AN- I've been doing a few smaller stories with AU's and such for the Hinny-verse, this one though was a request from J. Jamie Dupane for something with excessive Blow Jobs. A story of Hinny's intimate moments getting racier experience wise and location. Decided to have it basically based on Head Canon starting right after the Battle.
Hope I managed to do it justice J. Jamie Dupane. Just for you, this is essentially plot-less smut.
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Cunning Linguists
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Ginny had found Harry in his old dorm room bed after the battle, it had been where she herself had grown accustomed to sleeping during her sixth year until her parents had pulled her out. Thankfully the boys in the dorm didn't say anything about it, it was only Neville and Seamus that were left in there as Ron was with Harry and Dean was in hiding. She imagined the two Gryffindor seventh year boys thought that they were protecting her from some of the horrors of their school experience by letting her stay, acting as her protectors or something.
There hadn't been a moments hesitation for her when she saw Harry laying there, she simply climbed into the small bed to curl up beside him, and when they woke the next morning there was only a look exchanged between them that told each other that they would pick up right where they left off before Dumbledore's funeral. Their first kiss after nearly a year apart should have been magical, but it had been more about assurance and ended too soon due to his wincing and gasping at the realized pains from his injuries.
He had taken a real beating during the Battle and hadn't been looked over by anyone before he'd gone to bed. He'd also not had a proper meal in ages, that coupled with his injuries had left him in a fairly rough state.
Ginny was there when Madame Pomphrey released him, Ginny herself hadn't sustained much in the way of injuries, sleep had been the only cure she'd needed. Sleep and knowing that she and Harry were back together.
But she needed him then more than anything else. The twenty-four hours he'd been sequestered away for recovery had been a nightmare for her, emotionally. There was so much clean up, funeral organizing, and politics going on. She'd had to be the strong one, the shoulder for several people to lean on, and all she wanted to do was hide away and have someone tell her that it was going to be okay. She wanted Harry, and she didn't want to have to share him with anyone else for a while.
Harry took her hand when they walked out of the Hospital Wing, letting her guide him to where ever they were going. So much of the castle had been damaged, and he must have assumed she was simply taking him on a different path.
"Ginny?" he asked as they headed down their fourth corridor, seemingly with no end destination in mind.
"I can't, I just. I need a break from my family right now," she told him. Fred was dead and the Weasley's were taking it really hard. "I don't need more people giving condolences or telling me I was brave. I just need," she came to a stop and turned to face him, licking her lips and biting her lower one as she took in the sight of him before her. His hair that was permanently disheveled and in need of a proper haircut, his gorgeous green eyes behind his dirty glasses held the same care for her that she'd been picturing in her dreams, the line of his jaw that was more prominent now that he'd been undernourished for months on end. She needed him, and the longer she looked at him the more her blood rushing through her veins told her she didn't just want him to be holding her hand.
"Kiss me," she pleaded.
He didn't hesitate. Harry pulled her against him and this time when their lips met they could both feel how right it was. As their kiss deepened Ginny felt the stirring inside her that she'd kept at bay for so long starting to bubble up. Harry's hands that were roaming all over her were simply spurring her on.
The section of the castle that she'd aimlessly directed them to wasn't close to any of the restoration locations nor any of the House Common Rooms, they were simply surrounded by empty rooms. She nudged him to move back towards the closest door, neither of them showing any inclination of wanting to break the kiss.
A cursory glance at the room they found themselves in showed that it was simply a small study room and an empty one at that.
The passion behind their snogging was escalating between them and Ginny was growing desperate for him to touch more of her. He had to know that she was his to do with as he pleased. Removing her hands from where they had tangled in his hair she pulled at the bottom of her shirt, yanking it over her head and moving to do the same with his. But his hands stopped her.
She had a moment of panic and her eyes locked on his. Her chest was heaving from their activity, and she watched as his eyes were drawn to her bra covered cleavage with plenty of appreciation.
"Do you not want?" she started. "Is it too soon?" she worried.
"No," he assured her. "No. I want to be with you Ginny. So badly. I've dreamed of seeing you like this." To prove he meant it he rocked his hips forward slightly and Ginny could feel his hardness against her. Her responding sigh of pleasure making it twitch and cause her core to clench in response.
"I'm just," he gave a swallow. "Shy, I guess?" His cheeks flooded with a healthy amount of color.
Her brow knit together in concern for his admission of lacking self-confidence with his body. She didn't care if she could count all of his ribs or if he was dangerously scrawny just then. But if he did, and wanted to wait until he was comfortable, then she wouldn't ask him to remove any of his clothes.
That didn't mean that she couldn't though, and she hoped that if he saw her willing to bare it all for him, then maybe he would be able to follow suit sooner, rather than later.
Her fingers went to her trouser button. "Do you want me to stop though?" she asked with a deep voice, willing herself to continue acting on her desires and instincts.
His eyes went wide and dark, following her hand movements as she bravely pulled down the zipper and slowly moved her hips side to side as she let the trousers slide down her legs.
"Do you want to touch me, Harry?" she asked, begging with her whole being that he did.
His hand came to rest on her hip, right over where her knickers sat, "you're sure?"
"Yes please," she said in a breath, pulling his mouth back to hers. "I want you to do whatever you want to me," Ginny told him between kisses. "I'm completely yours and I want you to touch me," she pulled her head back and made sure that his eyes were completely focused on hers, "everywhere."
He crushed his mouth back on hers then, both his hands wandering all over her exposed skin as though they were afraid they were going to miss out on the opportunity if they didn't take it immediately.
His lips traced down her neck to just above her breasts. "Ginny?" he paused.
In response she simply unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Harry gave out a groan and his lips were on her breasts immediately, going back and forth between the two of them as she hummed with pleasure from the work his lips and tongue were doing on her skin.
"Let me transfigure something," she managed between her panting. Standing up while he did this to her had her too lightheaded.
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back, not letting his hands leave her body while she went to her trousers and pulled out her wand, waving it at the chair nearest them and managing to focus enough to turn the chair and the one next to it into long cushions.
"I need to know when you want me to stop," Harry told her.
"The only one of us doing the stopping here, Harry, is you," she told him as she lay down, fish hooking her fingers in the only material left on her body. "I don't want you to stop at all," she told him as she pulled the knickers down her legs.
Laying back for him she tried to assume some kind of position that would be alluring enough to make him pounce.
Instead of pouncing though he simply stood over her, his hardness visible even through his baggy jeans. He seemed to be raking his eyes over all of her, memorizing every inch of skin that she was now showing him, right down to the ginger curls between her legs. Once he got there, she boldly spread her knees apart, just a little.
Harry let out a heavy puff of air. He lowered himself to his knees, resting one of each of them on either side of her legs. His hands started at her mid thighs, running upwards along her sides to her breasts, then grazing down her stomach, his thumbs tracing the outline of her triangle of hair and making her move her legs apart even more, rocking her pelvis forward in invitation.
"Please," she begged again.
He came to lean over her, his mouth starting at the valley between her breasts. "I might be terrible at this," he warned her, his voice deeper and more lust filled than she'd ever heard it before.
"I don't fucking care," she cried out in a whisper. "Just please, dear Merlin, please touch me."
He shifted down her body quickly then, leaving a hot trail of kisses down her stomach and spreading her legs further so he could settle down between them, kissing along the inside of her spread thighs. "I'm not sure," he started, sounding conflicted.
"I don't give a shit," she told him forcefully. "I swear, if you don't touch me now I'll do it myself." She didn't think she'd ever been this wet and wanton before.
"That's not much of a threat, babe," he told her cockily.
Ginny came up onto her elbows, looking down at him and about to give him what-for when he finally moved his mouth over her and her head fell back at the wonderful sensation. "Fuck yes!" she cried out.
Harry's mouth was on her, his hands were still trailing up and down her sides, cupping her breasts. His tongue was diving in and out of her. It was all she wanted. "Higher," she pleaded breathlessly, rolling back on her bum to try and get that tongue of his on her clit.
"Show me," he demanded, taking her hand himself and moving it between her legs.
All sense of modesty was completely out the window for her in her state of desperation. "Here," she slipped her two fingers on either side of her clit, "I want your tongue there."
She moved her hand away and he immediately complied with her request, licking it like it was a peanut butter covered spoon until she was crying out his name as her orgasm tore through her. "Oh, yes," she groaned through gritted teeth, still feeling slightly worked up and ready for another go. "Do that two more time's and I might be less inclined to rip your clothes off right now."
"Holy fuck," was all Harry could reply.
She knew she sounded like a wanton little whore right then, but she'd been suppressing her natural urges for months and they were all catching up to her. It was easily amplified tenfold by Harry being there and an active participant.
"I want to touch you," she came back up on her elbows, still not bothered that she was completely naked while he was fully clothed. "You can stay dressed, just let me use my hand on you?"
"Yes," he climbed back up her body, his mouth latching on to hers as they both tried to get his jeans open enough for her hand to fit through.
Ginny could taste herself on his lips and his enthusiasm was getting her all hot and bothered again.
Finally, she fit her hand under his boxers and managed to grip him. "I might be crap at this," she told him teasingly, then focused entirely on what was currently in her hand. "Oh, it's so hard and warm," her insides clenched again, thinking about what it would feel like to have his length making a home inside her.
Harry let out a string of expletives as he fell to the cushions beside her. "Oh, fuck, Ginny, yes," he thrust into her hand. "Yeah, just like that. Little firmer."
She was glad for the assurances and guidance he was giving her, they hadn't gotten this far before, and she'd never done this with her other boyfriends either, she'd simply fantasized about wanking Harry off several times. It hadn't been nearly as hot as it was in real life though. She pushed to get him to lay back and fastened her mouth at the dip in his neck, sucking and licking as she pleased, hoping it might encourage him to let her make the same movements where her hand currently was.
"Yes!" he cried out after not too long, shooting off and his whole body lurching forward beneath her. "Ginny! Yes."
She kept stroking him, slowing down as he began to soften in her hand.
Blindly he reached down into his jean pocket, lifting his hip a bit to pull his wand out and clean up the mess he'd made. Ginny pulled her hand out, feeling empowered for having been able to do that to him.
His eyes stayed closed as he enjoyed the aftermath of his orgasm and Ginny snuggled up against him, the two of them drifting off for a lovely post-coital nap.
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Harry was back living at the Burrow, and he was simply feeling so amazingly grateful for the entire Weasley family for taking him in to the only place that had ever felt like home to him outside of Hogwarts.
It had been a crazy three days since he'd left the Hospital Wing and there had been a few times that he wished he had an excuse to go back there to hide out from the reality of the world around him now. It was much better than it had been while he was on the run and Death Eaters were terrorizing the world, but it was the people that were now missing from his life and the press wanting to get his opinion on things he had no opinion on that were causing him grief.
Ginny was great at calming him down though.
Since their proper 'reunion' back at the school they hadn't had many opportunities to be alone with each other, and certainly not alone with as much privacy as they'd been afforded in that study room.
He still couldn't believe how willing and eager she'd been. He'd seen her naked, had his mouth on the most intimate parts of her, and she'd wanted to do the same to him. The things she was saying too, it had spurred on this animal inside him that was desperate to take control.
But he'd been too sickly. Even now, there was no way he'd be comfortable enough to go into the pond in a pair of swim trunks, he certainly wasn't confident enough to be completely naked before her.
She though.
He'd imagined what she would look like under her kit and was happy that his imagination hadn't run wild with him while it was his primary source of entertainment. Because the naked Ginny he'd imagined and the naked Ginny he'd seen for real were pretty much the same girl.
Woman.
Ginny was a woman. She was sixteen, turning seventeen in just a few months, and she had a woman's body on her.
There had been less freckles than he'd pictured, and her nipples were lighter than he'd thought they would be, but overall she looked exactly how he had fantasized.
And now he entirely understood why it was she had been desperate for that break from real life, even just for the hour or two they'd managed. It had been a lot. There were funerals every day that they had been expected at, he was godfather to a baby he'd never met that was now orphaned, and George was acting erratically, Harry and Ginny were trying to help with that. Hermione kept going on about how she needed to go and find her parents in Australia and reverse her memory charm on them. Ron and she were dancing around each other, neither of them quite sure how to progress with their relationship and turning to him to discuss it.
All Harry wanted to do was tune it all out and be with his own girlfriend. Having her beside him and their holding each others hands through it all had been a comfort, but not on the same level as he'd felt he needed.
The house had settled down for the night, but his brain wouldn't shut off. Tomorrow was more funerals and having to dodge more reporters. He still had to talk to McGonagall about his education and get to Gringotts and find some way to apologize to the Goblins for what they'd done.
On and on his list went, and it kept getting longer.
A noise on the landing outside his door had him sitting upright in his bed. He'd been moved into Percy's old room again, Percy was living back at the Burrow, but staying in Fred's bed to be with George. Ron had his room to himself and slept like the dead, and the toilet was the floor below him, so if someone was at his door then…
The handle turned and he tried not to get his hopes up too high as the door quietly swung inward, showing Ginny creeping into his room in a nightgown that was appreciatively short.
She caught his eyes glinting in the darkness, the starlit sky giving just enough light that he could make out the way she tilted her head at the door and he knew she was asking that he silence the room.
Hermione was a very light sleeper, that had been the reason she hadn't made it to his room before now. Ginny hadn't wanted their friend to come to any kind of conclusions.
Harry cast the privacy spells and Ginny wasted no time climbing into his bed and pushing him back against the mattress.
"Finally," she sighed against his lips.
"How'd you get away?" he asked, kissing her back just as eagerly.
"No judgement?" she prefaced.
Harry chuckled, she had learned a lot from the twins over the years, and was well more mischievous than most gave her credit for. "Tell me."
"Spiked her evening tea," she admitted. "It took an hour to kick in, but she'll be out until morning."
"You know, she'll probably have cottoned on to that when she wakes."
Ginny shrugged, "I'll just tell her I was sure it would do her a world of good." She gave him a mockingly concerned expression, "I only have her best interest in mind."
"Yes, I'm sure she won't for a moment think it was so you could sneak into your boyfriends' room."
"Mister Potter," she said coyly, running her fingers tantalizingly down his arm, "I'm not sure what you mean." She leaned towards him and kissed up his jaw to his ear, "I'm here for entirely innocent reasons." She finished that statement with a light lick to his lobe.
Harry groaned, his eyes closing. She wasn't this provocative when they went out before, but he was absolutely all for it, and willing to give back as good as he got.
Except.
"Ginny," he said seriously, "I'm still not quite… comfortable with myself," he admitted. He wanted to be upfront with her. "Are you okay with that?"
"Of course," she told him kindly. "I know I haven't said it yet, but I love you, Harry. I don't mind waiting until you feel comfortable, and I hope you don't mind how rather… forward I've been," she punctuated that with a slight roll of her hips.
"No, I love it," he told her immediately and breathlessly, "and I love you." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "thinking of you was one of the only things that got me through while we were on the run."
"Any of that 'thinking of me' involve," she bit her lip and waggled her eyebrows, "thinking of me?"
"Almost exclusively," his hand ran down her side to the bottom of her nightdress, then up her silky smooth thigh to cup her bum. He didn't have to worry at all that he was being too forward as her immediate response was to hook her leg over his hip. His hand delved higher and met no further resistance.
"Ginny?" his voice cracked slightly in surprise.
"Yes?" she asked in mock innocence.
"You're. I mean," he was rather flustered, he had been the last time they were intimate too, but she'd been like a woman possessed by lust and it had been driving him on. Now though, they were in a comfortable bed and he'd been replaying their encounter over and over in his mind to distract from all the things vying for his attention. Now here she was in a short and light night dress with no knickers on.
"I just want to help you fall asleep," she purred, kissing that spot on his neck that caused his erection to twitch. "And there's something I've been hoping you'd let me do."
"What, what's that?" he asked, splaying his fingers to properly cup her bum.
"Well, you let me use my hand on you last time, but you got to use your mouth," she gave a long lick up his neck.
"Fuck," he instinctively thrust against her at that, gripping her bum harder to try and gain some control.
"I know there is a flap in those pajama bottoms," she continued huskily, "you wouldn't even have to take them off."
Gently she prodded his shoulder so he'd lay on his back, then straddled him, kissing his mouth again and twirling her hips against his erection. There was only the cloth from his own pajamas separating them as her nightgown had ridden up.
"Let me?" she whispered.
How could he turn down such an offer? She was literally the girl of his dreams asking for permission to give him a blow job!
"Yeah," he kissed her hard one more time before she began shifting down his body. She kissed his erection through the fabric, undoing the single button there. His hands came to assist her with pulling his hard-on out through the slit. He was conflicted about whether he wanted to watch what her reaction was to seeing him hard and on display for her or simply keeping his eyes closed and praying that she would follow through on her request.
His hormones demanded her look down and see what she was doing. He was greeted by the sight of her looking at his manhood with great appreciation, she caught his eye and grinned at him before her hand came forward and gripped him, pumping slowly. Then her tongue came out of that lovely mouth of hers and gave a tentative lick to the underside of his shaft.
He fell back against the pillow with a sigh. It felt wonderful. It was like the worlds best massage.
When her mouth enveloped the head he gave a loud groan, he'd never felt anything like this before. Her lips were around him and her hot wet mouth had his tip sliding in and out, as much as she could take with her hand working the rest of him over.
He kept giving her encouraging sighs of pleasure for her efforts. When her tongue started moving against the very sensitive underside of his tip he couldn't help the small thrusting movements his hips were making. It was fucking fantastic.
She wasn't taking too much of him in her mouth, and she didn't have to. Combined with her hand his entire dick was getting a good working over. He managed to open his eyes and look down at her. The sight of Ginny sucking him off was a work of art. She looked like she was enjoying herself too. In fact, he realized, her other hand was between her legs!
His head fell back against the pillows again and with his eyes closed he kept picturing what he'd just seen, imagining the movements against her clit that she was making while she took him in her mouth.
His balls were tightening, they were dancing their own happy jig as he kept thrusting in small movements more and more into her mouth, wishing that she could take him in all the way and work that fantastic tongue of hers over him even more.
"Oh yes!" he cried out as he came, savoring even more the feel of her swallowing him down, her hand still moving on him slightly while she ensured that she got every last drop that came out of him. "Holy fuck!" he said in ecstasy as he relaxed, his muscles all loosening and letting him sink into the mattress beneath him.
Ginny gently tucked him back into his pajama's, buttoning the button there, and came up to lay beside him.
She snuggled into his side and he didn't think he'd be able to move a muscle just then.
"I want to," he stated quietly, sleep now threatening to take him.
"Shh," she kissed his cheek. "Just go to sleep. You can pay me back later."
Harry smiled sleepily at that. She sure got his mind off his worries and to do lists.
When his eyes next opened it was the crack of dawn and he was spooning Ginny from behind, his morning wood happily nestled between her bum cheeks. It was certainly a lovely way to start one's morning. Unfortunately, she needed to sneak back down to her room before Hermione or her mother, or anyone else in the house really, woke up and realized she had spent the night in here with him.
First though, he thought as he mentally reached out to every part of her that was pressed against himself and loving it, she had said he could pay her back for last night 'later'. Well, now was later.
He had one of his arms around her waist, hanging just below her belly button. Slowly he let that hand move down her front, tugging gently at the fabric of her nightgown so that it would bunch up. Ginny let out a hum as the tops of his fingertips brushed against her curls. She shifted slightly, letting Harry know that she was awake enough to know what he was doing, and not doing anything to stop it.
He tugged at her leg, pulling it gently so that she would swing it back to rest over top of his and give him space enough for his hand to do some exploring. He started with her clit, giving it a little bit of pressure and circling his finger around. It caused a lovely mirror reaction she did with her hips, making her bum move against his erection. He closed his eyes at the feeling and continued touching her.
He'd taken a good long look at her the other day down there. It was amazing and confusing. Right now he was determined to map her out with touch alone. He splayed her folds open with his fingers and tracing along either side of her entrance, marveling at how smooth and pliant the skin was just there.
"That feels wonderful," she sighed.
Harry grinned, pressing a kiss into her shoulder and dipping a finger inside her, enjoying the way her chest seemed to expand as he did so. He swirled his finger around, feeling how wet and hot his finger were getting, he dipped another inside her and his cock twitched again at how tight a fit they had.
He started pumping his two fingers in and out of her slowly, she assisted with his movements by sliding her body up and down the mattress a bit to meet his hand.
He wanted his mouth on her again. He wanted his mouth on her and his fingers inside her, and he wanted her to cry out his name as she came and feel what it would be like against his fingers to do so.
She let out a whimper as he moved away from her, but it turned into a groan and eagerly spread her legs when she realized what he was doing. Quickly, he had shifted down to the other end of the bed, his mouth latched on to her, his fingers delving inside her once more, but deeper this time. They were half inside her now and wondered if she'd cry out with pleasure or pain if he pushed them in up to his knuckles.
He did it and was rewarded with a lovely groan from her.
He kept up a steady pace for as long as he could between his fingers sliding in and out of her and his tongue working her over until it was just his tongue doing all the work, his fingers staying stationary inside her.
It didn't stop her hips from twirling with enjoyment for his efforts, nor did it stop her from reaching her climax. His eyes went wide as he felt his fingers get gripped inside her tighter, then there was this continuous pulsing sensation as she soundlessly cried out her finish.
Harry was desperate to grip himself then. If that was what it felt like to feel her cum around his fingers, then he was sure it would feel a million times better around his dick. He managed to restrain himself though. He may have been horny beyond all belief now, but she had to get back to her room.
"Ginny," he whispered between kissed he was reigning down all over her body on his path to lay back down beside her. "Ginny, you've got to get back to your room before we're caught."
She let out a whimpering sound. "I know," she grumbled before turning over so they were laying facing each other on their sides. "Thank you for that," she grinned lazily at him.
"Thank you for last night," he replied. "It was incredible."
They lay there staring at each other in a dopey haze, their hands simply running up and down each other's backs with no purpose until it was getting too light outside to chance her staying any longer.
Ginny leaned forwards and kissed him soundly. "I love you," she told him again.
Harry grinned; it was like music to his ears. "I love you too."
Quietly as possible Ginny got to her feet and went to the door, Harry moving over to occupy the warm spot left by her body. As soon as she closed the door behind her his hand went down to his bottoms with a groan and he started pumping, thinking only of what it had felt like when she clenched around his fingers and the way he'd felt her pulse around them as she rode out her finish.
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Ginny knew he was in there. She knew he was in there, and she knew that he was frustrated.
She had to stay home today, but Harry had finally managed to get an appointment with the Goblins to go in and apologize for what had happened. He'd told her the whole story about the Horcrux hunt, even her early role in it with the Diary. It had been incredible what the three of them had put themselves through to save their society.
Ron and Hermione had gone with him to the bank, but they had all planned to head on to Hermione's parents house after to make sure that it was all still in order and prepared for when she tracked them down and brought them home.
Harry, instead, came directly back to the Burrow.
Her mother and she were able to tell that it had been a frustrating time for him, but he wasn't much for details, immediately excusing himself.
Ginny wasn't going to let him brood though. She told her mother she was going to go up and make sure that he was alright, and she was going to do it alone.
It had been one month since the battle, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were almost looking just as healthy as they had at Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry still wasn't removing any of his clothes when they were together though, and she'd had enough of that.
Initially she was trying to be understanding, he'd been through an ordeal and he had never been one to show any skin. She didn't even remember him going for a swim in the pond at any point since he started coming there when he was twelve.
Now he was in the bathroom, and she was going to wait for him to finish up using the facilities, but she heard him turn the shower on. The sound of the curtain's being closed was enough assurance for her that he was in there. They weren't see through curtains, so she wasn't breaking any of his rules by looking at him naked.
Opening the door she stepped in.
"Occupied," Harry called out unnecessarily.
"I'm aware of that, thanks," she deadpanned.
"Ginny, can I just… have a minute?"
"No," she moved items aside on the counter and sat down.
"Ginny!"
"Say my name one more time and I'll strip down and come in there with you," she threatened.
There was a long drawn out minute of nothing being said between the two of them, only the sounds of the water filled the small room.
"Ginny," Harry said quietly.
Her mouth dropped open. He didn't say her name like he was calling her bluff, nor did it sound like he was telling her to go away. That was an invitation, hesitantly said, but still an invitation.
This was what she'd wanted, so why she sat there in shock for longer than necessary she wasn't sure. She got down from the counter and quickly shed her clothes, pulling back the curtain and stepping into the stall at the far side from the spray of water. Harry's back was to her and there was plenty of light in the stall for her to see him properly.
She knew immediately then.
The reason he'd been hiding his body from her hadn't just been because he was undernourished and too skinny. It was because he was covered in scars. There were dark and angry scars that were recent, one's that were long and thin and clearly several years old. There were spots that seemed like he'd been burned. He wasn't completely covered, but enough that they all drew her attention at once.
"It's ugly, isn't it?" he asked quietly.
She'd felt some of the bumps under her fingers before but hadn't said anything about them. They clearly didn't hurt him. She reached out now. His shoulder blades jerked backwards slightly from the feel of her fingers on him like this, but it didn't deter her.
Picking up the bar of soap on the little ledge she stepped towards him more, reaching her hand around him to get the soap wet, then bringing it to his back and working it over him.
"Ginny," his voice sounded like he was about ready to cry, "I don't really want to talk-"
"Then don't," she told him abruptly, but gently. "I don't need to know where they all came from right now. I just want to be able to comfort you and touch you."
He turned around and she let the bar of soap slide around him and rest on his torso. He had more scars there as well, and down his arms. She rubbed the soap all over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling his eyes watching her every move carefully.
Putting the soap back down she used her hands to spread the suds around his body more, then ran her fingers down each arm simultaneously, her right hand stopping at a circular scar on his left forearm. She raised it up so she could see it closer.
"I know about this one," she whispered, bringing it to her mouth and giving it a kiss.
He stepped closer to her and brought his arm around her, so she was flush against him. "You don't mind them?"
"Of course not," she told him easily. "I love you, Harry. I don't care that you have scars on your body, so long as I can have that body to myself," she smirked suggestively.
He grinned down at her, "I thought it was my gender that was supposed to have sex on the mind all the time."
"That is simply a carefully constructed rouse that we females came up with to keep you men under our control," she teased.
"Oh, and you aren't betraying the other female's by telling me this?"
"No," she told him simply, her hand coming down between them and playing with him while he grew hard. "I do have you by the balls after all."
Harry's chuckles had his sack shaking slightly as she fondled him.
"What say I take care of you right here," she purred, nuzzling her nose into his chest, "and put you in a much better mood."
As she slunk to her knees before him he drew in a breath. She loved that how, even after a month of them exploring each other like this, he still had the same reaction every time, like it was surprise each time that she was willing and eager.
"Ginny," he whimpered.
She knew he was worried they'd get discovered by her mum.
"Shh, we only have a few minutes of hot water left," she told him, her hand already coaxing him to full length.
It really didn't bother her that he was scarred, and she did want to know the stories behind each of them, but right now she was simply enjoying the fact that he had been comfortable enough to show them. She wanted to reward him for his bravery, and this time she had full access to all of his bits.
He braced his hands against the back wall of the shower and Ginny took in all of his manhood with her eyes. There certainly weren't any scars to see around there, she was doing a thorough check of that. With her eyes at least so far. Now she just needed to check with her tongue.
Ginny raised her hand that was gripping his erection and sliding over it to bury her nose at the skin underneath. It was so soft there against his balls. Harry made a surprised choking noise when she attached her mouth to one of them, sucking it inside her mouth, then letting it pop out and doing the same with the other.
She grinned as she heard him simply repeating the first part of her name over and over again. Clearly this was something he liked.
They were short on time however. That in mind she ran her tongue along the underside of his erection and took him as far into her mouth as she could and gave a few hard sucks, gagging a little bit when he unconsciously thrust into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.
Pulling him out half-way she started working her hand over him, with each bob of her head she swirled her tongue along the underside of his head, just how she knew he liked it.
It was rather uncomfortable to be on her knees in the shower though, and she wanted to be able to get more leverage, that meant she needed both hands.
Pulling back completely she looked up at him and saw he was already looking down at her, his eyes the darkest green she'd seen and an expression of awe all over his face. She supposed they hadn't done this when it was light enough for him to see everything that was going on.
"Give me a hand here?" she asked with a grin.
He was quick to take over for her hand, her lips still covering him, her hands now gripping his hips putting less pressure on her knees. Locking her lips around his tip she simply latched on and started making the movement of drinking him down with her mouth. His muffled cry of pleasure above her and his increased hand movement the only indicators she needed to know that that was a winning move.
Soon enough she felt the warm cum shooting out of him and coating her mouth. Every time it happened it made her want to grin. She loved being able to give him this and he was always incredibly grateful for it too.
She drank him down and stood up. He didn't seem to be concerned with where her mouth had just been, because he was eager to give her a proper kiss as a thank you.
He turned off the tap and pulled back the curtain.
"It was the reporters more than the Goblins," he told her as they toweled off.
"They knew about your meeting?" she asked, her brow furrowed. She knew from Bill that there was no way that the Goblins would have leaked out when his meeting was. He may have freed one of their dragons and crashed their ceiling, but he was willing to pay for the damage and had plenty of gold in their vaults so he was still a valued customer.
"They weren't there when we arrived, just when we left."
"Oh, so someone saw you going in," she nodded. "Was there a question they had in particular that set you off?"
The reporters had all been clamoring to be the first to have the 'inside scoop', but he'd been asked all manner of different things, like what brand his pants were, and whether he thought Kingsley would make a fair Minister or Magic.
The only question that Ginny really wanted to know herself, and Harry had yet to decide, was what he saw himself doing in the next few months.
He had several options, the different departments at the Ministry were all offering him positions, but he could also go back and start his seventh year at Hogwarts. There were several students that would be repeating fifth and seventh year because they missed out. And if Harry went back then the two of them could simply spend their year playing Quidditch and just enjoying being together.
She didn't have high hopes that he'd choose to go back. She was merely going to beg that he meet up with her as often as he could.
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The four of them looked around the entrance way in surprise. It didn't look anything like it had the last time they were there.
Harry had asked Kreacher to take care of the place and keep it up, but he hadn't expected the Elf to listen, nor to be capable of doing such a thorough cleaning job. Even the carpet and the walls were now spotless and brighter. Mrs. Black's portrait was gone, as were the Elf heads.
"What?" was the only verbal reaction that came from any of them, and it was from Hermione.
Harry had been living at the Burrow for two months now, and he thought he'd done a fairly decent job of piecing his life back together. He'd met Teddy, his godson, properly and minded him for a few afternoons so Andromeda could get a break, Ginny had been with him the whole time because he didn't think he could do it by himself. He'd gotten the mess with Gringotts all sorted out and they had been surprised and pleased by his formal and financial apology. Fleur had given he, Hermione and Ron the idea for how to get the reporters off his back and they'd gone to Xenophilius Lovegood to give the full expose on what his role had been, minus a few key facts.
It got some of the pestering reporters to stop stalking and owling him.
All that was left to do was to move out of the Burrow and accept one of the jobs that was offered to him by the Ministry. Because as much as spending the next year with Ginny sounded fantastic, he felt he was too old to be going back to school.
Coming to Grimmauld Place was supposed to help with the decision on where to live, and looking around at all the improvements that Kreacher had made had Harry thinking that he could move in here. It didn't even look like the same place anymore.
CRACK
"Master is home," the Elf bowed to him.
"Kreacher," Harry started, his eyes still taking in the improvements, "this place looks fantastic."
"Kreacher is glad Master approves. He worked very hard, sir."
"It really shows," Hermione told him in awe.
The four of them took their time looking in all the rooms and seeing just how much more inhabitable the place looked. Harry went to check Sirius' room, holding tightly to Ginny's hand, while Ron and Hermione went to see about what would be needed for the kitchen.
It was remarkably tidy. The last time he'd been in there, there were things scattered all over the place, including letters and such. Now, he opened a drawer and saw that everything had been organized and put away.
Ginny stood smirking at the pin up girls that still had the permanent sticking charm holding them to the ceiling. "Think I'd look like that if only I had a motorcycle?" she asked.
"No, you'd look better," he grinned.
"Oh yeah? How about I strip down to my knickers, and you can do a side by side comparison?" she teased, climbing up to stand on the bed looking down at him and slowly pulling her shirt over her head.
"Ginny!" he chuckled, saying her name quietly. "Ron and Hermione could walk in here at any moment."
"I know," she rolled her eyes with a pout, sitting down on the bed now and picking up her shirt.
"Hold on," he tugged her shirt away. "I didn't say 'no'."
Ginny grinned at him and cocked an eyebrow, "you want to get the door? If we leave it open though, we'll hear them coming," she teased.
"Actually, if we leave it open," he pushed gently on her shoulder, "they'll hear you cumming."
Her mouth dropped open. "Mister Potter," she grinned eagerly.
They'd been getting a little more adventurous with the locations that they pleasured each other, taking any time they were alone and using it to their advantage physically. It was too few and far between that they were able to be properly intimate with each other, working out to about once a week. Not that they weren't constantly touching each other the rest of the time, just not intimately. They were constantly holding hands or had their arms around the other. Her family seemed to be comfortable seeing them like that.
That wasn't what he had in mind at that moment though.
He kissed her eagerly and his hands went to her trousers, causing her to do the familiar wiggle to get them down over her hips.
"For my birthday," he started, kissing along her stomach, "think you could get into your smallest Hogwarts uniform and come to my room?"
"Hmm, we're getting into the costumes already, are we?" she asked, not sounding like she minded the idea at all.
"Was one of my fantasies I came up with when I was in the tent. You coming to me in your uniform, and you didn't even need to take it off to get up to what we did."
Her hand cupped under his chin and she made him look up at her. "Are you asking for a shag for your birthday?"
For a moment all he could do was stare at her. They hadn't properly shagged yet, they'd just been using their hands and mouths on each other and getting very comfortable doing so. He didn't know right then if she was offering or asking.
He would probably still be at the Burrow for his birthday though, knowing that Molly wanted him there at least until Ginny and Hermione went back to school, same for Ron. But Harry didn't want to have any restrictions about volume and privacy when he and Ginny finally went to that level of intimacy.
"I want to be properly alone for that," he told her honestly. "Just you and me, and only one spell," he meant the contraceptive charm.
"I want that too," she told him. "But until we manage that," a devious look returned to her eyes, "back to work." She pushed his head down and he settled down to his knees beside the bed, simply sliding her knickers to the side and feasting on her.
It didn't take him too long; he was getting quicker at figuring out how to get her off, and he was damn proud of himself every time. He loved the flushed look that came to her cheeks, it reminded him of when she would come into the change rooms after a cold days Quidditch Practice last year, and it looked great on her.
They heard Ron and Hermione coming up the stairs right after she'd cum and they scrambled to get her dressed, both of them trying to fight back their chuckles. Her shirt was a little askew, as was her hair, but when the other two came in it was clear they'd assumed he and Ginny had only been getting up to some snogging.
Harry thought what he'd just done would have made Sirius proud.
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The time Harry went down on her in Sirius' bedroom when they had the high chance of getting caught spurned something in the both of them. It had been exciting and funny, and they'd felt like they'd just gotten away with something.
It had caused them to be a little more reckless.
Ginny had used her hand on him in the broom shed once, Harry had gone with her and Hermione to a Muggle shopping mall and while Hermione was distracted Harry fingered Ginny in a changeroom. Ginny had gotten him very riled up over a family dinner a few times, and for his birthday she'd grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and gone down on him on the dock by the pond when they could still hear and make out the shapes of everyone back up by the house.
All in all, Harry was having a fantastic time with her this summer.
The easy life he was living at the Burrow had helped him decide what to do when Ginny went back to school as well, and he had put a lot of thought into it. He'd had several very stressful years, and he needed a break. He wouldn't be coming home to Ginny everyday and that was going to be hard enough. If he decided to join up with the Auror's as he had initially wanted then it was likely he wouldn't get to see her playing Quidditch this year or make it to any of the Hogsmeade visits, and he was absolutely not passing up any chance to see her when it was available. So, he was going to spend his next year working with the Department of Magical Games and Sports. It was a low-key job that could potentially bore him to tears, but it would ease him into the Ministry and he'd be home by five every night and free on the weekends, unless there was a game he was given tickets for.
Next year, once Ginny decided what she might like to do, then perhaps he'd sign up for Auror training. But for now, he was going to take it easy.
Ron had been understanding, he had joined up for the Auror's though. Right now he and Hermione were in Australia, the Australian Ministry having assisted Hermione with tracking down her parents.
The two of them had apologized profusely to Ginny because they wouldn't be there for her seventeenth birthday, but there wasn't any big party that they were going to be missing, instead Harry had talked to Arthur and Molly and gotten their permission to take Ginny out in the Muggle world, which included an overnight in a hotel room.
He may as well have simply told them straight forward what his intentions were with their youngest child and only daughter for that night. They saw his request for what it was, the opportunity to be properly alone with Ginny for the first time.
Ginny knew too, and even after all they'd been getting up to they were both still excitedly nervous about it.
August 11th was a warm clear day and Harry brought her to London center, showing her the brochure with self-guided walking tour information and she was quite keen about it. They started at London Bridge station and wove their way along the river, taking in a performance at Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, checking out the construction of the Millennium Wheel, and stopping for a bite to eat at the Spaghetti Factory before he took her to their hotel for the night.
"A hotel?" Ginny asked in surprise. "I thought we were just going to go to Grimmauld Place."
"Kreacher is there though," he pointed out. "And we agreed that we would be alone for our," he cut himself off and realized that he was talking at normal volume and there were people around.
Ginny gave him a big cheesy grin, "so you booked us a hotel room at some swanky place for the night?"
"Only the best for my girl," he kissed the back of her hand, laying it on thick. He'd booked them a stay at the Shangri-La Hotel. It was super lush, but one of the only hotels in downtown London that wasn't known for having a ghost or two wandering about. He'd put a lot of thought into this. He'd booked them on a high floor as well so they would have a good view of the city.
"I even have a midnight snack and breakfast arranged," he waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Merlin, Harry," she laughed, "you don't have to work so hard to get in my knickers you know."
"Hey, I'm not going to stop putting in an effort just because you're always eager for it."
Ginny simply blushed and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud and silently followed along side him as he dealt with reception and getting them to their room.
"Oh my God!" Ginny exclaimed when they gained access to their room. Harry had managed to get them one of the 'Iconic City View' suites. Unless a helicopter was flying by, there was no way that they would be seen or interrupted by anyone.
It was still early evening and he was getting himself incredibly worked up and nervous about what they planned to do for the evening.
"Hey," Ginny came over to him and took him by the hand, "don't look so scared."
"I'm not," he told her immediately.
Ginny didn't look convinced. "We don't have to, you know."
"What?" he asked, taken aback. "Do you not want to?"
"No, I want to," she told him honestly. "But you look like the one that needs coaxing, and I don't want to push you."
"Shouldn't that be my line?" he gave her a wry look.
Ginny took a step back from him in the direction of the bed, her hand going to the belt on her summer dress she'd chosen for the day and pulling it loose. "How about this," she started, kicking off her flats. "I'm just going to be over here slowly getting undressed and then if you decide to join me you can feel free to do so."
This was one of the things that he so loved about her. She was balls out confident. How it had taken him so long to notice her when they were in school he couldn't fathom. He licked his lips as she pulled the zip down on her dress and let it fall slowly to the floor, giving him plenty of opportunity to get an eyeful of the lacy bra and knickers she was sporting.
She was getting straight to business.
"Birthday gift?" he asked taking in the obvious high quality of the two items.
"Can't say my sister-in-law doesn't have taste," Ginny grinned. "You want to take them off me?" she offered.
She moved back onto the king-sized bed, resting back completely against the duvet and letting out a sexy sigh. She was putting on a little show for him, he realized, her hands came to her shoulders, slinking down her bra straps slowly and cupping her breasts firmly, tweaking her nipples through the fabric just a bit, then moving down her stomach as she arched her back more the closer she got to her knickers.
Harry was mesmerized by the sight of it. His very own wanton little ginger was laying before him and touching herself, with an open invitation from him to join in at any moment, or to sit back and simply watch.
But it was her birthday, he didn't want her working any harder than necessary to get her pleasure.
As her hands made it to her knickers she ran them over top of the silky material a few times, right over where her clit was, before bringing them back up and dipping a hand inside them as the other moved back up to her breast.
Quickly as possible Harry shed his clothes. All of his clothes. She'd succeeded in getting him as hard as a rock, and he was determined to get her to find their first time properly making love as enjoyable an experience as possible. He'd prepped for this and knew that if he used his mouth and fingers on her first and got her to cum that way, then she'd have a more enjoyable time when they were joined finally.
And he knew that there was a very good chance that he wouldn't get her off when they had sex for the first time either.
With her hand under her knickers he hooked his fingers on either side of her hips and pulled the silky material down her legs. He pulled her hand away and caught her eye before he lowered himself for his mouth to line up with her.
She grasped his chin. "Oh no you don't," she warned, flipping him over and straddling him.
It was the first time that there hadn't been any scraps of fabric between the two of them and she'd maneuvered herself so that her spread legs were at either side of his hips and her hot and moist center was pressed right against the underside of his erection.
"Oh," his eyes rolled back slightly from the contact, "Ginny. I need to," he swallowed. "I want it to be good for you."
"It will be," she assured him, looking down at him, her eyes less determined and lust filled and more full of the love and determination her tone was conveying. "We have all night, Harry. I promise that we'll have more than one shot at this."
"But there's only one 'first time'," he tried to explain. "I know I'm probably not going to last, but I would hope that I'd be able to at least make it more comfortable for you by, you know, getting you there first."
Ginny came forward and gave him a grateful kiss, "and I love you for that. But if you're concerned you won't last, then maybe I should take the edge off of you."
She started kissing her way down his body and he was going to protest, at least weakly, but her hand came up between his legs and she started massaging his balls, then he didn't have any ability to talk. Ginny had gotten very familiar with what he likes and knew what would shut his brain off.
"Wait," he managed, "same time."
"Same time?" she asked confused.
"Yeah, same time. Get your arse over here," if she could be bold, then so could he and the thought of giving her a good tonguing while she had him in her mouth was turning him on even more than her little show had.
Ginny didn't need to be asked twice, she turned around on the bed and straddled his face. They required a bit of maneuvering to correct for the height differences between their torso's, but they got it figured out and soon enough she was sucking him off and he had his mouth buried between her folds.
It took some work to get his brain to allow him to enjoy the pleasure she was giving him and keep up his tongue movements at the same time, but once they'd established a rhythm they were gold. She was eagerly working her lips and hand over him as much as he was wagging his tongue firmly over her clit, his arms wrapped around her legs and brushing against her entrance.
From this angle as well he could see just how wet she was from the activity. He could watch her swelling with pleasure before his eyes, it was like it was calling for him to be inside her and making sure he would be as accommodated as possible inside the tight and wet space provided.
Seeing that caused his brain to picture his dick sliding in there, slowly at first, then ramping up his movements until it was just a blur of him pounding into her.
His orgasm ripped through him and he didn't stop his tongue for a moment, instead he increased the pressure against her and heard her whimpering with pleasure as she sucked down his load.
"Fuck!" Ginny cried out once she'd cleaned him off good and proper and pulled her head away. "Gods that feels so fucking good."
He tried to fight off the wave of tiredness that threatened to overtake him and slowed his tongue down, but was determined to get her there. His fatigue went away pretty damn fast when Ginny started to use her hand on him again, coaxing him to stay hard, and it was working.
"Looks like someone's ready for another round," she stated, twirling her hips over him.
And he was.
Harry gripped her hips and pushed them away from him, she understood immediately and fell back against the pillows, allowing him the space to flip over and climb up her body so he could settle between her legs.
The head of his penis found her hot entrance easily and Harry paused there. "Yeah?" he asked, looking deep into her eyes for any sign of hesitation. He knew he wouldn't find any, she would have been game for it the day after the battle. All the waiting had been due to him. He'd enjoyed all of the groundwork they'd laid getting to this point, but he wanted to be as comfortable as possible with her, and their relationship to be about more than just sex right from the point of them getting back together.
Sure, they'd still had a form of sex repeatedly since just after the battle, but this was that last milestone.
"Yes," she told him, softly and firmly.
Harry gripped her under one of her thighs and eased himself forward slowly. He had to bury his head in the pillow at the side of her neck at the sensation.
It felt like when she'd gotten her lips really wet and slowly eased them down the tip of his head, but a million times better because these lips could continue down his shaft, and he was slowly allowing them the opportunity to do that. The inside of her felt warmer than her mouth had and the way that it gripped around all of him was incredible. He'd certainly done his job in making sure she was properly wet for him, even if she hadn't had an orgasm yet.
He let out an enormous groan at the sensations caused by him starting to slide in an out of her, he wasn't fully buried inside her, but it still felt amazing. Ginny too was taking in deeply pleasured breaths and his own pleasure was enhanced knowing that she was enjoying this too. With each thrust forward he went deeper inside her until there was a small amount of resistance.
In the back of his head he'd been prepared for this and knew that he had to simply keep moving forward and push through it. Stealing himself for a moment he pulled back slightly and simply bared forward, surprised when he essentially slipped and found himself completely buried inside her. There was a sharp inhale of breath from Ginny, and he felt her breathing through the pain. He couldn't stop himself from continuing to slide in and out of her, the most he could manage to control was the pace of the movements which were slow, but very thorough.
It wasn't long before he felt Ginny's body relax and she began moving with him.
Now he was extra glad that she'd decided he was the one that needed to get off before they made love because there was no way that he wouldn't have exploded inside her by now had she not, he probably wouldn't have even made it past her hymen.
His speed started increasing, as did Ginny's responding hip thrusts and sounds of appreciation. His eyes rolled back in his head further when there was this fluttering sensation that kept gripping him tighter inside her. She was cumming, he realized. He had gotten her to cum on their first try, and it felt amazing.
Her back was arching and he came up onto his elbows, his body now desperate to get its own relief while she was gripping him this hard. His movements were even smoother now with how wet she was. As she finished riding out her orgasm he was quickly approaching his own and his thrusts were much more determined.
His second orgasm shot through his body even harder than his first. "Jesus, fuck. Yes," he cried out as he spilled himself inside her, lurching forward in jerking movements as it just didn't seem to want to end.
Harry collapsed on top of her, his body still reeling from just how different it felt to have orgasmed inside her like that, rather than her mouth or hand.
"That was amazing," she panted.
"Yeah," he agreed, slowly pulling himself back so he would slide out of her and then rolling to lay beside her. "That was. Good job," he muttered.
"Good job?" she started laughing.
Harry too started chuckling. "I've no idea if I was saying that to you or me," he admitted.
"I'll take it," she giggled and held up her hand for a high-five. "Good job, Harry. We're not just cunning linguists anymore."
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AN- Yep, I'm ending it there. Not much plot in that story, pretty much just smut. But that's what the prompt was asking for.
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