Iwik Prompt
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Covering the Basics
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Ginny looked around her flat miserably. Everything in there was just depressing; the plant by the window with the solitary flower in bloom- depressing, her yet to be cleaned cups sitting on the coffee table- depressing, even the couch, the one that she'd saved up for because it was absolutely perfect for the place- it too was depressing.
The reason it was depressing was because if she sat on it right then, she would be sitting on it alone, and she didn't want to sit on it alone.
She didn't want to be alone right now.
It had only been nine hours since Jake had broken up with her and somehow the world looked so different.
Why did she have all this stuff at her flat?
And why hadn't he put more of his stuff at her flat?
Why hadn't she found it strange that he hadn't ever left a toothbrush here, or his favorite type of bread or cereal for the mornings he woke up here? Had he even left so much as a change of pants? No shirts that she could have climbed into for pyjamas on the nights that they spent apart?
Six months they'd been going out and she didn't see a single trace of him around her flat. There was literally nothing there to remember him by, only the memories, and even those were few and far between; they'd usually gone out for a meal and then back to one of theirs for a drink before bed, then they were both off to work or the daily run around and would make plans to do a repeat later.
He'd lingered at her place that morning though, so he could end it.
Said the relationship just wasn't exciting enough for him.
They could have added more exciting things into their repertoire, she would have been fine with that; hiking, biking, ziplining, a weekend getaway, it all would have been enjoyable, he just hadn't ever mentioned anything about wanting to do more exciting things and she'd thought everything was fine.
All day she'd been going over their time together and she realized that they hadn't been all that serious, never made plans more than a few days out, she hadn't brought him home to The Burrow and he hadn't ever brought up wanting to meet her family or suggested hanging out with her friends.
And she hadn't brought it up either.
So why did she have such a sinkingly depressing feeling weighing her down right now?
Because she was alone again, that's why.
There was no noise in her flat. It was too empty, and it would stay that way until she found someone else to bring back to it to liven it up.
It was a different kind of quiet than the usual one she got, because she didn't know when there would be more noise in it; it wasn't a given anymore that Jake would be coming over at some point later this week.
She needed a friend, and she needed a drink.
Ginny mentally went through the roster of friends in her mind to see who would be perfect to hang out with when she was feeling like this; Luna was off somewhere, Neville had Hannah, and those two were nauseatingly happy, so that wouldn't work, Hermione was with her brother and would be too analytical about the whole thing, Norma would simply tell her to get over one guy by getting under another, Hestia would say the same thing as well.
Ginny thought harder, brought up some outliers to the mix of potential 'rant-worthy' friends. She looked around at some of the pictures on her wall from years passed and thought about who would be perfect. She didn't want this getting around, so no one from the team, none of her family members, or girlfriends of family members. Neighbors were out, her closest neighbor was a woman in her fifties that kept telling the same story about her deceased husband and listing off all the cats she'd ever had.
Then Ginny saw the perfect person to invite out for a drink; Harry.
Harry was in the dating world, just like she was, he was a friend, but not one she hung around with all the time, he could keep a secret and he was a guy and could give her some perspective about what the hell just happened to her this morning.
He also lived close by.
Ginny grabbed her purse off the hook by the door and her feet started carrying her the few blocks to Harry's place before she could second guessing this.
A few blocks though, so that was enough time to reconsider, but her feet weren't allowing her. If she kept moving, then she would eventually get there, if she stopped in some abandoned alley to Apparate, then she would have to concentrate on where she was going and why, and that just wasn't going to work for her emotional state right then.
Someone was leaving Harry's building as she got there and managed to grab the door just before it closed and let herself in. No time for the lift, she hurried up the stairs to his flat. She'd only been there a few times before; when he moved in, when he was forced to host a party by Ron and one time when he was sick and her mother asked her to bring him some soup.
Soon enough she was knocking on his door and caught the time showing on her watch, it was still early, early enough that he might not have had dinner yet.
There was a sound behind the door, and she knew he was looking through the peep hole at her before opening it. She held up her middle finger in front of the hole for his inspection.
"Ginny," he greeted her, clearly confused by her presence.
"Harry," she said his name in kind. "I just got dumped and my place is too quiet, want to go out for food?"
His eyebrows shot up at her confession, but he pulled his key down off the hook by the door and she saw him check for his wand before stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind him.
"What are you in the mood for?" he asked.
"Anything, I don't really have a preference. I just need a sounding board and everyone else I could think of to talk to just seemed… not right."
Harry made an exasperated sound under his breath as he walked beside her back down the hallway towards the lift doors. "Why do you women always need to talk about everything?"
Ginny made the same exasperated noise, "because you men can't ever tell us the truth so we have to talk about things in order to figure out what the hell you lot mean."
Harry pressed the button to call the lift and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and looking at her. "You were raised around guys, shouldn't you have some insight into translating man-speak all on your own?"
"I know what my brothers mean when they say stupid shit no one else can understand, but that is Weasley male translation and it usually means 'I'm hungry', when it comes to boyfriends, or, I'm sorry, ex-boyfriends, I'm at a bit of a loss."
The lift arrived and the door dinged open, the pair of them stepped in.
"What did he say?" Harry asked as he hit the button for the ground floor and the doors slid closed.
"That I'm not exciting enough."
"What?! You're a quidditch player and pretty much up for anything."
"See! That's why I'm confused! I may not be the one suggesting that we do something life threatening, but I'm fine with other people suggesting it and possibly giving it a try. Like, I dunno, bungee-jumping or some other weird Muggle pastime."
His brow furrowed as he regarded her. "This was, I want to call him Josh?"
"Jake."
"Right. Well, did Jake seem like the bungee-jumping type to you?"
"No," she shrugged.
"Outdoorsy at all?"
"No. When it was too sunny, he complained, when it was raining, he complained. He liked climate control."
"Why were you with him?" he asked in confusion.
Ginny opened her mouth to respond with some protective statement, but her words failed her.
Harry smirked at her. "Let me guess; he was there, he was nice to look at, and he had a decent job and personality."
She pouted at that summarized version of who her boyfriend had been. It was an accurate description. "Maybe I should have told him he wasn't exciting enough," she agreed. "And it isn't like his job was exciting, like mine is, so why wasn't he suggesting the exciting things for us to do then?"
They got to the bottom floor and stepped off the lift, Ginny taking Harry's lead since he knew the restaurants in the area better than she did.
"Are you sure he didn't and maybe you weren't listening properly?"
"I think I would have remembered shooting down a suggestion to spend the weekend in Paris or something," she scoffed as he held the door open for her to step out onto the street.
"I'm talking about you shooting down a suggestion a little closer to home," he told her wryly.
That stopped Ginny in her tracks. Harry didn't notice she'd stopped until he was a few steps ahead.
"Are you suggesting he thought I was boring in bed?!" That was ludicrous, it was insulting, it was … not entirely inaccurate, she realized. "But… but… I mean… sex is, well, it's sex. We always, you know, got to the end just fine," she said delicately. Her face was burning up as she admitted this.
Jake hadn't ever asked her, or even suggested that they get up to something more kinky.
Well, okay, there was that first time they were intimate and he'd asked her to do something for him, more like put on a show for him.
"But we'd only just started going out then. It was too soon! I wasn't, you know, comfortable then," she told Harry as though he was privy to the night and suggestion that she was recalling. "And he never brought it up again."
Harry looked both intrigued and sympathetic.
She felt strange now, bringing this kind of problem to Harry of all people. She used to have such the crush on him when they were younger.
"Hey, don't worry about it," he came forward and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly.
It made Ginny want to chuckle, he was so bad at comforting people, always had been.
"If it makes you feel any better, the last girl I was seeing also said she wanted to go separate ways because I wasn't fulfilling all the boxes on her checklist either."
"What, meaning you're bad in bed?" Ginny let out a laugh in disbelief.
"Apparently," Harry rolled his eyes. "And I blame you women for that."
"Excuse you!" Ginny scoffed. His admission and the focus shifting from her to him was helping her mood. They started moving down the street again. "What are we doing so wrong?"
"You're all a bloody mystery down there. Someone once said that a woman's sexuality is a moving target and that's not fair, is it? A guy only has one arrow to take aim with, it's not our fault if we sometimes miss."
Ginny's jaw dropped open.
"No," he backpedaled, "no, I didn't mean that I missed, I just mean that, that, that each new girlfriend should come equipped with an instruction manual, that's what I meant."
They walked side by side down the street in silence for a while, then Harry pointed to the restaurant and take-away place he'd been leading them to.
"Maybe take-away?" Ginny suggested. Now that he'd pointed out exactly what Jake had meant, she wasn't in the mood to be around other people, more specifically, continuing their conversation in reach of other person's ears.
"Yeah, sort of leaning towards that option myself now," he admitted and began scratching at the hair at the back of his head, a sure sign that he too was uncomfortable.
They each ordered their food and waited silently for it to be ready, then headed back to his place. The silence was just hanging between them. It was an unspoken agreement that they weren't going to talk anymore until they were in the confines of his flat.
Ginny was the one to break the silence when he let her in and shut the door.
"It's not a moving target, you know."
"It sure feels like it is!" He seemed just as okay picking up where they left off as she was and simply dove into his diatribe of defense. "I don't know about your first time, but mine, I'm pretty sure she assumed that because I had taken down Voldemort that I must know what I was doing in the bedroom department, and I was too excited that I was finally going to have sex that I wasn't about to mention that I was a virgin. So that was my first point in the disappointed partners column, then she gave me another shot and it was still so awkward because the first time around was still fresh in our minds. I swear, every girlfriend after that has been me trying and failing to make up for it."
"Moving target though?" Ginny questioned. "I mean, once you get a woman in bed there's really only one target you need to focus on."
"Yeah, yeah," he waved his fork at her dismissively and started opening his Styrofoam container.
Ginny wasn't entirely convinced that he did know what she was referring to though. "And you know that isn't the vagina, right?" she pressed.
He had just put some of his food into his mouth and looked up at her with his fork still not fully removed from his lips. His expression told her that he had not been aware of that.
"It's the clit," she continued.
He swallowed. "The-"
"Merlin, Harry! How are you not aware of this? None of the women you've been with thought to mention it to you?"
"You make it sound like I've had droves of them coming in and out of here."
"Don't you?" Every time she turned around it sounded to her like Harry was onto a new woman, it had been what had finally kicked her out of the habit of thinking about him that way; he was a player, and she didn't like that.
"No!" he protested. "I keep getting photographed with a bunch of different women, but I've only dated a handful, and apparently none of them have thought to point out how I could do better in bed, just that I'm lousy at it."
Ginny started giggling and took her own fork and mixed up her rice and chicken dish. "You're lousy, I'm not exciting, we'd make terrible bed fellows."
"Yeah," he grinned. "Or we could learn a thing or two from each other," he shrugged and kept on eating.
Ginny rolled her eyes and kept in on her food. He'd made a good suggestion on the take-away, it wasn't too greasy and she could actually taste the flavors.
"So, the clit you say?" he continued.
"Yep, that's the spot. You figure out how to get your next girlfriend off by focusing on that and you'll be golden. Meanwhile, I'll have to have a read through of the Kama Sutra or something. Maybe I'll make a list of places I'd feel comfortable shagging in, like the shower."
"What about a lift?"
"Security cameras and potential interruptions by persons and dinging sounds," she shook her head.
"Middle of the night and an invisibility cloak, less chance of interruptions and no one would see you," he stated as a solution.
"You're the only person I know with an invisibility cloak, you really want me borrowing it so I could shag under it in a lift?" she countered.
He shifted slightly in his chair, turned towards the counter so he could lean over it and set his takeaway down. "So, what about the roof?"
Ginny thought it over. She lived in London, so there was always the potential that someone might see. She'd seen more than her fair share of people shagging against the windows around her building. There was somewhere she might be okay with shagging out in the open though. "There are private spots around The Burrow, but that would mean bringing him home to meet the family. By that point I'd have to be really comfortable with him. You just know mum would assume me bringing a boyfriend home for Sunday dinner means he's getting ready to drop down on one knee."
Harry gave her an intrigued look. "The Burrow, eh? What, in the orchard?"
"No, too open. Probably in the woods just past the pond."
"Hmm, yeah, even from Ron's window you can't properly see in there. And there is that one spot that the bushes are sort of cleared out. Just throw down a blanket and a cushioning charm."
Ginny was picturing herself taking someone by the hand, telling the family they were going for a 'walk', then guiding them to that particular spot. It wouldn't be too crazy. It would be like a little baby step towards being more open about shagging in other places.
Thinking about it was making her wish she had someone to go home to now more than ever.
She didn't even have a 'friend' that could help her out. And she'd never been okay with the idea of having a sex toy at her place, she never knew when her mum might stop by and accidentally stumble upon it, and that would be mortifying.
She didn't know how long she'd been staring down at her dish, then suddenly it was done and she looked around Harry's kitchen, trying to figure out where he kept the glasses so she could get a drink of water. Then she realized that he was staring at her.
"What?"
His cheeks were a bit flushed and she could see there was something weighing on him. "Maybe," he started, then stopped talking and looked down at his own empty dish.
"Maybe what?"
He tilted his head to one side and gave a slight shrug as he continued to stare at the stained Styrofoam. "Well, it sounds like we're both dealing with problems in the same sort of area," he continued.
"Yeah," she nodded. Then she caught on to where this was leading.
They both needed help; he wanted to know how to satisfy a woman, she needed to get more comfortable with sex related business and learn how to be 'exciting'. She had just been thinking that she could do with having a 'friend' for this, but she hadn't ever considered that Harry could ever be that friend.
"Wait… are you suggesting."
"Well, I mean," he looked up at her again. "It's okay if you're not interested. Just thought I'd throw the idea out there."
"But, we've got, you know, history. We'll have to see each other at The Burrow for dinners and,"
"And you said you would want to start off your 'excitement' with shagging in the open at the Burrow. Well, your mum and dad wouldn't think to question me about my intentions."
"You want to shag me at The Burrow?" She couldn't believe he was suggesting this.
He ran his hand through his hair and stood up, walking around the counter to get himself a glass of water. "I don't know. I mean, I'm comfortable enough with you to have this conversation, and you came here tonight because I'm your friend, but not a really close one, so you were comfortable enough to talk to me about your issue with Josh."
"Jake," she corrected him again.
"Whatever, I never met him," he dismissed. "I'm just saying… I don't know what I'm saying."
"But that would mean you'd have to kiss me," she pointed out. "And see me naked. We'd see each other naked and have to… critique."
"Yeah, well, I'm better at dealing with criticisms from my friends then my…"
He couldn't finish the sentence and Ginny understood why; Harry had never been able to tell anyone he loved them, calling someone a 'love interest' would be too far of a stretch for him.
"Can I have some of that water?" she asked.
He handed her the half full glass and she drank it all down. She tapped the empty glass with her finger as she thought it over.
It would just be for a few rounds, right? A learning experience.
"I'm too full right now," she told him. "I'd need some time to digest."
They just stared at each other from across the counter. She'd agreed, there was a 'yes' in her tone and he'd heard it.
"Yeah, wouldn't want to get a cramp," he said with a sly smile as he took the empty glass back from her.
Ginny turned around in her chair as he put the empty containers in the garbage and the glass in the sink. She looked around the living room of his flat, unable to focus on anything because she'd just agreed to have sex with her love interest from when she was a teenager.
Harry spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning up his kitchen, likely so that he wouldn't have to come into the living room and stand there awkwardly with her as they waited for their dinner to settle in their stomachs.
Her eyes landed on his liquor supply.
"Alcohol," she called out to him abruptly.
"Yes!" he jumped at the suggestion.
Ginny went to his cabinet and started pouring them both a healthy amount of hooch. They each downed the first glass and Ginny poured them another, this time for sipping.
"Who was she?" Ginny asked him. "The first girl you shagged?"
"Her name was Melinda. We'd gone out on two dates before she invited herself back to my flat."
"Mine was Dean. It was my last year at Hogwarts and he'd come back to finish out his final year."
"You guys started dating again?"
"Uh, no. It was just one of those things, you know, we were finishing up school, the war was over. Come to think of it, my first time was unsatisfying too."
"Didn't get you there?" Harry asked cockily. "At least with guys we can keep going until we're done."
"Right, so lesson number one for you, if you don't think you're going to last, please go down on her first. At least that way she'll have one happy memory from the ordeal." The booze was certainly loosening their tongues.
"Well, apparently I've been focusing on the wrong bits in that department, so you'll have to walk me through it."
"We should make a list!" she suggested happily and went to his table to snatch up the paper and pencil he had there. "Oral," she announced as she wrote.
"His and hers?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure, I'll go down on you," she agreed and added another column that would allow them to check off the accomplishments for him and her. She was feeling light and giddy about this now. "Should probably make sure we're both up to snuff when it comes to snogging too."
"Good call, that's usually the precursor. Set's the mood and all that." He joined her on the couch and was sitting close, his arm may as well have been around her shoulder. "Do we need time limit on getting this done? Like, it's the weekend coming up and you don't have any games or practices."
"How do you know my schedule?" she asked him.
"It's an all-female Quidditch team, of course I'm a Harpy fan," he grinned at her.
Merlin, he had such a nice smile, and she could see the colour of his eyes properly at this distance. She remembered how much she used to wish he would look at her properly when she was a teenager just so that she would get a chance to look into his eyes more.
"We'll figure that out later," she said and tossed the paper and pencil onto the table, then grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him closer so they could kiss. He tasted like bourbon and Chinese food and his lips were pressed against her own with matching enthusiasm. The number of dreams and daydreams that she'd had about kissing him all those years ago, this scenario had never occurred to her; she was now straddling him on his couch with his hands on her back under her shirt.
The alcohol had been a good call. She felt much more at ease now that they had already started into something instead of just talking about it.
Harry didn't need any guidance when it came to snogging, he wasn't opening his mouth too wide or putting too much pressure against her lips, and his hands were massaging her back in just the right places, not trying to reach for her bra strap, or somehow pull her trousers down already. She felt his tongue against her bottom lip after several enjoyable minutes and she opened her mouth for him, then, on a whim, sucking on his tongue and relishing in the groan he gave her in response.
"That was an exciting move," he told her, then grabbed at her hips to turn them around so she was laying down on the couch with him on top of her. She could feel his erection through his trousers pressing up against her inner thigh and inched down so that they would be lined up nicely so the pressure of it would be on her clit.
He started kissing down her jaw and neck, getting to the sweet spot at her collar and she gave a gasp.
"There?" he asked and kept tracing circles against it with his tongue before sucking on it gently.
"Yes, there," she panted and hooked her legs around his thighs, encouraging him to rock against her, grind against her properly.
She'd always wanted to run her hands through his unruly hair and now was the perfect time to do it. Her fingers laced between his locks and she felt his lips vibrate against her skin as he let out a moan. He liked it, and she was really liking this.
He switched to the other side of her neck, kissing her on the lips as he passed.
"Fuck," she groaned when he came to focus on the other spot at her collar. He was starting to thrust harder against her now and it was all so stimulating. She began rotating her hips and thrusting back against him more, then her fingers were latching onto his hair as she tried to control the release that was creeping up on her.
"Fuck!" she cried out louder this time as she came.
The residual effects from it had her shuddering and trying to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes she saw Harry looking down at her in surprise.
"Really?" he asked.
"What?"
"You… you just. That's all it took?"
"You saying I'm an easy woman to please?" she asked, affronted, yet still smiling.
"No! I mean, I'm just…"
"It's called dry-humping, Harry," she pointed out.
"No… penetration needed?"
Right, this was supposed to be a learning experience for him. "No," she stated. "Penetration feels good, but it's the other things that get women to cum. Usually at least, I guess it depends on how worked up we are."
"And multiple's, that's a real thing, right?"
"Yes," she grinned and relaxed against his couch cushions more. "And what you were doing at my collar, that felt really good."
"Really," he grinned back, looking very interested. "Guess I need to remind myself to do that for longer every time." He pulled back from her and sat back on his heels. "So, there's no recovery time or anything that you need?"
"I wouldn't suggest round two being the same thing on the couch, but no, no recovery time needed."
"Oh, good. Because that felt really good, but I'd be a bit chaffed if I had to do that again right away." He shifted a bit and gestured to his little soldier, which was still standing at attention.
Ginny glanced at the windows. His blinds were pulled, so no one had seen them or what they had been doing. Then she looked back down at Harry's erection and bit her lip. "I've never tried giving a blow job outside of the bedroom before," she admitted. "Never really felt confident about them as a whole."
Harry's eyes darkened with lust as he took in that information. "I could help you with that," he said in a deep voice.
Ginny grinned at him and slipped off the couch, letting him sit down and get comfortable. He stopped with his hands on the button of his trousers though. "Er, I feel like we should snog first, you know, while I'm undoing them. I feel a bit odd just tugging them off with you watching."
"Okay." She stood up on her knees on the floor between his legs and their lips met again. Harry leaned into the kiss, gaining confidence from it to continue his mission of removing his trousers. Ginny helped him as best as she could to get them and his pants down past his knees. She continued snogging him as her hands moved up his bare thighs, taking a kind of primal delight in how he was pleasurably shivering from her touch. It was exciting. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, working her way to the inside of his thighs and up a little higher with each pass until she felt the back of her fingers make contact with his package.
Harry sighed against her mouth when she finally took hold of his shaft and started moving her hand up and down. He pulled his head away from her and rested it back on the back of the couch with his eyes closed.
Then she looked down to see what she was dealing with.
He was slightly larger than the last one she'd handled, and uncut.
"Little firmer," he told her.
She gripped him more confidently and kept up her stroking movements.
"And, and, urgh, yeah, m-massage my balls a bit," he groaned.
She took his sack in her other hand and started fondling him there. His responding groan told her she was doing a good job. Now she just needed to get her mouth involved. She pulled down on his shaft with her one hand, firmly and gently, until his foreskin was pulled back. On instinct, she stopped fondling him with the other hand and traced her finger around the base of his head. He groaned so loud at that that she did it again before lowering her head and poking her tongue out for an experimental lick. His breath hitched as she ran her tongue over his head.
"Yeah, keep-keep moving your hand. Mmm, mhmm, take it into your mouth."
She did as he instructed and felt like she had a crazy amount of power over him.
It was the fondling part that she wasn't used to doing, that and using her hand and mouth at the same time instead of one or the other. Right now, she figured, hey, this may only be a onetime thing, so why not give it your all.
He kept moaning and panting out requests, like that she should try to go deeper, or work her hand more, but eventually she found a rhythm that had his body telling her exactly what he liked; her hand working him over while her mouth took in only his head, and working at opposite directions so that her hand would bump against her lips, hard, every time they met; The more saliva the better.
Her jaw was just starting to protest when he gave her the warning.
"Ginny, I'm going to cum." It was a second later that she felt his warm seed spilling into her mouth.
Yet another thing she hadn't done before- swallow. It had seemed so gross. She would always get up and go to the bathroom to spit it out. It wasn't often that her blowjobs were successful enough to get to that point though, usually she would get tired and just hop on. Now though, she swallowed. Then she chased it with a sip of bourbon and the only taste lingering on her tongue was the bourbon.
"That was fucking incredible," he panted, not at all concerned with how on display he was for her right now.
He looked satisfied and she felt plenty satisfied with herself for having put him in that state.
She took the glass and went back to the cabinet to refill it, then sat down on the couch beside him. "Think I can give myself a tick for the oral column?"
"Mhmm. So good." His eyes were still closed and he hadn't moved.
Ginny grinned at the sight of him.
"Just give me a minute," he assured her.
"Only a minute for recovery?" she teased. "Maybe I haven't earned the tick yet."
He smiled then. "Oh no, you definitely earned it." He brought his hands up to his face to rub his eyes and forehead. "That was fantastic." He then reached down and pulled up his pants, not bothering with his trousers though, he just kicked those off to the corner of the room.
"I've a question for you," she started, offering him the glass in her hand. "Do you care if she swallows or spits?"
"Er, I dunno."
Ginny pursed her lips at him.
"Okay," he rolled his eyes. "Swallowing is hotter. Spitting, I know it's up to the girl and we shouldn't get offended or anything, but it isn't sexy, and it takes just enough time for the atmosphere to completely change. Swallowing is what I'd prefer."
"Thank you for your honesty." She took the glass back from him and had another sip.
"What's next?" he asked her cockily with a crooked grin.
She licked her lips and bit her bottom lip as she stared at him and thought it over. It should be something exciting, something he would find… enticing.
But what was sexy? Something pre-sex sexy.
Role-playing?
Being tied up?
She wasn't going to be comfortable with those two options.
There was something else though, something she'd thought about doing, but never had.
"Do you have a way to play music in your bedroom?" she asked him.
"Yeah."
"Well, what if I-" She needed to take another drink before she could say it out loud. "What if I danced for you?"
His eyes glazed over and his jaw hung open. Clearly he found that suggestion very enticing.
"Yeah, yeah, let's do that," he nodded enthusiastically. Then he stood up and took the glass back from her. She stood to follow him and then let out a squeal of surprise as he lifted her up over his shoulder to carry her to the bedroom. She giggled the whole way down the hallway to his room.
When he set her down again it was to toss her onto the bed. She bounced once and then took a look around. There wasn't much in the way of décor or a theme to the room, it only had the necessities, and a Muggle radio. Harry was standing in front of it and flipping through some kind of plastic book collection.
"You might not know this song, but the rhythm is easy to follow, and should be easy to dance to also."
It was hard not to gain her own enthusiasm for this from the way Harry was behaving.
This might not have been something she'd done before, but she and some of her teammates had danced around the changeroom a few times when a good song came on the wireless, and those dances had occasionally turned provocative, in jest of course. She just needed to channel that; and start taking her clothes off in the process.
Harry put on the song, something about a cherry pie, and sat back against his pillows after removing his shirt so he was just in his pants.
Seeing him, sitting there eagerly awaiting her dance, it gave her confidence.
She didn't want to just start removing her clothes first though, she wanted to tease him a bit, so she started off by crawling along the bed towards him, keeping their eyes locked and a smile on her face. Her hips we removing in time to the song and soon she was straddling him again, she leaned down as though to kiss him, when he leaned forward to meet her though, she pulled back and whipped her shirt off then buried her breasts in his face.
His reaction told her he liked that; she could feel his erection growing once more beneath her.
She crawled backwards off the bed then and continued to move to the music, turning around when she was standing on the floor again and bent over to tug her trousers down slowly, giving him a nice look at her ass as she did so.
It really did feel freeing and exciting to be doing this, a bit silly as well, but she pushed passed that as she stood on the end of his mattress in only her bra and knickers and kept making gyrating movements with her hips.
Then her bra came off and she tossed it at him.
She was about to remove her knickers when the song ended and the next one started up, but Harry had tugged at her ankles and pulled her off balance so she fell down onto the mattress, then he was on top of her.
"That was so fucking hot," he said between the kisses he was laying on her lips and jaw.
"I didn't look ridiculous then?"
"Ridiculously sexy maybe." He kept lavishing her with kisses and worked his way down her chest.
Whatever issues those other women might have found he had in the bedroom department, he certainly knew how to get her riled up with his mouth so far. He'd affixed his mouth to one of her breasts while kneading the other one, she could tell he was grinding himself up against the mattress because her legs were wound around his hips and his lower abdomen was pressed against her sex and stirring her up more.
He gave a light nip to her nipple and she squeaked with surprise. "Good?" he asked.
"Once or twice it would be," she said, remembering that they were supposed to be coaching each other. "Run your tongue along the underside," she directed. He did and her whole body gave a shudder.
"Really?" he said to himself before doing the same thing below her other breast and she gave the same reaction.
"Lower," she begged.
"You asking me to take off your knickers?" He sounded like he was teasing her, and it was working.
"Please, use your tongue on me." She felt desperate now.
She felt his hot breath against her stomach as he laughed, quietly pleased with himself, and slipped his fingers under the sides of her knickers and pulled them down. She bit her lip in anticipation, then was surprised when he just dove in full force, using his tongue at her vagina instead of focusing on her clit, like she'd told him was important over dinner.
"Er, higher," she requested, then her eyes went wide as he stuck his tongue further inside her and up more. "No, pull out," she corrected.
"Pull out?" he asked from between her legs.
Ginny got up on her elbows and looked down at him. "Yeah, I don't need your tongue there, I need it here," she said and reached down to widen her lower lips and show him where he needed to concentrate.
"Okay." Then he lowered his head again and Ginny wasn't sure what the hell he was trying to do.
"No, no, stop," she grabbed him under his arms and pulled him up to lay on top of her once more.
"What? That bad?" he worried.
"Look, you know what to do with your tongue, I've felt you make the right movement before."
"What? When?"
"In the other room, on the couch. Except that time you were focusing on my collar." She pointed to the spot by her neck where he'd been driving her wild earlier that evening. "Do it again, here. Memorize that movement, then get your head between my legs again and try it down there."
He looked appreciative of how she was telling him to get her off and she gasped as he hooked his hand under her knee, pressing their sex's together as he lowered his lips to her collar once more. Ginny let out a long moan at the feel of his lips and tongue on her skin once more.
He established the right rhythm and then he shifted down the bed once more and affixed his mouth to her clit again, this time making that same movement he had at her collar and she couldn't hold in the cry of pleasure from the sensation it was making her feel.
"Yes! Yes, keep doing that!" His hand reached up and grasped at her breast and she slapped it away. "Don't draw focus away," she scolded.
He might have gotten her more riled up with each added sensation, but she only wanted the one.
The man camped out down there, repeating that delicious movement for another two songs and then Ginny came harder than she had in her entire life. She couldn't tell if she had yelled audibly but her throat was desperately dry by the time she could take stock of her heart rate and breathing again.
She climbed across the monolith of a mattress he had and managed to reach the glass on the bedside table, taking a mouthful of the bourbon all at once, then swallowing small amounts to sooth her throat before laying back against the pillow feeling completely satisfied. "That was incredible," she sighed.
She heard him mutter the charm, then felt his weight on top of her again.
"Can I? Please, can I? Can we?" he asked as he began kissing her neck and jaw again.
"Slowly," she asked him as she nodded in agreement.
They both groaned as he eased himself inside her, she was really sensitive and he was rock hard. Once he was fully sheathed he pulled back and thrust inside her again.
"Fuck, this feels incredible," he groaned. "What do you need from me?" His voice had lost that desperate edge to it that it had a moment ago but he still sounded eager to please her.
"Just keep going slow for now. When I start matching you movement for movement, that's when you need to do more of a grinding movement, rather than thrusting."
"Got it." And he did, he kept taking it slow; full, complete and luxuriously slow movements, until she had regained some of her composure and energy and began meeting his movements halfway. When he started grinding into her, his lips met hers again and he kept up his movements, growing more enthusiastic about them with her every groan of appreciation.
She wasn't used to snogging while in the throws of sex, it was a new experience for her. It made the whole thing more unbridled and passionate and she felt her reaching her next orgasm and cried out her pleasure again, clutching him close.
This last one hadn't made her mind explode in pleasure like the previous one, but it was very enjoyable all the same. And it made her want to reward him.
She locked one of her legs around his knee and pushed off the bed with the other leg to roll them over, then sat up and started riding him, gripping her heels for support and going as fast as she could.
His responding outburst of profanity accompanied by her name told her this was a good move, and when he grabbed at her hips and began thrusting up into her she knew that this had certainly 'excited' him enough.
It felt good being in control and still getting taken like this.
It wasn't long before Harry was grunting and groaning out his finish beneath her and she was smiling widely. She'd got him off two times in one evening, that was a feat for any woman, and she'd done that to him.
Her knees and thighs protested as she moved from her position to lay down beside him. His pillow felt incredibly comfortable though, and the mattress, it was cool and soft.
"I don't think I can move," she muttered.
"Then don't," he muttered back, sounding just as relaxed and tired as she felt.
Her eyes were already closed. As drunk and satiated as she was, she couldn't form the thought process required to question her decision of staying the night. She just let her brain shut off and fell asleep.
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Harry awoke the next morning feeling more rested than he could ever remember. The memories of the previous evening were upon him before wakefulness fully ascended in his brain; him and Ginny, everything from answering his door to when she was riding him cowgirl style and he came, it all was there, no drunken haze to clear out.
He'd spent the previous evening having the best sex of his life with his school hood fancy.
For nearly all of his sixth year at Hogwarts he'd fancied Ginny, then he'd thought about her a lot when he was on the run. Once the war was over, he'd still thought about her, wondered if there was some way that the two of them could ever evolve from friends into something else. Then years passed, they both started dating other people and it just looked like it was never going to happen.
After his poor bedroom reviews from the four women he'd slept with, he wondered if it was fate now that had brought them together.
She wanted to figure out how to be more exciting when it came to sex, he wanted to get instructions on how to be better all-around in the bedroom.
This was probably going to turn out to blow up in their face, but he wasn't going to be the one putting a stop to it.
How to make a relationship work with her while still maintaining the level of acceptance he had from the Weasley family as a whole, that was something that had caused him to search for a partner in other people.
This though, this could be the road to them finding out if they worked together without letting the family in on it. Even if she really was just looking for someone to try things out with, he could do small relationship type things, test the waters a little bit.
He'd asked her yesterday if she wanted to put a time frame on this little experimentation of theirs and she'd responded by kissing him, so maybe she wouldn't put a time frame on it. Maybe they'd wind up spending alternating nights at each other's places, finding out who had the better set up in the shower for shagging, the better couch for having coffee in the morning.
He turned his head and saw she was still there, naked, her head turned the other direction and her red hair splayed across his pillow.
They'd had sex. He'd made her cum three times. He'd had his mouth on the most intimate parts of her body and learned exactly how to please her.
He was glad that she hadn't done anything 'exciting' with any of her other boyfriends, that there were a few firsts that were going to belong to him. He wanted to know what they all were and have her be comfortable sharing them only with him.
"I can feel your eyes on me," Ginny muttered.
Harry chuckled. "You'd be doing the same thing if you woke up first."
"Probably." She tugged for the blanket to cover herself up more before rolling over and blinking the sleep out of her eyes so she could look at him. "Hi."
"Hi." He looked down at her covered body. "That isn't a very exciting blanket, you should lose it."
Ginny smiled and gave a yawn. "I'm not smelling breakfast, that's not very pleasing."
"Touché," he grinned. "Unfortunately, I'm in dire need of a trip to the grocery store, that's on my to do list today. How about we go out for breakfast instead? There's a place between here and yours that does really good pancakes."
"Mmm, food," she agreed. "Okay. You need to help me find my clothes. I'm not entirely sure where they all went last night." She sat up and looked around, finding her knickers hanging off of the knob on the night stand drawer and proceeded to shimmy them on under the covers.
"I don't see why you're bothering covering up. You look the same whether you're ready for a shag or not. I, on the other hand, am much less impressive when not at full mast."
"It's different in the daylight," she protested. "And I don't have any liquid courage in me right now. Can you help me find my bra?"
"No," he said, shifting up the bed so that he could sit up and enjoy the show.
"What?"
"No," he repeated. "You've already got your knickers on and I paid plenty of attention to your breasts last night, I would rather see them again."
"Harry," she exasperated.
"Come on. We're just friends, right? Why would you care what I think of your body?"
"Because… because I'm shy."
"Well, you've nothing to be shy about," he shrugged.
"Harry!"
"Fine," he pouted and summoned her clothes and his pants to them. He made a point of getting out of the bed and showing her his bare arse though. He turned and saw her smiling and knew he hadn't gone too far.
There wasn't any weirdness between them when they went to breakfast, and she had gone with him to the grocery store, chatting the whole time about nothing of consequence. When he got home after, alone, he wasn't sure if they should have made plans to meet up again.
Things were so quiet at his flat now and there was nothing to distract him from replaying the events from last night when he saw the chairs, the liquor cabinet, the couch, his bed, any of it. It had been fantastic, now he just didn't know what they were supposed to do from here.
Were they friends with benefits?
He shouldn't just show up at her place and suggest they hang out, should he?
They both had dinner at The Burrow tomorrow, they could discuss more about it then.
He had trouble getting comfortable in his bed that night and wound up only catching a few intermittent hours of sleep. He tried to spend the morning in bed to attempt and make up for the lack of sleep, his body just wasn't letting him. Instead, he got out of bed, pulled on his running clothes and trainers and went outside for a run.
His normal loop took him to a park that had a two-mile loop, normally he ran it twice, but today he decided to do it once and then head in the direction of Ginny's flat, just to see if he might be able to see any movement up there. He finally made it to the right street and was looking up while trying to dodge people and parking meters on the sidewalk. Her blinds were open, but he didn't see any movement. The window was too high up for him to be able to tell if she was in her kitchen or sitting on her couch.
"Harry?"
The sound of his name so close by made him stumble and grab for a parking meter to stop him from falling completely to the ground.
"Ginny." She had just come out of a café beside him, looking very surprised that he was there. "Hey."
"Why are you all the way over here? Do you normally run past my place?"
"Er, no," he admitted. She stepped towards him so that there wouldn't be any people walking through the middle of their conversation. It looked like she was fresh out of the shower. She smelled like the soap they made at The Burrow. "I was just… bored at my flat, I guess. I went out for a run then. Well, I dunno why I'm here really."
He could see the interest glinting in her eyes. "Do you want to come up?"
"Yeah."
They went up to her flat and she pulled out two mugs, pouring her drink between the two of them and offering one to him.
"Your flat was too quiet you say?"
He nodded. "I don't have anything to do until dinner later. Never realized how quiet it was before until yesterday after you'd left."
"I can understand that. It's what drove me out of here on Friday night."
Right, her break-up. He'd forgotten the circumstances that led them to Friday nights activities, too focused on the activities. She must still be hurting from that.
"Any word from him?" he asked her.
"No. And I'm fine with that. It was a clean break. There isn't even anything here to remember him by," she looked around morosely.
Harry nodded and took another sip of his coffee. "So, look, I'm not really sure why I'm here, but I should probably head back to my place and take a shower." He took another sip of his coffee and made to get up, then he heard her say something and paused. "What?"
She had this red flush to the apples of her cheeks and repeated herself; "I have a shower."
He wasn't sure if she was offering it so that he would stay, or if this was her trying to add a little more 'excitement' into her life. He did notice her eyes lingering on his shirt which was a bit slick with sweat and sticking to him.
"Alright," he nodded, and slowly stood up before he headed off towards her bathroom before he could second guess himself, or her meaning.
It was a small stall, no tub option, and it had a slanted floor that went towards the drain. He peeled off his clothes and left them in a pile behind the door and made sure to pull her shower curtain closed completely, hoping she would come in, see that, and feel more confident about possibly taking her own clothes off and joining him.
He tried to regulate his breathing, tell himself that he shouldn't expect anything. His body wasn't listening though. He took some of her shampoo and ran it through his wet hair and ignored his erection.
Usually, his showers were only five minutes long at the most, no need to linger. Now he was onto about minute three, completely clean and waiting, wondering how long he should wait before giving up.
Then he heard the click of the door.
He stared up at the shower head and waited, closing his eyes when he felt the slightly cool air come in as she drew back the curtain and stepped in behind him.
"Harry?" she whispered his name.
"Ginny," he smiled, still not facing her.
Her hands came to his waist and ran across his stomach before travelling down and taking hold of him. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back and put his hands out flat against the tile to brace himself. Her lips pressed against his back now too and she gave him a few kisses there. It was hard to regulate his breathing now.
"I've never shagged in the shower before," she admitted to him.
His breath hitched as she gripped him more firmly and slid her hand up and down. "I reckon there's enough room for it in here."
Harry turned around, taking her hands off of him and pulling her so they were standing sideways. Merlin she was gorgeous. He could see the tan lines she had from two different outfits, one had clearly been a bikini, owing to the triangle pattern on her breasts.
"Now that you're nice and worked up, you should probably give it a go on me."
He grinned at her instruction, leaning down and kissing her, then bringing his hand down to her sex and rubbing her gently there in up and down motions.
"Mhmm. Now on every few passes, I want you to dip your fingers inside of me," she whispered to him.
His pelvis clenched at that. She was like a naughty schoolteacher.
He did as she told him, dipping two fingers inside her hot and velvety entrance, pleasantly surprised with how wet she was already. He wanted to keep his fingers there, pumping in and out of her, but that's not what she told him she liked the other night. He pulled them out and rubbed his slick fingers against her sex while she purred with pleasure against his lips.
He did this until he felt like he couldn't take it anymore and moved his hand down to lift her leg up and over his hip. It took a little bit of negotiating, but soon they were joined once more and he was on the edge of nirvana.
He had to reach out blindly and turn the tap from hot to warm so he didn't overheat, because shagging Ginny against the tiled wall of her shower was overheating all on its own. She was making these mewing sounds of pleasure, hand at his head making sure their lips were locked and grinding against him. He didn't know if it was the excitement of the situation or if he'd somehow just gotten that good that fast, but Ginny was coming undone before his muscles had started protesting.
Properly thrusting in this position so he could get his wasn't feasible.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
She was nodding blindly, still enjoying the afterglow, and he was desperate to get his finish. He slid out of her and her eyes popped open. The 'what' hadn't left her mouth before he moved her around so she was facing the shower head and his hand was at her back, asking her to bend over a bit. She caught on and did as he asked, then he slid back inside her from behind, gripping her hips and on a mission to get his own finish.
The water was coming down between them and causing a loud slapping sound to emanate with his every thrust and making it even hotter. Ginny was making these pleasured sounds as well and it allowed Harry the freedom to let out his own sounds of appreciation as he repeatedly drove into her and reached his climax.
He came down from his high panting and had to lean over and rest his head on her back for a moment while a wave of dizziness passed.
"Holy shit," Ginny muttered. "That felt so good."
"I'm dizzy."
She reached up and turned the nozzle, the water immediately went frigidly cold and he jumped back. A second later she turned the nozzle again and started giggling. "Thought that might do the trick. Feeling better now?"
He laughed at her antic; it had done the trick, he wasn't dizzy or tired now.
He gave himself another quick clean up and got out of the shower, letting Ginny take her time and stay in there, then wandered into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist, in search of more coffee or a snack.
Ginny came out a few minutes later and he had the kettle going and found a French press and coffee grounds.
"Well, I am happy to report that after only a few sessions you seem to know exactly what you're doing," she told him.
"Liked that, did you?"
Ginny grinned at him. "Being a little more adventurous, as it turns out, can be a big turn on." She moved around him and went to a cupboard where she'd stashed a few biscuits. "What I don't understand is, why didn't any of my boyfriends just ask me?"
He wasn't keen on the idea of discussing the previous acts she'd performed with her past boyfriends, but he had to maintain the illusion of wanting only friendship if they were going to keep this going. "Didn't you say that one of them had?"
"Well, yeah, but that was the first time we went to bed together. He could have asked again later."
"What did he ask you do to?" She had done a great job with the strip tease she'd given him; it wasn't an outlandish request for a first-time deal.
She blushed and muttered something under her breath.
"What?"
Ginny braced herself and repeated; "He wanted me to masturbate in front of him."
Harry's jaw dropped open. He would have never thought to ask one of his girlfriends to do that, particularly not on their first foray into the bedroom. Maybe if they'd been going out for a while already, and if he had considered it an option.
"What kind of girls had he been with before?" Harry asked her.
"Now I'm not sure," she rolled her eyes.
He could picture what it would look like though; Ginny naked and splayed out on the bed with her hands between her legs, two fingers rubbing her clit while the other hand pumped another two fingers in and out of her. "That would be really hot."
He didn't mean to say it out loud, but she heard it.
"It's still something to work up to though," she pointed out.
"Absolutely," he nodded. "I mean, I wouldn't, you know," he gestured down at himself, "first date." Harry shook his head. "More of an anniversary thing I'd reckon."
He succeeded in making her smile again and she handed him a biscuit.
"So, you're really okay with this?" she asked him. "Us just… learning things from each other? Practicing?"
What could he say? He couldn't tell her that he didn't want this to be practicing, that he wanted to give a relationship between them a try. It was too new for that. They should at least see how they behaved around her family first, see if anyone somehow caught a whiff of pheromones between the two of them.
He didn't want this blowing up because after a few shags they realized they just weren't compatible.
"I'm not seeing anyone right now and we've clearly got some chemistry and are comfortable enough with each other." There, that was the truth without admitting the whole truth. "I'm good to keep doing this until you say otherwise."
Which would be never; He was determined to satisfy her needs so much, make her feel so comfortable with him, that she would never dream of sharing what she'd done with him with any other man.
Ginny gave him this look, he wasn't sure what it meant, but the impression it was leaving on him made him feel like she was planning out all the things she wanted to do and undressing him with her eyes.
They didn't shag in the wooded area at The Burrow that evening, there were too many people pulling them in different directions. The did wind up meeting up for dinner twice that week though and finding their way back to her place where he went down on her in her kitchen, she rode him in a chair at her dining table and both times ended with them taking their sweet time in her bed before falling asleep.
The same thing happened the second week too, that time he brought a toothbrush over to hers and left one of his shirts and a change of pants at her place because he liked to get up and make breakfast in the morning and he didn't want to do that naked.
The third week he bought her a larger French press because hers was too small for them to both have a decent sized cup of coffee in the morning.
On the fourth Sunday at dinner at The Burrow they actually found the time to slip away from everyone else and have sex outside. It turned out that the idea of it was exciting, the execution not so much. Every time they heard a sound they were paranoid that it would be one of her brothers and try as they did with the wards, there just wasn't one that kept the flies and spiders away. He took her back to his place that night and they shagged near the window in his living room, figuring that was close enough to being exhibitionists that they wanted to get.
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Ginny wasn't sure when exactly it happened, how the slow transition from being friends that used each other had turned into something else. For several weeks now she and Harry had found themselves sleeping in the same bed at least twice a week and the distance between their sleeping bodies had grown smaller and smaller with time.
Now she was waking up in his arms and she loved it. She missed him on the nights they couldn't be together.
She had actually started looking up different sex acts just to keep up the rouse that she was still trying to be comfortable with the act outside of the bedroom. When actually, they hadn't done anything new in a while. Their meet-ups hadn't been just about sex either; they'd gone to dinner, gone to a concert, went hiking by the coast one time, and one evening they didn't have any form of sex, they just cuddled up on his couch and each read a book before falling asleep.
This wasn't casual at all to her anymore.
They had belongings at each other's flat, and he'd initiated that.
Ginny felt Harry's hand moving along her side, it was the first sign of him waking up in the morning. She smiled as he pulled her closer and gave her a kiss.
"I love you," he muttered sleepily as he pulled her closer again.
Her heart stopped for a moment.
Harry didn't throw around a word like that.
"Say that again?" she asked, needing to be sure.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, he looked at her without blinking for a solid ten seconds, then he lifted up the sheet and pulled it over his head and started kissing her down her body. He was trying to distract her!
"Harry!" She let out an involuntary giggle when he placed his lips on a particularly ticklish spot at her side. She brought up her knees under his arms to try and get him to come back up and repeat what he'd just said to her. She pulled the sheet over both of them.
He finally relented and rested his chin on her chest and they locked eyes again.
"Say it again," she requested.
"Say what?"
"Don't be evasive, you suck at that. You said, 'I love you'!"
"Did I?"
"Yes, you did. Now, say it again."
He looked unsure.
"Would it help if I said it to you before you say it again?" she offered.
He tilted his head down and gave her a kiss over her heart. "It doesn't count if you don't mean it."
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," she assured him. She shimmied down so that he was looking down into her eyes properly. "I love you." The corner of his mouth pulled up and he brushed a stray hair off of her forehead, still saying nothing. "I don't know when this turned into something more, but it has and now I'm in love with you. So, you're just going to have to deal with that."
Now he was properly smiling down at her. Then he leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"Ginny, I've fancied you for years and I've been in love with you for weeks," he admitted and kissed her again.
"You have?!" she squeaked, feeling a bubble of happiness expand in her chest and burst so that she felt it radiate all over her body.
"Yes." He gave her one more sound kiss and then started shifting back down her body again.
Ginny gasped as he latched his mouth on her sex. "W-wait, what does this mean?"
"Keys," he said quickly before getting back to work.
"Keys?"
He pulled back again. "Yeah, keys, proper dates, telling people, all that jazz. Now, do you mind, I've got some work do to."
Her chuckle turned into a moan as he kept up the task of doing what he'd become so great at doing; making her cum.
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