AN- This is an AU where Harry never told Ginny how he felt about her at Hogwarts. To the Ginny Lovers Discord group, this one checks off 'Burrow Smut' on the Bingo card :)
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Ginny was grumbling at herself. Before leaving the flat three hours ago she'd told herself, no, promised herself that this time she'd have more control over her responses to that inane and inevitable question. She wouldn't just purse her lips into a tight smile and force a polite "I guess we'll just have to wait and see." This time she was going to simply redirect the questions and not let it bug her so much.
George was marrying Angelina today. And she was ridiculously happy for them. It had taken quite a lot to get George to this point after Fred died, now he was happy which made all the rest of the Weasley's happy.
If only her nosy distant relatives and other invited guests could keep their stupid questions to themselves. "Oh! Why Ginny, it looks like you are the last one, when do you think it will be your turn?" Always some freaking variation of that. And, no, she wasn't the last one. Charlie wasn't married, but he was a big burly man that lived in Romania with dragons. Apparently, that meant that he was allowed to be a bachelor for life. But because she had ovaries she was expected to settle down with some random guy and get to procreating already.
Bloody wankers, all of them.
She was a professional Quidditch player for fucks sake! Why couldn't they ask her about that?
And she knew, KNEW, that even if she did find someone to settle down with her mum would have something to say about her still being young, and her brothers would give him such a hard time that he'd run for the hills. So, what was the point?
Actually, she'd used that to her advantage before. The brothers giving a hard time bit. She hadn't been able to shake off a boyfriend she'd lost interest in by polite methods, and for some reason telling him flat out that they were over hadn't seemed like an option, so she'd brought him to the Burrow. It had turned out to be a brilliant plan because at the end of the night he'd wound up breaking up with her.
She snickered to herself at the memory.
"Something funny?" A male voice asked close to her left ear.
"Lee." She greeted with a smile. He'd been in the groom's party and they hadn't had a chance to chat yet. George and Angelina were off getting a few photos taken and everyone else was supposed to be mingling. "Done with your part for the photo's then?"
"Yep, made sure to only moon the camera once when no one else was looking." He beamed.
"My, my, keeping it rather classy then." She joked.
He looked rather proud of himself. "Yep. So, who'd you bring?" He looked around as if trying to guess.
"Flying solo." She responded quickly.
"Really? Not seeing anyone? How is that possible? You're the last-"
"You finish that, and I'll pour my drink on you then push you in the pond." She growled, cutting him off. "And I'm not the last one! Charlie's still single too."
Lee looked more amused than taken back by her response. "Yeah, well that won't change until interspecies marriages are allowed. You on the other hand."
"Will marry my Nimbus when that is allowed then." She rolled her eyes then looked around. "Who did you invite?"
"Please." He shook his head in a scoff. "I'm in my sexual prime, as if I'd bring a date to a wedding." He gave her a look up and down. "Speaking of which, have I told you lately how nicely you've grown up? A vision really." He lowered his voice and leaned closer.
"Pass." She told him easily enough rebuffing his attempt. He'd been making comments like that to her for years and whether they were true or not she just couldn't make herself think of him that way. His ideas about picking up at a wedding weren't so bad though. Looking over his shoulder she began scanning the crowd for any potential suitors.
The guests were all people that she knew or knew of. That severely limited any hooking up potential. And the majority of the young and good-looking men invited all had girlfriends or wives.
"Had to give it a shot." Lee replied with a shrug. "Another drink?" He asked, indicating that her wine glass was dangerously close to empty.
She stared down into the small amount of yellow-ish white liquid left swirling in the bottom of the glass. She'd need at least three more of them before the dance floor was an option. "Something stronger maybe." She nodded before downing the rest of it. "And then maybe you can help me come up with an appropriate response to all these pricks asking when my wedding is."
Lee snorted. "Any contenders even for the groom?" He asked as they made their way to the bar.
That question bummed her out more than anything else. Yes, she received requests for dates regularly, but only because she flew for the Holyhead Harpies. And she'd had a couple of those dates a few years ago, but it got old really quick. Those fan boys had either wanted to use her as a sort of show off piece at a party or they'd just stared at her through a meal. It was annoying.
"Haven't had a proper contender for a few months now." She muttered loud enough for him to hear as they stood up against the bar waiting for the bartender.
"Months?" He asked her incredulously and looked down. "Sure, everything still works at this point?" He teased.
Luckily Lee was someone she felt comfortable enough to talk casually about such things and didn't get offended. "Not to worry. I check it often enough myself." She winked.
There was a choking sound on the other side of her and she turned to see Harry Potter holding a pint glass a few inches from his lips and trying to stop some of the liquid he'd choked on from dripping down on his suit. He'd clearly overheard her and knew what she'd meant.
She glanced back at Lee with a big smile before turning back to Harry.
"Hey Harry. You doing okay there? Need a napkin?" She offered, picking up a cocktail napkin to hand him.
He cleared his throat again and accepted the napkin to wipe his chin. "Good." He managed. "Yeah. I'm good. Thanks." He smiled politely and nodded to Lee before awkwardly bobbing on his feet twice and then saying nothing else before backing away from them and turning to head off into the sea of other people.
Ginny shook her head. She'd had such a major crush on him but had long ago lost all hope that anything would have come of it. He'd always either been too wrapped up with defeating Voldemort or running the Quidditch team to pay her much mind at school, and even after all that was done, he was just so... awkward around her. Like he had no idea what he could possibly talk to a girl about. He was constantly reminding her of what Michael Corner had been like when he first asked her out. All flustered and unsure.
It would have been nice if that's what was going on there. He was still attractive to her after all these years and that suit was doing all kinds of good things to point out his nice body. The tie he'd chosen matched his eyes. But trying to figure out Harry Potter was best left for his two best friends.
Lee managed to capture the attention of the bartender and Ginny pushed her thoughts out of her head. She was going to have a few with Lee, come up with some snappy comments to use the next time some foolish idiot asked her about her non-existent nuptials and then dance the night away while she looked for someone to dust her off down there.
That was exactly what she did.
By the time dinner was over and the dancing had properly commenced she'd been just inebriated enough that her anger at everyone daring to ask her about her love life was now met with her hilarity. Hilarity that was made all the more enjoyable when the receiver looked thoroughly offended.
'That'll teach em'!' She thought as they all extricated themselves from a conversation with her. Luckily none of her comments had made it to her parents. Or her brothers. Well, maybe just Bill and Percy would have something to say to her about them. George and Charlie understood that she was a 23-year-old woman that liked to give people exactly what they deserved. She wasn't sure what Ron would make of it.
Grabbing an empty wine glass off of a table she filled it up with the table white and scanned the crowd to find said brother and say hello to he and the missus.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Definitely not on the dancefloor. Nope. Those tables were too close to the fun. Scanning farthest tables where one could hold 'meaningful conversation', she rolled her eyes. Yep. There they were. The Golden Trio.
"Hello all!" She plonked herself into an empty seat at their six-seater table. "Planning your next bank heist?" She teased.
"Ginny!" Hermione asked, sounding unduly scandalized. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Oh, don't worry." Ginny waved her off. "I'm maintaining my buzz quite well. How about you three?"
"I've just cut them off. Don't tell me I need to do the same to you." She admonished.
Ginny gave her brother a close inspection. He didn't look anywhere near as drunk as she was, and he seemed slightly sour about it, but not enough to have to endure a fight with his wife about it. She looked over to Harry. He didn't look drunk at all, but he probably never got truly drunk. He couldn't risk anything winding up in the Prophet about him having a good time.
"That sounds like fun." She commented dryly.
Ron caught sight of something over her shoulder and let out a silent groan. Ginny turned around and saw that Auntie Muriel was on her way over. That would normally make her let out a silent groan too, but not right now.
"Oh. This is going to be good." She told Ron conspiratorially and he gave her a bewildered look in response.
"Ginevra." Muriel greeted her tersely once she'd occupied the seat beside her.
"Aunt Muriel." Ginny replied back mimicking the same tone.
"Ronald." Muriel nodded to her great nephew before turning back to Ginny. "Now, when will you be making me attend your own wedding? You are getting quite old to be single."
Ginny gave her a big smile. "Soon as I've shagged all the bachelors and chosen my favorite." She announced loudly.
"Ginny!" Hermione nearly screeched.
"Excuse me?" Muriel asked. "What did you say?"
"Oh yeah." Ginny continued on feeling a thrill at how she was going to completely offend her Aunt. "There are far too many delicious looking blokes out there for me to settle on just one! In fact, I probably shouldn't limit my little encounters to just one bloke at a time though, should I? Might speed up the process to do two at once." She pretended to think it over.
"Ginny! That is hardly a safe thing to do. Or smart." Hermione continued. Ron wore wide eyes and a gaping mouth, Harry meanwhile raised his eyebrows at her and pursed his lips slightly with his jaw clenching.
"You know what. You're right. I should just keep it to one at a time. One at a time is much safer." Ginny told her. "Particularly when I've got them secured to the headboard."
"Ginny!" Ron finally found his voice.
"Oh, don't worry, Ron." She looked over at Muriel. "They like it." She said in a low and seductive voice with an exaggerated wink. Then she looked over to Hermione. "Hey. Have you ever heard of Ice Cubing?"
The rasping breath of her Aunt raising from her seat and huffing away from the table made Ginny break out in giggles. She had to rest her head down on the cloth because her body was convulsing with shaking laughter too hard to hold it up.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" Ron asked loudly.
When her head came up, she saw Ron and Hermione looking at his as though she'd gone mad. Harry though just looked... mad. Whatever. She'd long given up trying to make sense of him. And everything was just so funny right now. She'd finally scared off Great Aunt Bitch.
"Relax would you." She giggled. "I'm tired of everyone prying into my personal life, now I'm making damn sure they never think to again. And it feels fantastic!" She emphasized her point with a big drink of her wine glass.
"I think you've had enough." Hermione tried to take away her glass. When Ginny struggled to keep it, Hermione gave up and waved her wand, turning it from wine to water.
"How rude." Ginny gave her a fake scowl. There were plenty other bottles around for her to exchange her glass for. Hermione was just a party pooper. As she was reaching for the bottle on the table Hermione moved that away from her too. "Fine. I get it, I'll leave." She stood and had to grab on to Ron's chair to find her balance.
"Harry, would you mind helping Ginny back to her room?" Hermione nearly growled at him while scowling at Ginny.
"Ugh! You can't be serious!" Ginny scoffed. "Just because you lot aren't having any fun doesn't mean you have to stop the rest of us."
"GINNY." And angry voice called from behind her that had her freezing in her spot.
Shit. Shit. Shit. That bitch had tattled on her.
Her mum grabbed her above the elbow and spun her around. "What did you just say to Muriel?"
"What?" Ginny asked meekly. "I don't know what she said, but she'd just been asking about my personal life is all." Ginny leaned closer to her mum. "Think she might have had too much to drink." She told her only able to feign an attempt at telling her that quietly.
"I've just asked Harry to escort her back to her room." Hermione pipped up, ever the bloody girl scout.
"Thank you dear. I think that is a good idea." Her mum glared at Ginny, who pouted.
"Fine." She conceded petulantly and turned to exit the tent. She heard Harry dutifully follow in behind her. "I know how to get to my room." She called behind her, she could see it right in front of her for Merlin's sake. The marquee was only set up three hundred feet from the Burrow, it wasn't that hard. In fact, it was an easier walk back to the house than it had been to navigate through those tables and people.
"I know you do." He replied, catching her elbow when her heel dug into the grass and she listed slightly. "Just doing as asked."
"Urgh. Don't you ever tire of being a good little boy all the time." Ginny asked in a pout and pried her elbow out of his grasp and continued to the house. "I'm not even that drunk." She argued and pushed her way into the kitchen. "There. I'm in the house." She turned to him with a sweeping arm gesture and a mocking congratulatory tone.
"They said 'room'." He told her.
She'd never seen his eyes as dark green as they now appeared to her. There was something about the way he'd said 'room' that had given her pause to study him then. He took a step closer to her with the most serious of expression on his face. "So, let's get you to your room." Now she could smell it. He hadn't just been drinking ale all night. That was Firewhiskey on his breath. She inhaled deeply, savoring the cinnamon on his breath that she could almost taste on her tongue. He was drunk! Easily as drunk as she was. Boy, could he hold his liquor then.
He looked dangerous standing over her like that. But she wasn't scared, in fact it was causing a building warmth to pool between her legs.
She turned around and started heading in the direction of the stairs. This wasn't happening. She was imagining it. It had been far too long since she'd been shagged, and the wine was making her loopy. Maybe she should go to sleep.
She could feel him behind her as she ascended the stairs to the second-floor landing. With a slightly shaking hand she turned the knob to her room and the door swung in. She hadn't slept in this room for a few years, but it looked exactly as she'd left it. Sparse with an empty dresser and just the bed. Her mum had put fresh sheets on it though, probably figuring someone would be needing to sleep there.
No lamps needed to be lit with the amount of light resonating from the tent through the window.
"Okay." She gave a hard swallow and stepped fully into her room. "I'm in my room now. Good. Good job." She stuttered slightly.
The door shut behind her and she let out a little breath of disappointment. What she'd expected to happen she wasn't sure, but he'd gotten her a surprising amount of worked up. He hadn't had that effect on her in years, and back then it had all been in her mind.
"Yes." His voice came from behind her, inside the room, and caused her to jump and spin around.
"Y-yes?" She asked. They were alone in a room together. The last time they'd been alone in a room together had been-
Whoa! Don't think about the Chamber now! Now? Of all the times?
"Yes what?" She managed as he took a step closer to her.
"Yes. I do get tired of being a good little boy." He answered easily, but with an edge to his voice. "I get tired of everyone thinking that I'm the 'Golden Boy' and make only good decisions. Sometimes I want to make bad decisions." He stepped closer to her. "Sometimes I want to drink too much at a wedding and tell everyone to fuck right off in my own funny way." He said pointedly with a smirk she'd never seen appear on his face before. It looked good on him. "Sometimes I just want to make the terrible decision of getting a woman I want back to her room and see what else she likes do to besides tying up men and... ice cubing."
He stepped forward again so he was pressed against her front and she could feel how aroused he was. He was warm and smelled good and was making her nethers stir with screaming want.
"So." His hand went behind her to rest on the small of her back. "How drunk are you exactly?" The pressure he placed on her back increased slightly and she was pressed more firmly against him.
"You want me?" She breathed out.
He dipped his head and rubbed his nose against hers gently. Her eyes closed in an effort to amplify the feeling of his skin on hers. "Desperately." He answered quietly, his member twitched against her stomach.
It was probably going to turn out to be a bad idea. He was clearly drunk, but so was she. And, he was always awkward around her when sober, would them having a drunken shag make things any more awkward?
Ginny reached down to her thigh and sealed the door shut, silencing it as well and then casting a contraceptive charm on herself.
As soon as he heard her finish casting the contraceptive charm his mouth was on hers. Ginny gave no pause before matching his movements and letting out a satisfying hum. He held the back of her head and she could taste the cinnamon properly now as their tongues met. How had they not done this sooner? He groaned as she rocked herself against him, taking charge she walked him back to the wall and fit herself firmly against him, tangling her hands in his hair. She'd thought about what it would feel like to run her fingers through this hair and it was so much silkier than she'd imagined.
Everything was better than what she'd imagined. His lips were soft but firm as they claimed her own, his hands traveling down over her bum and kneading her there felt so much better. And his dick. Oh, she'd spent ages wondering over what his dick would be like. Would it be long? Short? Thin? Fat? Would it curve slightly or be straight? Was he uncut?
And how would it taste?
That last thought made her pull back from his mouth and blink at him. She wanted to taste him there.
Fumbling with the button on his trouser she felt his hands go to the zip on the back of her dress. From all she could feel of him pressed up against her belly he was well endowed, straight and thick with a good amount of length. She should have gotten drunk and alone with him sooner.
His trousers now loosened as he slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and it fell down her chest to catch on her arms. She reached behind her to release her strapless bra and tossed it behind her. He stopped her from making her next move of lowering to her knees when he turned them around, so she was pressed up against the wall. He pulled down on her dress so hard that there was a ripping noise and it bunched at her feet.
He grabbed at her mid-thigh forcefully and she couldn't help following the movement and wrapping her legs around him when he buried his face in her breasts. His breathy exclamation of 'Finally' had made her wonder a moment on his meaning, but then he was nuzzling and licking her there and it felt so good that her head fell back, and she rocked her pelvis against him again.
She whimpered as her body demanded more and rocked against him more aggressively.
He pulled her back from the wall and carried her to the bed, effectively tossing her down on it in just her knickers and heels while he stood before her fully dressed with only his trousers open and his tenting boxers poking out between the undone zipper.
He grabbed to pull off his tie first, eyes on her the whole time, and she scrambled to sit before him with her legs on either side of him, looking up at his face while she slowly pulled the waist of his boxers down over his erection. He let out a hiss as he was exposed to the air. She looked down at what lay directly in front of her and felt tingles all over herself as her assumptions of what she'd felt were confirmed. He was thicker and slightly longer than the toy she'd been using on herself these past few months. Her lower muscles clenched in anticipation of what would soon be buried inside her.
Not before her mouth had a chance to give a quick hello however.
Harry pulled his tie over his head and started hastily undoing the buttons on his shirt when she gripped him at the base and took what she could of him into her mouth. His hands fell to her head then, not to guide her, or force any movements on her part. "Fuck." Was all she could hear between the satisfied groans he was eliciting.
It had been too long since she'd done this. It wasn't a movement that her jaw was familiar with and it was protesting. She pulled back and tugged his trousers and boxers down to his knee and ripped the remainder of the buttons off his shirt then moved back on the bed to indicate to him it was time they both get horizontal.
Harry didn't need more than that. He pulled the rest of his clothes off quickly and pulled her heels off, climbing up her body and pressing his face into her knickers. Ginny let out a moan as he nuzzled her there and gasped when he gave her a soft bite to her cloth covered clit. He continued his nuzzling as his hands ran smoothly up her sides to her breast and he palmed them for only a moment before bringing his hands down and hooking a finger in her knickers on either hip and pulling them down her legs.
Ginny grabbed for his shoulders and pulled him back to lay on top of her, claiming his lips again while their bodies lined up perfectly. He gave her a deep kiss as his hand came between them and he grabbed himself, twirling his head against her slick entrance twice before pushing inside her slowly and completely.
It was her turn to let out profanity while she clutched at his arm and side attempting to adjust to the feeling of being so full. "Finally." He groaned again and buried his face in the crook of her neck, giving a few long licks and hard sucks as he began thrusting inside her.
The pressure of him on top of her and thrusting completely inside her was something she couldn't recreate herself. She hooked her legs around his knees and did what she could to meet his thrusts, her moans getting louder with ever slapping sound that resonated through the room at their joining. He was going back and forth between grabbing at her hip and clutching behind her shoulder to force them to meet in a harder movement.
The harder movements were making her cry out in pleasure, but when he switched to a grinding movement that put more pressure on her clit, she thought she was going to pass out from how good it felt. Her hands clutched at his bum, nails digging in to try and stop him from even considering a different movement. Her orgasm was growing inside her with every swirl of his hips. Proper brain function shut off as all focus went to making sure the feeling in her belly grew as much as possible before the inevitable shockwaves rocked her body.
He started licking and sucking at a spot under her ear and her walls began clenching around him. "Yes. Yes. Ye-" She cried out as her whole body spasmed and the wave crashed over her, her walls gripping his dick as hard as they could, pelvis rocking against his in a way meant to draw out the sensations for as long as possible.
It didn't register with her at that moment, but he must have been incredibly patient to give her a moment reprieve before he started thrusting inside her again with a building velocity. It had been so long since she'd last had sex and wasn't familiar with the feeling of being taken like this so soon after she'd cum. She was sensitive to every thrust, but not painfully so.
It felt wonderful.
She began building to another orgasm herself before he gave the unmistakable final jabbing thrusts of a man reaching his own climax. He collapsed on top of her and they lay there a sweaty panting tangle of limbs completely satisfied.
Ginny's head was still spinning slightly from the wine and she could have easily just snuggled into him and fallen asleep, but something was holding her in place as she gained control of her breathing again.
This was Harry Potter that had just shagged her. He was Ron's best friend and an honorary part of her family. Surely as drunk as he was, he wouldn't have just followed her dutifully to her room and shagged her like that with no thought behind it.
"Finally?" She asked aloud. He'd said it twice. "Why 'finally'?" Her head turned to look over at him.
He was already staring down at her when her eyes met his. The expression on his face was tender and conflicted. He gave a hard swallow. "I may have been wanting to do that for a long time."
"Get laid?" She asked shakily, trying to put an amused tone to her voice and not quite succeeding.
The slightly dazed look in his eyes cleared up and he shifted uncomfortably giving off the impression that he was going to get up. She grabbed at his arm to encourage him to stay where he was and continue talking.
"Do what, Harry?" She asked. "Me?"
He nodded slowly.
Her chest deflated at the surprise. "You've wanted to shag me? For how long?" The battle of thoughts in his brain was obvious to her through his expression and it didn't look like he was going to be able to give her a verbal answer. "Tonight?" He shook his head 'no' slowly. "A year?" His pause told her it was perhaps longer. "Since I joined the Harpies?" That had been five years ago, and she'd had a few pin-up style promotional photos taken that could have been what put the want for her in his head.
He let out a pained sigh. "Remember when Ron and I caught you and Dean?" He croaked.
'Dean?!' She wondered. When the hell had they. "No!" She got up on her elbows and stared at him in shock. "That was what? Eight years ago?"
He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.
"But then, why didn't you do anything before now? You've had loads of opportunities. Did you really think I'd turn you down?"
"What?" He asked in awe. "But. But I thought you'd moved on from, you know, that crush you had on me." His voice sounded so hopeful.
She couldn't help but laugh at that. "I don't still have a crush on you, no. Because I'm not a thirteen-year-old girl anymore, but I'm not blind either. I've always been attracted to you, I just worked at ignoring it because I figured it was never going to happen."
His eyes were wide regarding her. "But. So, you want me too?" He asked awkwardly.
"Is that why you were always so weird around me?" She asked abruptly.
His expression turned bashful. "Yeah. I, er, see. Every time I got close to you, I'd. Well, you smell really good, and you're. Um."
She tilted her head at him and then caught on with a gasp. "I'd what? Give you an erection?" His little half smile of a response was enough to send her into hysterics. "Oh Merlin! And you got shit faced tonight for the liquid courage to jump me, or was the opportunity just too good to pass up and you were liquored up enough to give it a go?"
"The drinking was due to your comment at the bar." He admitted with a laugh of his own. "Then after what you said to Muriel, I was bursting to get you alone, if Hermione hadn't have suggested it, I would have. I'd had enough liquid courage in me then."
"Huh." She lay back down beside him and cuddled up against him. "So... where you just hoping for a leg over, or..."
"Hoping for a little more than that." He admitted shyly.
It was amazing to her that she'd been making the Hero of the Wizarding World a shy, horny and awkward person for near a decade. "You were even awkward around me when you had girlfriends."
He lay back and looked up at the ceiling, apparently unable to look at her for this answer."Just because I'd resigned myself to seeing other people didn't mean I wasn't still ridiculously attracted to you."
She couldn't help nearly glowing with pleasure at that and hugging herself to him. "Well, you've got me now."
He embraced her and smiled into her hair and tugging her closer. "I'll try not to be awkward anymore." He joked.
"Don't you dare." She warned and her hand wandered between them to stroke him.
To the Ginny Lovers Discord group, this one checks off 'Burrow Smut' on the Bingo card :)