

At the very least they kept the Daily Prophet away. Dealing with the likes of them during their time of grief, that would have been a hard to weather.

Harry lay on his bed, slowly twirling his wand as he stared up at the ceiling. He had spent so much time struggling against Voldemort. Now that he had defeated him,...Harry found himself not knowing how to proceed any further. What had he expected? A grand sense of victory? Though he was told celebrations had broken out across the Wizarding World, those who had actually stood Voldemort down seemed to have very little appetite to join in .

Just as his thoughts began to head down the path of melancholy and bitter sweat memories a tentative knock came from the door.

"Who is it?" Harry yelled, grabbing his wand firmly despite expecting to hear Ron or Hermione.

"It's me, open up!" he heard a familiar voice call. "Hurry!"

There was a sense of urgency in her voice and Harry rose and hurried over to the door, wand in hand. Harry yanked the door open and found himself face to face with a very pretty young woman with ginger hair dressed in a long dark cloak.

"Ginny?" Harry asked, looking back and forth down the hall, trying to guess the source of her urgency at this late hour.

"Move aside," Ginny hissed. "Mum is prowling the corridors. I think she is worried about Ron."

Harry did as he was told and closed the door behind the youngest Weasley. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Couldn't sleep," Ginny explained apologetically and Harry noticed that under her cloak the young witch wore what looked suspiciously like her night robes.

"Because of tomorrow?" he asked, referring to the upcoming funerals. They would be attending three the very next day, including Fred's.

Ginny nodded, suddenly looking worn and tired. "You know, its only really been four years?" she asked. "Since he came back, you know."

"Felt longer," Harry agreed quietly.

She looked over at him for a very long moment and moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. The robes slid aside slightly, drawing his gaze to her knees and an inch or two of her smooth and pail thighs. He found Ginny staring at him with narrowed eyes as if having noticed what had drawn his gaze.

"Sorry. I-" he began and was promptly silenced by the witch's demanding lips, pressing against his, her hand clutching the front of his pullover, pulling him in even deeper and not letting him escape.

After a few sweet moments, she finally broke lip contact and pulled away, only to look up at him with fierce eyes. "Did we settle that question?" she asked.

"Sure looks like it," he confirmed, keeping a straight face while innocently wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer.

They sat silent before Ginny looked up at him again, in that inviting manner. Harry eagerly obliged her, and leaned down and kissed her. They had kissed before, many times, but this time he was a lot more aware of her pressing up against his side than he usually had been in the past. Her body almost seemed to radiate warmth.

"You know, my mother would have a fit if she found me here," Ginny mused softly, resting her head back on his shoulder. Her hand came to rest on his and a moment later Harry found himself being eased down into his back. Ginny swung a leg over him and before he knew it ginger was straddling him.

"Slow down there," Harry said, though not sure he wanted her to.

"No, I don't think I will," Ginny replied softly and kissed him hard on the lips.

Harry promptly decided he was fine with whatever she was planning and slipped his hand under her robes and wrapped his arms around the witch's slender waste, with only her thin nightgown separating his hand from her soft flesh.

After exchanging a few more heated kisses Ginny sat up, loosened the knot keeping her robes together, and tossed them aside, before reoccupying his lips with her own, know only in her nightgown. In the process, Harry noted, her nightgown slid up, revealing a good portion of her pail, toned thighs. After hesitating for a long moment as Ginny kissed him increasingly aggressively he finally placed his hands on the thighs, and was delighted to find that Ginny did not seem to mind at all. That or she was too busy trying to shove her tongue down his throat, which incidentally he did not mind either.

Ginny leaned into him, slowly but persistently pushing him backwards down into his back. Finally she broke lip contact and sat up, glancing down at where his hands were resting. After placing her hands on his, she began to pull his hands up her legs to her groin, and then proceeded to guide his palms up her abdomen. Then, after hesitating barelly more than a heartbeat she finally guided them up to her bust.

As he gingerly squeezed them, realizing they were bigger that he had originally imagined them to be. Then, he had never been able to interact with them this closely before, only ever imagining the delights hidden away under Ginny's robes.

Ginny looked down at him with that same hard, blazing look she had before their very first kiss what felt like a lifetime ago. So as he felt Ginny up, it occurred to him that she had come to his cabin looking for more than just the rekindling of a paused relationship. She had always been the more aggressive, more prone to push boundaries. As if having read his thoughts she slipped her nightgowns shoulder straps down her shoulders and let the garment slide down to pile up around her waist, revealing her toned, slender form. Her breasts, shimmering milky white in the dim warm light if the bedside lamp, while not exactly large, offered to beautiful pail handfuls, with small pink nipples. Her freckles continued down from her cheeks, neck, and over her shoulders, stopping just shy of her pale breasts.

Her torso was toned, and her abdomen flat. She was breathtaking.

Her stared up at her open mouthed, earning a sheepish grin. Though it was now far to late for such shyness, she crossed her arms to cover her breasts, blushing a deep red as he stared up at her. "Don't," Harry said and gently pulled her hands away. "I want to see you."

"Do you now?" she asked, her blush fading and her old brashness returning.

"Yeah," Harry admitted, this time moving his hands up her pale form to cup her bare breasts uninvited.

"Hey," she complained when he playfully pinched one of her nipples between thumb and proximal phanlanx and thumb.

"Sorry," he hastily said and for a long moment they stared at each other.

"It's fine, I'm ticklish," Ginny admitted.

Harry laughed sat up, letting Ginny slide down onto his lap in the process, until her bare toros nearly touched him. After giving him one long kiss she tugged on the hem of his pullover. Understanding he complied, stripping it off for her and tossing it aside. He thought she would continue to remove his clothes, but instead Ginny pressed her lips against his, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck. Not knowing what to do with his own, they finally came found Ginny's flanks, his fingers gently drawing down the light between her latissimus and trapezius until his hands finally came to rest on her hips. For the next few minutes their tongues were locked in an increasingly intense duel for dominance. Their lips only breaking contact for shorts gasps of air. It was a duel he finally had to concede. Then, it was her who had made the first move by coming to him and she acted with a certain level of intent while he was simply around for the ride.

Eager to gain some initiative, and the bulge in his trousers becoming rather uncomfortable, he finally twisted his torso, pulling Ginny around with. She yelped softly when dragged her around and pushed her down onto the mattress, and rotated with her until it was him who was on top of her. During their time together, they had exchanged quite a few kisses, but this was the first time they had really moved into the horizontal.

Ginny Weasley was a very attractive young woman. There was a reason why she had so caught his imagination in their sixth year. Now that she was half undressed and under him, he had the sudden urge to explore every inch of this body he had spent months fantasizing over. After exchanging a few more heated kisses, his lips finally moved down her smooth freckled neck, earning himself a shiver.

Finally, with a thundering heart, he continued down past her collar bone and shoulders. Apart from sinking her fingers into his hair, Ginny stayed very still. His lips climbed the slopes of her breasts before finally reaching her left nipple. Not really sure what to do now he followed his first best whim which was to gently suck on it before switching to her other breasts.

"Oh gods, Harry," she whispered softly. Feeling rather pleased with himself he grinned up at her, and earned himself a lazy smile. It seemed to harry that now she had gotten things moving, Ginny Weasley was more than happy to let him take lead. Grinning, Harry playfully rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

"Stop teasing," Ginny ordered quietly.

"No," Harry replied and then, after giving both mounds a playful squeeze he moved down further, past her toned flat abdomen, planting a kiss on her bellybutton, before pausing at where her nightgown had piled up around her hips.

Pausing. Harry glanced back up Ginny, who nodded barelly perceptively. With consent to proceed given, he gently tugged on the silk nightgown and pulled it down further, revealing a simple white slip, much like the one muggle women wore. Though honestly, he did not really known what to expect.

To give himself some space to work with he rolled off Ginny and pulled down the nightdress further until Ginny unceremoniously kicked it away on her own and looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to finally finish unpacking the gift she had self-delivered. For a few long moments he admired the naked witch lying in front of him. Noticing his stares, she grin bemused, and then proceed to blush deeply. "So?" she asked.

"I think I like being your boyfriend again," Harry admitted and earned himself a mischievous giggle. "I hope so, otherwise I would have had misjudged the situation greatly. No one has gotten to play with the girls yet.."

Harry laughed. "Well, consider me flattered."

"You better," Ginny said and look at him expectantly.

Realizing he didn't really want to talk with Ginny, he leaned over, kissed her on the lips, and carefully pulling the remaining garment down her thighs, revealing what he was by now certain would be the nights main attraction. Her public hair, neatly trimmed, was ginger too.

"So,..." Ginny finally said pointedly. "Not that I mind being undressed for you, but it is kind of awkward with you still wearing clothes." As if to underline her point she crawled closer and then tugged on the hem of his shirt. Understanding, he honored her wishes and stripped that off as well. Ginny looked him over for a long moment as one might a particularly promising box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Apparently satisfied with what she saw she cocked her head slightly.

"Anyway," Harry said, eager to get back to the snogging part. His hand finding her chest, and eager to press on, he kissed her hard on the lips. It took only moments to compliment her down on her back, where to be honest he really enjoyed having her. This time it was his turn to be aggressive , and was on top of Ginny a few moments later.

This time Harry kissed Ginny hard on the lips, hungrily invading her mouth with his tongue. He felt her breasts pressing against him as she did. Before long he was hungrily devouring her neck, sucking on her flesh, and gently nibbling. That was the first time in his life he actually heard Ginny Weasley moan. She seemed to be melding into his body, her legs loosely wrapping themselves around his waist, and then it happened. It was a low, husky sound that escaped her slightly parted shapely lips as he sucked on her skin with great enthusiasm. Her moan, Harry thought, was probably the most otherworldly sound he had every heard,... and he wanted to hear more of it.

Caught in the heat of the moment, he barely noticed that he was grinding his pelvic against her. He barely noticed Ginny's fingernails digging into his back as she tried to somehow pull him even closer.

For a moment he broke lip contact and met her honey colored eyes. It was something in those eyes, a seemingly contradictory yet oddly congruent mix of gentle affection, an almost predatorial hunger, and a level of vulnerability that was rare for Ginny that convinced him he had all concede he would ever need to proceed.

His lips back on hers, and with quite some fumbling, he somehow managed to awkwardly unbutton his trousers and pull them down to his knees, his underpants soon following. Harry was already almost hard, the woman he had desired for his entire sixth year at Hogwarts and ever since being so close, and so very available. Almost without thinking he found himself lining up for a dance older than human civilization, his partner in this plays knees clenching in on his hips in return. Staring down at his lover, he lined himself up with one hand and felt his tip pressing against Ginny.

She felt wett, Harry realized, really not knowing what to expect. So far, he had only ever heard wild stories from school mates, never having gotten past first base previously.

"Harry...-," Ginny breathed. What ever she was going to say he would never know for just then the tip of his manhood found its home, and he instinctively but gently pushed forward. Ginny's nails dug deeper into his back, and her legs tightened around him as she seemingly held on for dear life.

Harry paused when he felt Ginny's toned form stiffen under him. "Don't stop!" Ginny whispered under him and groaned softly as he continued to slowly worked himself deeper into her. It was a hard to describe feeling. Tight? Wett? Finally he was thrusting her with slow, cautious movements.

Ginny's fingers dug into his back, and low moans ripped forth between pressed lips. "You okay?" he whispered into her ear.

"I'm fine," she replied and after reengaging her lips he continued. The beautiful Ginny Weasley moaning for him, it truly was most marvelous sound he had ever heard. Wishing to encourage her to be louder he slowly picked up the pace. His lips found her throat again.

Before long, Harry found the pressure in him growing and he felt himself approach some sort of climax. Eager to prologue this moment of his triumph, Harry desperately thought of everything but the woman other him. Finally Harry found himself reciting lines from his book on Broomstick care. "Take extra care to check the Broomsticks Handel oiling for tarnish. This could be a sign of impending enchantment failure," Harry recited in his head and visualized a moving black white picture of a Quidditch falling out of the sky during a match.

Slowly, the alluring sound of Ginny's moans drew him back to reality and the woman under him. Ginny gasped and moaned, her fingernails biting deep into his skin to what should have been a painful degree. Finally she released his back and instead clawed at the covers, her eyes suddenly snapping open and gazing up at him intently.

His breath came in short pants, in rhythm with his strokes. Their bodies coted in sweat from the blissful exertion until with a strained grunt Harry could no longer hold back. He pushed in one last time, and as sparks danced in front of his eyes he finally empties his load inside her.

Breathing deeply he finally stopped, his length still hurried inside his lover, and grinned down at Ginny, who despite looking winded grinned at him. Ginny reached up, cupped his cheeks, and pulled him down for a deep kiss. As if dismissed, he rolled off her and Kay next to her, breathing deeply.

"We're definitely back together," Harry wheezed and Ginny burst out laughing and ran her fingers through her hair.

"I sure hope so, Mr Potter," Ginny agreed and then rolled up against him, resting her head on his chest and a leg leg over his.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rolling on his side to face her and then proceeding to wrap his arms around her and pull her close.

"Yeah, that was amazing," she replied. "I can still feel your stuff in me," she then added mischievously.

"Well, you are my girl," Harry joked.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Your girl?" she asked and sat up.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed.

"I guess I like the sound of that."

After they showered they found themselves watching Television. Harry hadn't in many months and as it turned out this was a premiere for Ginny. Despite having a father obsessed with muggles, she hadn't actually ever watched Television.

So, as the night grew older, Harry found himself sitting on the bed, with Ginny nestled against him. The young Witch watched the movie wide eyed. Somewhere from the depths of his memory he had dragged forth the name of the movie, "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back" or something. Harry, for who watching movies wasn't quite such a novelty, enjoyed having the witch, wrapped only in a towel, nestling against his chest as she stuffed her face with crisps and a Pepsi from the mini bar. Was this what normality was supposed to feel like?

"So this is what muggles do all day?" Ginny asked, looking up at him wide eyed. "Well no. Some maybe, but this is a popular past time," Harry explained. Feeling rather smug at that point in the evening, Harry tugged on Ginny's waste. Obliging, she smoothly slid onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"So?" Harry asked when the movies main protagonists were hacking each other.

Ginny tore her gaze away from the screen and glanced at him. "Yes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you up for another round?"

So, this will either be a two or three chapter gig. Or I can turn this into a full on harem story, let me know what you are interested in. I have laid the groundwork for both. I try to keep the Characters as close to lore personality wise as possible, though obviously I will have to take some liberties with the world. Also it wouldn't be a huge "Harem" due to that robbing me the ability to explore character development for all characters.

Do leave a review,

Henry Locker over and out.