The next few days Harry and Susan flame travelled to Bones Manor to visit The Bones Mausoleum and lay flowers on Amelia's tomb and come to a decision to combine the Bones and Potter Mausoleum's together.
"So, what do you think?" Harry asked.
"let's do it, but remember that we're talking to Minerva about the issue with Malfoy." Susan said.
"oh i'm talking to her about everything." Harry said.
Harry took Susan's hand to Flame Travel back to Hogwarts, Minerva was waiting for them.
"what's up Nana Minerva?" Harry asked.
"Mr. Thomas was wondering if you'd meet with him." Minerva said.
"it's a hogsmeade weekend, surely he will find something to do. I'm not going to give him advice on contraceptives." Harry said sternly.
"then don't worry about it Harry." Susan said.
Ginny walked over to Dean Thomas to talk to him.
"Hey Dean, can you and i go somewhere in private?" Ginny asked.
"sure Ginny, where do you want to go?" Dean said.
"I want to get to know you Dean, please just hang out with me." Ginny said.
"oh okay Ginny, let's go hang out." Dean said.
For Ginny, Dean enveloped her, which she found both pleasant and suffocating. Literally, she loved it. There was somuchof him everywhere, all at once, pressing against Ginny when they kissed in deserted corridors, her back to the wall; weighing Ginny down when they were on his bed, curtains drawn in case his roommates suddenly came back; warming her in an isolated corner of the common room, his arm casually about her shoulders. When they made out, his hand covered the entire back of her head, or half of her ass; when she gave him head, she could feel his heat radiating off him, flushing her cheeks even in the unheated Quidditch changing rooms.
But figuratively, Dean smothered her. He kept a hand on the small of her back when they walked together, and he always rested a hand on her knee when they sat next to each other. He often met her outside her classes to spend their break together or walk her to her next class; he always waited for her to eat dinner.
He was happy eating with her friends, just as he was happy when she sat with Seamus and Neville. He seemed to accede to any plan if it involved spending time with her. She loved Dean; he was sweet and funny, studious and sensitive, and physicallysolid. He was an excellent lover, confident and assured.
Sometimes she needed space. She was certainly used to crowded living conditions, from the Burrow overflowing with brothers to the cramped Hogwarts dormitories. It wasn't physical space she needed from Dean; in fact, she loved his affection and tasteful physicality.
But sometimes she wanted to write an essay alone, so she could sigh melodramatically and pull faces without Dean clucking sympathetically, or spend an afternoon in the common room without the temptation of abandoning her friends to challenge him to a game of strip Exploding Snap, which they'd played in hushed voices once before in a deserted classroom.
The first time she'd told him she was going down to the lake to read by herself and absorb the remaining September sun, she'd been inordinately anxious, hoping not to hurt his feelings, couching her words carefully. To her surprise, Dean had shrugged cheerfully, told her he'd see her at dinner, and then kissed her so fiercely she'd contemplated changing her mind and shagging him instead.
From then on, establishing boundaries had been easier, which in turn allowed her to usually literally lean in to the time they did spend together. Whereas Michael had tended to sulk and avoid her for hours or days at a time, Dean acted like he couldn't get enough of her and that, Ginny had to admit, felt pretty fucking good.
Dean had increased her confidence by an order of magnitude. Her first time with Michael was Very great. It wasn't like she had sisters with which to gossip about sexual encounters, and she was the most sexually precocious of her friends, but she knew it was bad. Michael had claimed he wasn't a virgin, but she suspected he may have been lying. They'd consummated their months of dating late in her third year, by which time Ginny was positive their relationship was rapidly reaching its expiration date. Ever practical, she'd figured doing it with Michael would give her valuable knowledge in her next relationship.
Indeed, Michael's behavior on the night in question solidified her desire to break things off: he'd tugged her along by the hand from classroom to classroom an hour before curfew, rejecting each one "too cold" or "too close to Flitwick's study" or "we can look down into the courtyard from these windows, anyone could see us" – before she'd finally insisted they stop wandering. The following four minutes were awkward, clammy, and silent; Michael was pouting and Ginny, at fourteen, hadn't the faintest idea what she was supposed to be doing.
Six weeks later, when she'd broken up with Michael and had started dating Dean, she was petrified of repeating the experience, not because it had been so unpleasant though it had, but because undoubtedly her lack of sexual prowess would cause Dean to dump her mercilessly and, she supposed, hook up with a beautiful Muggle girl over the summer when he was home.
She liked Dean so much this prospect was intolerable to contemplate, and so she successfully demurred sex with Dean until they saw each other again in the fall, enticing him with extended snogging sessions – no thanks to Michael, she felt she'd developed her skills fairly convincingly in this area – and promises to write him steamy, salacious letters all summer.
The success of her plan left her with two months to improve her sexual skills, without any way to practice, all while under the watchful eye of a houseful of brothers. A tall order, to be sure, but one Ginny was prepared to take on. Her mother's Witch Weekly copies were of very little help, geared more toward "mature witches" than lustful teenagers her own age. She therefore recruited Demelza to take out a subscription to Seductive Spellwork and send her all the sex advice columns disguised as letters, which Demelza gleefully agreed to do.
As a result of her labors, sex with Dean when she returned to Hogwarts was glorious. To be fair to him, he possessed quite a lot of skills already, and had practiced them extensively with Katie Bell, whom he'd dated for much of the previous year.
He was giving and went down on her with enthusiasm, groaned convincingly at all the right moments, and made her feel like she was talented and attractive and seductive. She had no doubt his attitude allowed her newly acquired theoretical skills to turn into practical application much more effectively than if she was trying them out on an unappreciative and uninvested prat like Michael.
Their problem, the same problem all older students at Hogwarts faced, was finding privacy. In October, she and Dean plotted to stay back from a Hogsmeade weekend, when Dean's dormitory was sure to be deserted. The promise of sex in a real bed made Ginny's stomach clench with anticipation whenever she thought of it in the days leading up to the weekend.
She attempted to channel her building sexual energy into teasing Dean terribly, slipping her hand into the front waistband of his underwear when they kissed goodnight just outside the portrait hole on their way back from the library one night, then boldly straddling him, knees on either side of his legs, in the deserted common room late the next, daring any sleepy first year to come back down the stairs.
The morning of the Hogsmeade excursion, she went down to breakfast with Demelza, as she usually did, and ate little. Dean winked at her from across the table and a few seats down, where he was sitting with Seamus. Seamus caught the wink and looked at her; she raised her eyebrows suggestively at him, and he snorted good-naturedly and said to Dean, "So you're still coming into Hogsmeade with Parvati and Lavender and me, right?"
Dean shook his head mournfully. "I need to finish that essay for Snape."
Suspicions confirmed, Seamus shook his head and went back to his toast. Ginny rose from the table with Demelza to head back to the common room, but was stopped in the entrance hall by Professor Dumbledore, who appeared to be entering for breakfast.
"Ah, Miss Weasley," he said courteously. "Would you mind passing this note along to Harry? I wouldn't want to cause" – he paused – "…ascenewere i to give it to him personally."
Slightly awed while she'd seen Dumbledore many times at Grimmauld Place and had eaten more than a few meals with him, he'd never spoken more than a few sentences to her directly she left Demelza and doubled back to the Great Hall toward Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
Ron was speaking animatedly as she approached, and she couldn't help but appreciate Harry's slim shoulders in his soft, grey-blue sweater. She thought his untidy hair today gave him a particularly devil-may-care appearance: he needed a haircut. However, one glance over at Dean and his lean torso and dark curls and bright eyes, and Harry was forgotten. Dean's body would be under hers in just one short hour.
"Hey Harry," she said. "I'm supposed to give you this."
"Thanks, Ginny," he replied absently, ripping open the parchment. Ginny was distracted, watching Dean listen to Parvati speak down the table. Ginny was so high-strung, so attuned with lust for him, that even the most insignificant movements triggered another aching wave of desire: his long fingers deftly handled his fork and knife, his dimples flashed as he gave a half-smile at a joke one of his friends had made, and his eyes shone with a vibrancy and vitality she could see even from here. Between her legs, she could feel herself begin to grow warm. Just a few more minutes.
"Want to join Sue and i in Hogsmeade, Ginny?" Harry's question pulled her away from raking over Dean's body with her eyes.
"I'm going with Dean, might see you there," she lied automatically, reveling in the thrill of her secret tryst. As she waved and turned to leave, she caught Dean's eye again, and his look suddenly shifted from lighthearted good humor to one of such smoldering intensity that her pussy actuallyachedand a flood of wetness followed. She smiled shortly, she couldn't hope to match his seductive intensity, but she could hope for fuck me now eyes, couldn't she? turned away, and was gratified to hear Dean stand up at once behind her and say goodbye to his friends.
She was halfway up the stairs when he caught up with her, his arm snaking around her waist automatically.
"What d'you reckon?" he said. "They're all downstairs eating, I think they're heading straight into Hogsmeade."
At the top of the stairs, she stopped and turned to face him, one hand gripping the back of his shirt, the other reaching for his neck as she stood on tiptoe, leaning against him by necessity as she reached for his lips. He was sotall.
"I reckon," she whispered, not bothering to look behind her to see if the entry was deserted, "that if I don't see you naked in the next ten minutes, I'm going to combust."
He murmured something low and unintelligible in assent, slipping his tongue inside her mouth for just one moment before he was tugging her along behind him, taking the steps two at a time. She was out of breath by the time they reached Gryffindor tower.
The common room was rowdy with first and second years, and normally she might have tried for a more subtle approach, giving Dean a few minutes' head start to dart upstairs to the boys' side of the dormitories, but this morning she took no notice of any curious, slightly starstruck younger students watching their obviously illicit rendezvous.
Dean's dormitory was empty. He shut the door behind her, and she reached immediately for his belt buckle, working it loose while he played with the hem of her sweater, waiting to lift it over her head.
"A bed!" she said exuberantly.
"I'm intending to make full use of it," he promised, pulling off her sweater as she dropped his belt to the floor. He stepped out of his pants while she undid the two buttons of his cardigan, which he removed entirely while she took off her own pants. In seconds, he wore nothing but his white undershirt and boxers, while she wore her bra and panties.
She kissed him, one hand sliding down his ass while the other pushed lightly against his chest, moving him backward in the direction of his bed. When he collapsed on top of it, she climbed on top of him, straddling his legs, running her hand down the plane of his stomach and reaching inside his underwear for his cock, which she was pleased to find completely erect.
"I think I've had that hard-on for hours, honestly since I woke up and remembered what we were doing today," he mumbled, stifling a groan as she began to stroke it gently. With an impressive attempt at dexterity, he fiddled with her bra clasp with one hand, while the other reached behind his head to pull his curtains half closed. That task accomplished, he dedicated both hands to the task, and Ginny shrugged out of her bra a moment later.
"I know we have time today," she said, as his right hand traced her left breast, "but I don't want to go slow." A slice of light fell over his face, but the rest of his body was in shadow from the heavy drapery around his bed.
In response, he slid her underwear down over her thighs, and she tried her best to wrangle them off without too much clumsiness. Seductive Spellwork had never covered trying to remove one's clothes while on top of a lover in an enclosed four-poster bed silly, really, considering how a significant share of the British magazine's subscribers must be Hogwarts students.
Dean flipped her over so she was on her back and tried to remove his own underwear. She was glad to see it was also a rather laborious process for him his sexual prowess didn't extend to sexually removing his underwear. She considered not knocking the curtains off their hangings from an errant elbow or foot to be a success.
Both naked, Ginny spread her legs and lay dean between them, returning his lips to her neck. Every part of her body that was touching his was warm; it was inevitable given the amount of heat he exuded. Her extremities, exposed to the cool castle air, were not. She pressed her icy fingers to his back and he yelped.
In retribution, he moved his own fingers between her legs, lightly tracing her lips, one finger just breaching the entrance of her canal. "Are you sure you don't want to go slowly?" he asked, slipping it inside with a rapidity that made her shudder. His hand, just like the rest of him, was a furnace on her skin. "I can go down on you…we have all morning…"
Ginny shook her head and kissed his jaw, the part of him nearest her mouth. "No. I want you to fuck me right now." Seductive Spellwork recommended bluntness, and so far Dean responded exactly as the magazine had predicted: with overwhelming enthusiasm.
He laughed and reached above her head under his pillow, pulling out a condom.
"You usually sleep with condoms under your pillow?" she asked, smirking, as he ripped it open.
"You laugh, but if I hadn't put it there this morning while your brother was in here, I might add – one of us would have to go round to my trunk now to get it. The temperature is much more pleasant in here and that floor is cold as shit."
"Well, you won't need a condom Dean, just fuck me." Ginny said.
With the feeling of excitement building in her, Ginny flopped down between the older boy's legs and took his flaccid cock in her hand. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around it, she could feel it start to harden but that wasn't fast enough for her. While keeping eye contact with Dean, she stuck out her tongue and slowly began to run the tip of it over his soft head. His cock was sticky from filming when they started kissing, she realised that she didn't care. As she left a silvery trail of saliva over the head of his dick, it began to stiffen rapidly. Very soon, Ginny found herself with a fully erect cock in her hand. Doing what she did best, she slid it into her mouth.
Dean shuddered with pleasure as she began to suck on his magnificent member. As she slurped, she remembered overhearing older girls talking about deep throating their boyfriends and she wondered how much of Dean's cock she could take. The boy was a good seven or eight inches long, so it would be a challenge but she was up for it. After all, she'd been a total slag up to this point, so why not go the whole hog?
Taking a deep breath, Ginny began to work more and more of Dean's rock-hard dick down her throat. It wasn't easy and her initial reaction was to gag. It took her a little while to adjust to breathing through her nose and to fight her instincts. Once she was comfortable, she pushed her head down further and took even more of the long shaft into her mouth.
By this point, Dean was sobbing like a baby and gently stroking her hair as she gobbled his cock. She was pleased that he didn't try to force her to take more of it down her throat and for her to work at her own speed. Grasping that she only had an inch or so to go, she made one last effort and a moment later her nose made contact with the soft flesh of Dean's groin. His pubic hair tickled her upper lip but she'd managed to do it. All his cock was now in her mouth!
"Gah!" Ginny yelled as she pulled her head back and was at last able to breathe. Saliva dripped down her chin and all down Dean's cock. The boy in question just stared at her in amazement.
"Fucking hell, Gin! That was amazing. I never expected you to do that!" Dean said.
"First time for everything," she slurred. "You know what you can do to pay me back?" Ginny asked.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Stick that big black cock right up my pussy!" Ginny said as she crawled forward until her head was parallel with his. She kissed him once, her tongue jousting with his briefly before she reached down between her legs and grabbed his throbbing shaft. She manoeuvred it until it was pressed up against her dripping hole before she thrust her hips down hard.
"Oh and Do not mention Ron again while we're fucking." she said as she guided his cock inside her. She grunted in what she hoped was a dignified manner, reveling in the sensation.
Dean straightened, allowing Ginny to catch sight of his magnificent cock once again. It stood, straight and proud, with his helmet purple and angry looking. His manhood seemed even larger than when she'd been sucking it and she briefly had a stab of fear that it would hurt when he put it in her. Taking the throbbing monster in his hand, Dean shuffled forward until he was lined up with her entrance. Ginny spread her legs wider inviting him in. Even if she was nervous, her all-consuming lust overcame any concerns. She wanted that big dick in her pussy and she wanted it now.
Offering her a quick wink, Dean rubbed the head of his cock against her soaking-wet folds several times, gathering lubrication and frustrating the hell out of her. Then, finally, he pushed forward and sunk his throbbing dick into her needy pussy.
"Oh, bloody hell!" she moaned as she felt the first few inches slide into her. It felt like heaven to her and she couldn't wait until all his length was buried deep in her pussy.
"Alright there Ginny?" Dean asked, sounding rather worried.
"Fuck, yes!" she spat. "Come on Dean, I want all of that big dick inside me!"
Smiling again, the handsome Gryffindor needed no further encouragement. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his cock further and further inside her, causing Ginny to nearly cum on the spot. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he began to move backwards and forwards, repeatedly thrusting his dick deep into her pussy. She began to squeal each time he plunged into her, her body tingling with excitement like she had never experienced before.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed as she took most of his length into her cunt in one go. This wasn't enough for her, however, and she ground herself down onto him until all his delicious cock was inside her.
Ginny paused for a moment so she could enjoy the wondrous feeling of Dean's big dick filling her but she couldn't remain still for long. Soon, her hips began to move of their own volition as she repeatedly impaled herself on his rock hard column. Dean gasped and grabbed her hips, helping to ram her small body down onto his pole.
Before long, she was screaming each time his cock plunged into her soaking wet pussy. It felt absolutely incredible and Ginny congratulated herself on instigating what had started as an act of kindness but had turned into a fantastic fuck. Dean was clearly loving it too, and was thrusting himself up into her like his life depended on it. Such was the enthusiasm with which he shafted her that Ginny could feel his balls slapping against her arse with each lunge. Sweet Merlin, could this get any better? She wondered.
"Oh shit...you're so tight Gin, It's making me crazy. I don't want to hurt you." Dean said.
"Faster, faster baby!" Ginny almost screamed.
Dean felt how tight it was down there, and nearly blacked out with pleasure himself, and then she took his face, "Dean make love to me please. Go faster, harder, and deeper into me. Fuck me harder." Ginny moaned.
She soon got her answer. With a strangled cry, Dean suddenly flipped her over onto her back and pulled her legs into the air. In this position, he could really start giving it to her. Ginny laid back and let the handsome Quidditch player try and fuck her into unconsciousness. She orgasmed once, twice… hell, she lost count of the number of times she came. Her body was dripping with sweat and her mouth was bone dry but Dean continued to pound her grateful pussy with his massive dick. Her nails dug into his arse cheeks as she urged him to fuck her even harder. The haste with which his backside was moving made it look like they were in a film that was being played at the wrong speed.
"Ah Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's soooo good, don't stop!" Ginny screamed.
Her face twisted in pleasure and she knitted her fists around the sheet. Dean kept pounding her into the bed, feeling himself nearing orgasm.
"Oh Dean! Keep Going! Keep Going! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ginny moaned.
"Oh Ginny! Ginny! I'm almost there!" he groaned loudly.
"So close, so close, make me cum Dean! Ah! ah!"
"I'm… oh, fuck, I'm going to cum!" Dean suddenly gasped.
"Do it!" she ordered. "Cum in me! Shoot your whole fucking load deep inside me! Knock me up Dean! Impregnate me with your cum!"
"I'm… I'm… aaaarhag!" Dean wailed as he slammed his dick deep into her one last time. He looked positively pained with his mouth open and his eyes closed. Ginny desperately ran her hands over his sticky body as she imagined all the creamy cum he was pumping into her.
"Oh boy!" Ginny gasped smiling through the cum. But it wasn't over yet, she felt Dean's cock in her pussy speeding up, it was almost touching her womb, spending ripples of pleasure through her once more. His thrusts became erratic and then he gave one almighty push touching her womb.
Ginny screamed once more as she felt the cum speed out of his cock like a bullet and coated her inside. He kept cumming till her hole was so full she could almost see a bulge. He stopped and stayed there for a moment gasping.
Hearing her yell out his name like that pushed Dean over the edge and he slammed a few more thrusts into her, deeper and harder than before, releasing himself deep inside her. He collapsed next to her, both of them breathing hard.
"I'm… oh, fuck… I'm done," he managed to slur after some time.
"I think," she said, cupping his ass in her hand, urging him to resume his thrusts, "that was really fucking hot."
"You would," he said, complying with alacrity. "I'd rather not be beaten up by your brother and his best friend, thanks."
Ginny laughed and pushed him away, missing his cock inside her the moment he withdrew. She urged him to lie on his side, then rolled him over so she could slide back on top of him.
"I told you," she said, easing him back inside her, slowly enough that he groaned softly, "do not mention Ron while I'm trying to fuck you."
"So tight." Dean whispered slowly but everyone could hear what he was saying as he pushed his cock in. First his head pushed in her pussy opening to accommodate the large cock. Before slowly almost like a torture his shaft went it. After the first quarter was in, he took it out, jacked it a bit before pushing it in again. He took it out again slapping her clit before pushing the first two inches back in.
Ginny was thrumming around the cock, taking it out after every few moments to scream and muttered obscenities.
"Yes like that! fuck me Dean! mmmm ruin me! Oh yes push it in, push it deeper baby, fuck me like no one else had fucked me before!"
With every inch Dean would push in, she would get closer to orgasm. When he finally bottomed out Ginny howled like a banshee her eyes rolling into her sockets as her body squirmed. It was one of the best orgasms she had as Dean laid down. With her legs spread, she was lowered down till she was once again impaled on his large black cock.
"YES!" Ginny screamed and started bouncing, as they moved in unison with Dean's cock inside her pussy. She was stuffed full and she loved it.
She moaned and yelled around the cock as best she could, her movements exaggerated to give the crowd a show, her hips coming down on the black cock like a piston and the cock moved in and out of her tight ass at the speed of lightning.
Amidst this all the room rang with her orgasmic screams and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, and splashing sound of her spit and cunt juice.
Finally, Dean spurted his first shot landing right in her mouth then it was like a chain reaction had set off. She didn't remember which shot was coming from where as her stomach, her tits and her face got covered in cum again and again.
She wiped her eyes but only to see him still jacking furiously. Dean wasn't done. He stopped, picking her up and impaled her on his cock. Ginny gasped bracing herself on his shoulder to stop her from falling. His hands were below her arse cheeks furiously jumping her up and down on his thick rod.
While fucking her tight cunt, he slowly made his way over to the bed where Ginny could already feel him touching her ass and her thighs. People she couldn't even see. It excited her like nothing else.
Dean kneeled down, laying her on the hard floor. Half of her back was dangling down while Dean pistoned in and out of her pussy.
"YES." Ginny screamed feeling like there were dozens of cocks touching her body. "CUM IN ME! COVER MY PUSSY IN YOUR THICK CUM!"
Ginny screamed once again, her body convulsing as her strongest orgasm of the night wrecked through her body.
"Oh boy!" Ginny gasped smiling through the cum. But it wasn't over yet, she felt the cock in her cunt speeding up, it was almost touching her womb, spending ripples of pleasure through her once more. His thrusts became erratic and then he gave one almighty push touching her womb.
Ginny screamed once more as she felt the cum speed out of Dean's cock like a bullet and coated her inside. He kept cumming till her hole was so full she could almost see a bulge. He stopped and stayed there for a moment gasping.
When he stood up, his cock came out with a plop and cum trailed out of her hole. Smiling Ginny stood up with cum dripping from inside her pussy.
Ginny went near Dean who was panting slightly and grabbed his limp dick. "Come to my room tonight, Let's have a private session."
His dick gave a little twitch as he nodded.
Harry and Susan were reading when they see Dean kissing Ginny deep on the mouth. watching them walk down the stairs of the boy's dorm Harry arched his eyebrow.
"do i need to change the linen on my bed?" Harry asked.
"not that we know of, why would you need to?" Hermione asked.
"Because they were in the wrong bed having sex." Susan said.
"Are they dating?" Ron asked.
"yes we are, I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of my relationship problems Ron." Ginny said.
"So, you broke up with McManus just to get into Dean's pants?!" Ron shouted.
"Ron do you want to keep dating my baby sister?" Harry asked.
"For Godrics sake, Mike and i are taking a break from each other after burying our child after you killed it!!!" Ginny shouted to where Harry's wand was in Ron's throat.