Prompt for this one- 'Smut on a broom'. Trying to keep this 'realistic'.
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Comet 180
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They were snickering and trying to hush each other as they crept down the stairs and through the kitchen out into the yard. Everyone had already gone to bed and they'd had to keep each other awake long enough to insure that everyone would be completely asleep before they snuck out.
They were acting like teenagers, but they felt like teenagers so that was fair. It was her parents house they were sneaking out of after all, and they were rather intoxicated.
But her parents house was the one that had the Comet brooms. Their house only had the Firebolt and Firebolt two. Neither of those brooms would have had the room for this.
At the broom shed he pressed her against the open door for a quick and thorough snog, rubbing her in all the right places that he knew were sure to get her going. She giggled against his lips though and he pulled back. Clearly Ginny was too giddy about this to be overly wanton right then. Harry himself couldn't help chuckling a bit too.
Sex on a broom.
He'd certainly enjoyed going for a few rides with her pressed right up against him, but they'd never tried to actually carry through with the act on a broom before. They'd always landed somewhere and taken care of each other on the safety that ground provided.
The brooms they'd been on too weren't meant for two people either, which was why they decided to 'borrow' one of the Weasley Family Comet brooms. They were larger, had a bigger footrest and more stability. It would be completely possible for Harry and she to get it on on a broom like that. But trying to think up a reason to borrow it and attempt this away from the Burrow they couldn't come up with.
That's why they waited until there was a family shindig that would give them the reason to stay the night.
Doing their best to muffle their laughter Ginny found the large family size Comet 180 that was almost twenty years old. It was at the back of the broom shed and didn't look to have been used since before Ginny had started Hogwarts. She cast a halfhearted cleaning charm on it to get the dust and cobwebs off and carried it around to the other side of the shed from the Burrow.
Ginny was wearing a long night shirt and nothing else, it had gotten rather chilly since the sun had gone down and she was shivering slightly. The dew settling in the grass at their feet wasn't helping stave the cold of from their skin either. The bottoms of his pajama's were getting damp and he was eager to be getting in the air soon as his socked feet were growing damp.
"Okay." She whispered and held the broom handle between her legs and gestured for Harry to jump on behind her.
He threw his leg over the wood and pressed himself right up against her, eager and excited to get this show on the road. The chill in the air was causing a bit of a delay in his usual show of excitement at the prospect of a shag. Once they were airborne though he was sure he'd be right where he needed to be.
They hadn't talked through just how they were going to do this, but there was no doubt in his mind that they both had the same position in mind. It would essentially be him taking her from behind while her legs were hooked behind his calves. Thinking about the position was getting him going nicely enough, he was beginning to stir as he kicked off from the ground and directed them towards the copse of trees beyond the makeshift Quidditch pitch.
Ginny had shifted backwards and leaned down closer to the broom, twirling her hips and chuckling a bit as she ground herself enticingly against him. Harry gripped the broom on either side of her torso, directing them between the branches and copied her movements as best he could.
It was a rather awkward angle to be holding the broom in though. He needed to bow his elbows out to get them around her middle. He was maneuvering between the branches and realized that this wasn't the best place for them to be when he tried this. "I'm going to pull up up above the tree's." He told her and aimed them upwards.
'Much better' he thought when they had only the night sky above and around them. He didn't have to keep swerving here.
Securing his feet in the holds he sat up, simply suspending them mid-air and ran his hands over her thighs and along her bum while she continued her movement with her hips. He pulled up the back of her night dress and she leaned down until she was flush with the wood.
"Hook your legs." He said getting very hard with her essentially presenting herself for him. He held on steady to her side while he took one of her ankles and positioned it how he'd expected her to be the most secure.
She was still shivering slightly, so was he. Neither of them had a wand on them though because they'd worried it would fall during the act, so he couldn't cast a warming charm on them.
His view of her derriere was a nice sight under the stars though, that was warming him up a bit. And the cold wasn't effecting his erection any more. He shifted around a bit to get it positioned properly, but her entrance was too close to the wood at this angle.
"I need you to hook your legs more securely against my thighs." He told her. She'd need to be sort of hovering about and inch higher if this was going to work.
"Mmkay." She said with some strain as she attempted to maneuver herself in the manner that he'd said.
Harry leaned back to grip the broom behind him with one hand and held onto her hip with the other and she essentially sat on him.
Huh, this was a lot harder than he'd fantasized it to be. Maybe he should have entered her while they were still on the ground? No. He could manage this. Currently his dick was pressed up against his belly between her cheeks, he needed to get it underneath her though.
"Okay. Maybe if I just." She started and pressed more weight on his calves to pull herself forward enough so he could straighten out his erection. He grabbed hold of himself once their was enough room between them and the broom listed to the right as he lost control for a minute. Ginny squeaked and rocked backwards.
"Oof." Harry let out as she was pressed back up against him firmly. It was lucky that he had angled himself how he had. If he was a little bit higher than her squeak would have been much, much louder. As it was he was now inside her correctly. He let out a anxious chuckle, that could have been very painful for both of them and ruined their night.
Ginny grunted again. "Okay." She said after a moment. Her heart must have calmed down after that little fright and she'd grown accustomed to him inside her now.
It was hard to move though. He couldn't quite get any thrusting movements. "Maybe if you just grind back against me?" He suggested.
She hummed in response, but it wasn't her usual 'I'm so hot right now' hum. It was the 'I'm concentrating and this is difficult' hum. Her torso was pressed hard against the length of the wood.
The twirling of her hips wasn't really doing it for him though. It still felt great to be inside her, but he needed more than that.
"Okay. What if I." He started and leaned down over top of her, straightening up his legs so he wasn't properly seated on the broom, but was more suspended with his weight on the footrests. His arms were gripping the wood just beneath hers, but at this angle he was able to rock into her.
"Oh! Yes." Ginny gasped. "That's good."
"Yeah." He grinned. This was working. He basically had her in a downward dog pose.
He managed to keep that up for a few minutes, their pants and grunts getting more intense as it usually did. His concentration on where the broom was going was no longer his priority though and neither of them had been paying attention to how they were drifting back towards the Burrow.
"You like that?" He grunted as his movements were starting to get rougher. He was feeling plenty warm now.
She moaned pleasurably in response.
There was a 'chink' sound and the foot hold on the right gave way. They both fell sideways, him slipping out of her with the fall, and each letting out surprised yelp. He managed to hold onto the broom, his left foot still locked into the other foothold and his knee bracing against the wood. Ginny too managed to grab hold with only her hand the other dangling, but her strangled cry meant he knew something was hurting her, and from the way her leg was trapped at an odd angle with her ankle between his leg and the broom he was sure she'd gotten injured.
He was good in panic situations though. He managed to right himself onto the broom and guide them towards the ground. Her ankle slipped and now she was dangling from just one hand. He gripped her at her elbow, but would have preferred it not be the arm that was already holding onto the broom. He couldn't reach the other though.
If he turned into a dive then it might cause her to lose her grip. They'd drifted out of the tree's though, that was a plus.
The pond!
He aimed for the pond in a slow descent and had reached the middle of it at a height of only about twenty feet before she lost her grip and fell into the water with a cry and making a loud splash.
Harry quickly guided the broom to the dock and set it down, quickly tucking himself back into his pajama bottoms as he reached the edge of the dock. "Ginny!" He called out.
She was awkwardly making her way to shore, sputtering and cursing. Her leg had to have been injured. He watched with a pained expression as she reached the reeds along the perimeter and limped out of the water.
Rushing around to help her the rest of the way out he was cursing their stupidity. That had not been an altogether pleasant experience. Why hadn't they just hovered their broom above their bed to try it out at least?
"Ginny. I am so sorry!" He started.
"Save it." She bit. She was in pain, and he'd dropped her from twenty feet in the air into frigid water. He'd be snarling like that too. Saving his voice he stepped forward and picked her up bridal style to carry her into the house. She didn't protest, she just buried her face in his neck and let out a whimper of pain.
Thankfully his Auror training had given him the upper body strength to manage he slight uphill that they had to travel to get back to the kitchen. He only had about two and a half stone on her. That wasn't a sizable difference.
Setting her down before the door to the house she leaned heavily on his shoulder as he maneuvered his wife to sit at the table.
Hermione was there waiting for them when they came in with crossed arms and a disapproving expression. Harry blushed under her gaze but said nothing as his friend cast a drying spell on the both of them.
"I. Uh." He started. "We."
"Mmhmm?" From the look on Hermione's face she had already figured out what happened. That or she'd seen it.
"I'm going to go grab my wand." Harry said and rushed towards the stairs, cursing himself silently the whole way. Ginny's wand was beside his on the nightstand in her childhood bedroom, he grabbed them both.
"Harry?" Molly came out of her room, right across the hall from Ginny's and Harry stopped short when she saw her. "Is everything alright?"
"Uh." He'd been adopted into the family ages ago, married to their youngest for two years now and lived through a war with this woman. He mean he was comfortable telling her that Ginny got hurt in some failed sexcapade though. "We went for a midnight fly and things went south." He could admit that much. "Ginny's ankle I think is twisted or broken." His face must have been tomato red by now. The lighting wouldn't show that too well, thank Merlin.
She straightened up immediately and pulled her wand from her house coat, rushing down the stairs.
"Ginny! You could have been hurt way worse than that. It wasn't safe." Hermione was scolding.
"Says the girl who freed and flew on a dragon." Ginny growled back, just loud enough to hear.
"What wasn't safe?" Molly asked. "Harry said you were going for a midnight fly?" She took up in front of Ginny, Hermione immediately moving out of the way and clamping her lips shut.
A few candles had been lit in the kitchen and Ginny turned bright red, her anger quickly giving way to embarrassment. Hermione and Ron had all with them at Grimmauld Place for a time and had seen and heard a few things they'd all rather not have over the years. He wasn't overly mortified about what she might have seen that night. Molly Weasley though. They didn't need her knowing the truth.
"Hermione doesn't think going for a midnight fly, particularly on the same broom, was a safe idea." Harry supplied.
There was a snapping noise and Ginny let out a shocked gasp and moan at her leg being righted.
"It was a break." Molly pursed her lip and went to the cupboard.
Harry rushed over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her as best he could to try and comfort her from the pain she was feeling. Ever the strong woman she was though she wasn't crying out about it, only a few tears rolling down her cheek. He kissed them away and then pressed his forehead against her temple. "I'm so sorry."
She sucked in a deep breath to steal herself against the pain from her injury. "Not your fault." She leaned her head slightly more against his. "At least you managed to get me to fall into the pond. It could have been worse."
Molly brought over some Skele-grow potion and forced it upon her daughter. Ginny drank it down dutifully.
"I'm afraid that old Comet 180 is a little worse for the wear now." Harry told his mother-in-law. "One of the footrests broke off it. That's how this happened." He told her with an apologetic smile.
She paused in her movements and turned to both of them. Harry could see her slipping from nurse-mom mode to skeptical and calculating mom mode. "Must have been a lot of weight you put on that to have it break off. Those are one of the sturdiest on the market, even given its age." Molly took up the pain relief bottle from the table and fed some of that to Ginny as well.
"Uhh." Harry floundered. He looked to Hermione, but she was smirking at him and wasn't going to be of any assistance. "I." He looked to his wife. The pain potion was calming her and she relaxed against his arm. Didn't look like she was going to help him either. "I don't know what to tell you." He said plainly.
Molly's eyes were bright and she chuckled at him. "I think you'll find that the Swiftstick is a better design for a 'midnight fly'."
Harry stared at her in shock as Hermione made a strangled and surprised sound before starting to giggle. "I think you'll find that disillusioning yourselves would help too." Hermione added.
He buried his face in Ginny's hair. He wished he'd been given some pain potion too so he'd be as loopy right now as she was.
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There is no way that shagging on a broom wouldn't wind up with someone getting hurt.
My God, could you imagine if someone got a sliver?!