TW: Explicit sexual content. This one's definitely NSFW, so if that's not your thing you might want to skip the second half of this chapter.
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Ginny had a plan. And she figured she might as well have been in Slytherin for the level of secret plotting she had been doing for it.
The goal: get Gregory Goyle by himself and finally FINALLY get to do what she knew they both were desperate to do.
Phase one of her plan had been to flirt with him whenever and as much as she could. Show him how much she really wanted this. Seduce him, make him go practically crazy for her. The fact that she had driven herself half mad by doing so was a side effect she was willing to endure.
But now that they had established that they were both consenting adults who very much wanted each other, it was time for phase two of her genius plan: baking!
Ginny knew that Greg loved baking so much, because it relaxed him and made him feel in control, which was the kind of mood she needed him to be in. And judging by the amount of recipes he had marked in her mother's old baking magazines he was missing his favourite hobby more than he was willing to admit.
"Mum?" Ginny asked while they were sat together at lunch, nervously dipping a piece of bread in her stew. "Do you think Greg and I could use the kitchen this afternoon?"
That got her a number of curious looks from around the table, especially from Greg, whose confused and equally intrigued expression was adorable and made her want to kiss him.
"Oh, I don't know, Ginny." Molly said, looking a bit unsure. "I'm afraid I'm a bit behind with all the Christmas preparations this year, and now that…well, I was hoping to bake some more mince pies today. And I haven't iced the Christmas cake yet."
Ginny offered her mother a warm smile. She knew that now that George was coming, Molly was desperate to have everything be as festive and quite frankly perfect as it could be.
"That's why I thought we could help." She offered innocently. "Greg's really good at baking, mum. The house-elves at Hogwarts taught him loads. And if we make the mince pies that would free your afternoon to get some other bits done."
She was thinking about the giant Christmas tree that had been patiently sitting in the barn for weeks and had yet to be put up. She knew that her mother didn't have the heart to put it up before, but surely now that George was coming they needed a tree.
Molly seemed to share that sentiment, because after a couple more back and forths she finally conceded and agreed to hand the kitchen over to her and Greg this afternoon.
Perfect! Phase two had begun! Now if she played her cards right she might even be able to get to phase three today! Surely, after a long afternoon of baking in a stifling hot kitchen, Greg wouldn't be opposed to a little bit of fresh air, right? A nice evening walk. Just the two of them alone under the starry sky.
After all, the idea was to get him alone. And Ginny knew just the place for it.
Up on the hill behind the Burrow, on a steep slope surrounded by raggedy stone walls and empty fields was a very old, abandoned stone barn. Ginny used to play up there and pretend that the barn was her castle, and that she was a princess who was waiting for her brave prince to come and rescue her. It was also the place that Charlie used to take boys to while he was still figuring out his sexuality. Which was what had given her the idea for her plan. She would never forget the day that she had gone to her secret castle to play, just to find her older brother pressed up against the stone wall by a burly looking teenager, their trousers bunched up loosely around their ankles, and making the strangest noises.
Ginny had been too young back then to understand what exactly she had witnessed, and she had never told Charlie about what she'd seen, but years later, when he had finally come out to his family, she just smiled and hugged him and told him that she already knew.
So that particular part of her plan had originally been Charlie's idea. But now it was her turn to put it into practice.
Granted, the place was about as far away from an actual castle as it could be, but with a couple of blankets and a few warming and cushioning charms it would be cosy enough for them to sit and cuddle and…well…wherever that would lead.
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"Merlin, I missed baking!" Greg sighed, as he gathered all the ingredients he needed for the mince pies on the kitchen counter, and Ginny's heart swelled at the childlike glee on his face.
"Yeah." she smiled fondly. "I know." Walking over to the kitchen counter, she decided on an empty spot that would be perfect for her to oversee Greg's work area, and pulled herself up, gathering her feet underneath her legs in a comfortable cross-legged position.
"Was it that obvious?" Greg asked, looking a little sheepish.
"Only to someone who knows how much you love it." Ginny reassured.
"Well," Gregory said, walking over to her and tugging at her legs, until she was perched on the edge of the counter top with her legs dangling to either side of his hips. "Thank you for arranging this. I know your mum doesn't give up her kitchen lightly."
"You're welcome." Ginny grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You can pay me back later."
"Oh, can I?" A smirk tilted his lips, as his large hands found her backside and pulled her flush against him, the front of his trousers pressing firmly against her core. "And how would I do that?"
His eyes glinted playfully and in that moment she just couldn't resist. She had to kiss him.
Locking their lips in a slow and sultry kiss, she closed her eyes; an avalanche of emotions - affection, admiration, anticipation, lust - coursing through her with a force that made it hard to breathe. Gods she wanted him.
"I have several things in mind." She panted when she finally pulled back, resting her forehead against his to try and get her feelings under control.
"Oh yeah?" Greg breathed.
"Yeah." she confirmed, and finally feeling able to look up at him, raised her gaze. "But first we bake. Or well, you bake and I watch."
Looking a little reluctant to let her go, Greg nodded, and resumed his gathering of ingredients, and Ginny crossed her legs again and watched him, her stomach still writhing with that deep sense of longing that she hadn't been able to shake for days.
But it didn't take long for them to fall back into old habits. Watching Greg bake was so familiar, so "them", that it came almost naturally to Ginny. As always, she sat and observed while Greg kneaded the pastry with practised hands, talking and joking around, and just enjoying being with each other.
At some point, while Greg was chopping up dried fruit to make the mince-meat filling, Ginny began to hum. At first she went through a bunch of old Celestina Warback songs, her mother's favourite, but then she branched out and lunged herself into a rather artful rendition of 'Silent Night' which was then followed by several other Muggle Christmas songs.
To be honest, she hadn't even paid much attention to what she was humming, until Greg snorted out a laugh and raised a quizzical eyebrow at her.
"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, his lips curling with amusement. "Who's been naughty?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's this muggle song that Harry and Hermione used to sing all the time." Ginny explained, waving her hand dismissively. "It's awful! Infests your head like a wrackspurt and never leaves again."
When Greg only stared at her in confusion she began:
"You know…He's making a list. Checking it twice…gonna find out who's naughty or nice."
At that Greg's eyebrows raised even higher "Ok, I'm still not any clearer on it. Who is this?"
"Santa Claus"
"Oh," He said, comprehension dawning on his face. "Yeah, I've heard of him. What a strange tradition." He shook his head and continued chopping his dried fruit.
"Dad thinks it's supposed to help discipline muggle children." Ginny elaborated "You know, remind them to be good all year or else they won't get presents for Christmas."
"Maybe." Greg hummed thoughtfully. "Still weird, though… Making up a magical entity that doesn't exist, just to keep your children in line. My parents just used stinging jinxes on me whenever I did something they didn't like."
"What?" Ginny didn't know what was worse. The thought of Greg's parents hexing their son for misbehaving, or the blasé way he had mentioned it; as if it was the most normal thing on earth. "That's horrible, Greg. I'm sorry."
Greg shot her a confused look, but then realised what she was talking about and huffed out a small laugh. "What? Are you telling me your mother never used a single hex on you?"
It was Ginny's turn to snort. "Of course not!" She shook her head violently. "Have you met the woman? She doesn't need magic to intimidate."
Greg mulled that one over for a couple of seconds, before his lips split into a toothy grin and he nodded. "That's very true."
Ginny grinned back at him, thinking about how intimidated the young wizard was by her mother, despite him being at least a head taller than her and probably knowing quite well how to defend himself considering his upbringing. It was adorable how much he wanted her to like him.
Another rush of affection coursed through her, and she quickly leant forward to steal a piece of chopped apricot and popped it into her mouth; - more to give herself something to do, a distraction, rather than because she was feeling peckish.
"Oi!" Greg exclaimed, swatting the back of her hand lightly, but Ginny only giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Unbelievable." He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You know what? You better hope this Santa person really doesn't exist, otherwise you're definitely going on the naughty list!"
Ginny grinned and shrugged, but then slid off the counter top and stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso, before pushing herself up on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear.
"Maybe that's what I want?" She suggested, her voice a low, sultry sound. "I heard being naughty is way more fun."
"Ginny…" Greg warned, but sank back into her touch nonetheless.
"And who knows…" she added, her heart thudding excitedly in her chest "maybe you could even think of an appropriate way to punish me for it?"
Greg let out a deep, lustful groan, the sound of it shooting straight to Ginny's core and causing her to press her thighs together in a needy, desperate kind of way. So he liked the idea of having his way with her? That was…surprisingly arousing.
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They had had a fun afternoon, but when the mince pies were finally ready and everything was cleaned and tidied away, Ginny was more than ready to leave the stifling hot kitchen of the Burrow behind her and get some exercise and fresh air.
Greg must have felt the same way, because he instantly jumped at the idea of going for a walk when she offered it.
She was unusually nervous while they got ready to go out, her heart thudding anxiously in her chest as they bundled up and pulled on their boots. Phase three had begun. With any luck she would finally get to have sex with him tonight.
They'd been walking for a while, engaging in light conversation and enjoying the beautiful nature around them, when Greg raised his gaze up to the sky and frowned. "Looks like it's going to rain." he said, pointing at the dark wall of clouds right above them.
"I'm sure we'll be fine." Ginny retorted, feigning ignorance. They were so close to the old barn, she wasn't about to give up now and go home to the overly crowded Burrow.
By the time the old stone building had finally come into view, the sky had turned an ominous black, and they could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
"See the old barn up there?" She asked, pointing ahead. "I used to go there to play. Come on, I'll show you."
"I think we should head back." Greg countered, shaking his head. "Unless you want to get soaked."
"We'll be fine." Ginny promised, trying for a reassuring tone. "Come on, it's not far. …Pleeease?" she looked at him with big, pleading eyes and batted her eyelashes coyly.
Greg groaned. "Not the look again." he whined, but followed her nonetheless, grumpily muttering something to himself that Ginny couldn't quite make out, but thought it sounded an awful lot like "not fair" and "gonna get soaked."
He was right, of course. Two minutes later it began to rain and Ginny gasped as the first raindrops hit her face.
"Oh no!" she laughed, throwing her arms up to protect herself from the increasingly heavy rain.
"I told you!" Greg shouted, pulling his coat up over his head to shield himself as the light rain turned into a proper downpour.
"Come on." Ginny yelled back, grabbing his hand and beginning to pull him further up the path.
They were running by the time they reached the old barn, both skidding and nearly falling into the mud, as they rushed down the small slope to the entrance. Finally inside, Ginny leaned against the cold stone wall and wiped the wet strands of hair out of her face, panting.
"Ugh," Greg groaned, looking thoroughly put out. His eyes were dark, almost angry, as he chided "You bloody stubborn witch. Why didn't we just apparate home?"
Ginny bit her lip. Right. So Greg didn't like getting wet.
Sucking in a shaky breath she locked eyes with him and swallowed. "Because I wanted to be alone with you."
The atmosphere in the old barn instantly shifted and all of a sudden the air between them felt thick like treacle as they stared at each other.
Then, with a few quick strides, Greg was right in front of her, his tall figure looming over her as he perched his hands on the wall on either side of her head.
"You planned this, didn't you?" He asked, voice low and rumbling. Ginny's heart thumped wildly, as she looked up at him, pulled her lip between her teeth and nodded. Greg swallowed, his tongue flicking out to wet his own lips. "Right." He whispered, leaning a little closer. "Now you're definitely going on the naughty list."
Excitement, hot and exhilarating, washed over Ginny as he dived down and crashed his lips onto hers, a passionate jumble of tongues and teeth that sent shivers down her spine and left her gasping for air. She raised a hand, fingers clasping the soaked fabric of his coat, and moaned needily into his mouth as she rolled her hips against him. A throaty, rumbling sound fell from Greg's lips, almost like a growl, as he pushed her further up against the wall and unzipped her coat, slowly sucking and licking his way down her neck to the wet neckline of her jumper, while his hand pushed below the several layers of clothing; the icy feel of his fingers causing her to twitch, but his grip was firm, almost possessive, and his hand soon warmed up, as he kneaded her flesh and caressed her skin, slowly travelling further up her sides until he reached the subtle curve of her left breast.
A sudden whoosh of air escaped Ginny's throat, as his thumb brushed over her pebbled nipple at the same time as he sucked the skin on her neck between his teeth and bit down; heat pulsing through her core and leaving her desperate and wanton.
There was nothing for it. She needed him. Right there and then.
Crazed with lust, she began to fumble with the buckle of his belt, her fingers clumsy and shaking, too aroused to focus properly on the task, until she felt a strong hand on her wrist stop her.
"Not like this." Greg rasped. His chest was heaving and his pupils blown, and he was clearly struggling to control himself, but he pulled away nonetheless, causing Ginny's heart to sink with disappointment.
Throat constricting with frustration and a painful sense of rejection, she watched as he glanced around the room for a moment, before walking over to a corner that was a little more sheltered from the freezing wind and pulled his coat off.
"Let me see…" he murmured, dropping the jacket onto the dusty ground, pulling his wand out and pinching his brows in concentration, as he transfigured the sodden piece of clothing into a thick, cosy blanket.
"There." he said, throwing a smug glance over his shoulder at her. "Perfect." He waved his wand another couple of times to add some extra cushioning charms, before dropping onto the pillowy fabric and casting her an encouraging smile.
"You coming, princess?"
Comprehension dawned on Ginny and the fear of having been rejected was quickly snuffed out by another wave of excitement, as she answered his smile with one of her own and nodded. Heart thrumming in her chest, she walked over to him and carefully let herself sink onto the blanket. She was shaking. Whether it was the cold, or nerves, or all that pent up desire, she didn't know. Maybe it was a combination of all three. All she knew was that her hands and knees were trembling and her head felt kind of whoozy, as she leaned into him, both for warmth and reassurance.
Greg smiled at her and raised a hand to push a wayward strand of damp hair out of her face, his eyes warm and encouraging, as he leaned in and kissed her again. This time slower and much more gentle, almost as if he was trying to comfort her…to assure her that she was safe and that he wasn't going to do anything she didn't want.
It didn't take long for her body to relax and she leaned in to deepen their kiss. They made out for a while, lips locked and hands roaming, and by the time Greg had cast a warming charm onto the blanket underneath her and had begun to peel the layers of damp clothing off her body, worshipping her skin with soft lips and gentle hands, any doubts she may have had, had been completely wiped from her mind.
She let him undress her until she was completely naked; her skin covered in goosebumps and nipples taut against the cold breeze. She decided to lie down and pressed herself further into the warm fabric below her, quietly watching him, as he took off all his clothes; all the while letting his gaze roam across her body and tracing her curves, hungrily drinking her in until his eyes were so dark and dazed with longing that it set her entire body on fire.
He stopped when he was almost naked, with only his boxer briefs left on him, and cast her a hesitant look.
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes." Ginny replied, without hesitation. Wanting was an understatement! She'd been working toward this for weeks. She needed this. Needed him.
Grabbing his hand with shaking fingers she guided it between her legs and let his fingers graze against her bare folds, showing him, rather than telling him how desperate she was. "I want this so bad."
"Fuck." Greg cursed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "You're…"
Soaked. She was absolutely dripping and she needed him to do something about it.
Unable to swallow down a needy whine, she bucked her hips lightly, causing his fingers to glide through her glistening slit and drawing several more mumbled curse words from him.
Ginny marvelled at his expression as he began to move his fingers on his own accord, letting her legs fall further apart in response. He looked so serious, lips pressed into a thin line and eyebrows drawn together, as if he was trying very hard to control himself.
"Greg…" She huffed, arching her back as he circled her entrance with careful fingers. "You don't have to hold back, I -"
"No." He cut her off, a pained expression on his face. "No. It'll be over too quick. I want to make you feel good first."
Warmth pooled in Ginny's belly, and she let out another soft moan. The implication that he wanted her so bad, he was worried he wouldn't last, was both adorable and wildly arousing at the same time, and her heart fluttered erratically at the sentiment of him wanting to take care of her first.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensation of his hand between her legs, the slow drag of his fingers as they gathered up her slick. She gasped as his thumb flicked over her clit, shooting a bolt of pleasure to her core, and her eyes flew open at the sound of a low rumbling chuckle coming from Greg's chest.
His expression had changed to something more confident, almost smug; his pupils dilated to a point where his eyes looked almost entirely black, as he repeated the motion and pulled another sharp hiss from Ginny's lips.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this." He rasped, continuing to draw tight circles around her most sensitive spot.
Ginny squirmed and her core clenched needily around empty space, yearning for more.
"Greg…please!" She whined, not really sure what she was asking for. The only thing she did know was that she needed more. - something to relieve the aching need inside her.
She got her relief in the form of a tentative finger; carefully…painfully slowly…pushing inside her, before pulling almost entirely out, just to then push back in again.
"Oh Gods!" Ginny gasped, arching her back and digging her fingers into the soft fabric of the blanket beneath her.
Encouraged by her reaction, Greg added another finger, slowly at first, but then soon picked up the pace as he pumped them into her; every now and again adding a swipe of his thumb across her swollen clit.
Ginny was writhing underneath his touch, the tension in her lower abdomen growing with every thrust of his fingers, already feeling her climax approach rapidly.
Greg groaned and Ginny watched as his free hand found his crotch, palming his length firmly through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, clearly as desperate for her as she was for him.
A lewd noise escaped her lips as she took in the needy expression on his face, the tightly wound coil within her dangerously close to snapping, when his fingers suddenly curved upwards and hit that sensitive spot on her front wall. With a high-pitched keen she finally shattered, waves and waves of white hot pleasure pulsating through her and causing her entire body to tremble and twitch.
Greg's fingers kept up their pace, guiding her through her orgasm, until it all of a sudden was too much to handle and Ginny's hand found his wrist to pull him away.
"Fuck, that was hot." He swore, and Ginny couldn't help but let out a weak giggle, before she went completely slack and let herself sink back into the softness of the transfigured blanket. Her heart was still racing; her chest heaving and breath coming out in short, hot puffs, as she tried to come down from her high. But she knew they weren't done yet, and Greg seemed to agree, because his hand was already travelling up her thigh again, and he leaned down to trace soft kisses from her belly up towards her chest, where he paused briefly to suck on her right nipple, before he continued to work his way up to her neck.
"Are you ready for another one?" he rasped, his warm breath against her skin sending a hot shiver down her spine. She nodded, and Greg smirked as he leaned back onto his knees and pushed his boxers down his legs.
Ginny's throat made a strange sound, something between shock and desperate desire, as she watched his cock jump out from its confines and bob proudly in front of her.
She had known that it was a good size; after all, she had felt it pressed against her through his trousers, hard and ready, on more than a few occasions. But to see it like this, thick and heavy and weeping at the tip, was doing things to her she had never experienced before.
Already feeling herself get wet again, she watched as his hand wrapped around his length and pumped himself a few times, a stuttering sigh falling from his lips, before he leant down and picked up his wand.
"Err…" he said, looking a little sheepish all of a sudden. "Can I..?" He gestured at the soft plane of her belly, a light blush creeping into his cheeks.
"Oh…sure." Ginny breathed, when she realised what he meant, the implication of it all making her feel awkward and yet incredibly turned on at the same time. He wanted to finish inside her.
Greg nodded and directed his wand at her lower abdomen, his expression growing serious as he murmured the incantation with furrowed brows.
A strange, prickly heat, almost like thousands of tiny flames, spread in Ginny's belly, as the effects of the contraceptive charm set in, but before she could react fully to the unfamiliar sensation, it had already stopped and Greg threw his wand onto the floor.
With a swift move he positioned himself between her legs, his hands caging her head on either side, as he dipped down and locked their lips in a sweet and sensual kiss.
Ginny hummed appreciatively and bucked her hips, sliding her swollen lips against his length and making them both moan.
With careful precision, Greg copied the motion and repeated it several times, the slow drag of his head against her clit blurring her vision.
"Please." Ginny moaned, clutching his shoulders and arching her back. Greg huffed out a strangled laugh, before he locked eyes with her and finally pushed in.
Ginny began to see stars. It was pure bliss. The feeling of his thick girth stretching her and sliding deeper and deeper until he was fully seated inside her. He paused when he bottomed out, giving her a moment to adjust to his size, before he slowly began to move his hips.
He started with a few slow and steady thrusts, but quickly picked up his pace when Ginny moaned and adjusted the angle of her hips ever so slightly to allow him to go even deeper.
"Fuck, you feel so good." Greg hissed, burrowing his face in her neck and panting into her ear. "I'm not gonna last, Gin. I need you to touch yourself. Please." he mumbled, words slurred with pleasure. "Make yourself come for me. Can you do that?"
His tone was soft, but demanding, and something about the authority in his voice set her whole body alight with lust, as she nodded obediently, slid her hand between them, and began to draw tight circles around her clit.
It didn't take long at all for her to feel herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm; the feeling of Greg's cock thrusting deep into her combined with the stimulation of her own fingers on her clit being almost too much for her to handle.
She moaned loudly, as her walls began to flutter around him, her heart thudding in her chest as if it was going to jump out any second. "Greg, I'm…"
She didn't get to finish her sentence, however, because at that point her second climax hit her with an intensity that wiped her mind completely blank and all she could hear was the noise of her blood rushing in her ears, as she let out a guttural moan and dug her fingers into his back as if he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart entirely.
Greg let out a low grunt as her core clenched down on him, and all of a sudden his thrusts became irregular, almost stuttery, and Ginny could feel a hot stickiness fill her, as he came inside her with a deep, throaty groan.
The second Greg was done, he collapsed on top of her, only barely holding himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her completely, until he finally found the strength to roll himself over and lie down next to her.
Feeling exhausted and a little overwhelmed, Ginny scooted closer and draped her arm across his belly, placing a soft kiss on his lips, before resting her head on her shoulder. Greg instantly responded by wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her flush against him, his other hand tracing soft lines up and down her forearm.
They lay like this for several minutes, allowing themselves to come down from their highs and even out their breaths, until Greg eventually broke the silence.
"I'm sorry I didn't last very long. It's been a while since I… err…"
Ginny let out an ungraceful snort and pushed herself up, so she could look at him, her heart melting a little as she saw the adorable blush on his face.
"You're kidding, right?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. "'Make yourself come for me'? Seriously?" she laughed and shook her head. "Any longer and I probably would have imploded."
At that, Greg's mouth tilted into a self-satisfied smirk. "Oh, so you like being ordered around?"
Ginny could feel her face heat and averted her gaze, a strange flutter in her chest as she shrugged. "Maybe."
"Good to know." Greg laughed, a mischievous grin on his face as he sat up and began searching for his clothes. "I think we should probably go, though." He added, shuddering visibly. "Before we catch a cold. It's bloody freezing in here."
Ginny hadn't been aware of it until he had said it, but now that her heart rate had slowed down to its normal pace and she wasn't pressed up against his warm body anymore, the damp chill in the old barn was clinging to her bare skin like icy hands.
"You're right." she said, shivering violently as she began to pull on her wet clothes. "Let's apparate home. It's too dark to walk and mum will send a whole search party for us if we miss dinner."
Greg agreed, gathering up the blanket and transfiguring it back into his jacket.
When they were both fully dressed, Ginny walked over to him and held out her hand.
"Side along?" she asked, and Greg nodded, clasping her hand with icy fingers and pulling her close. With a soft tenderness that made Ginny's stomach flutter uncontrollably, he pushed a strand of her hair out of her face, before combing his fingers through the rest of it to make it look less like she'd just been thoroughly fucked.
"That's better." he said, placing a gentle kiss on her nose and smiling softly. "Ready?"
Ginny smiled back and nodded, before he grabbed her waist and turned them on the spot, a loud crack sounding through the air, as they disappeared.