AN- Claiming the 'Room of Requirement' Bingo Smut tile.

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Curses and Cravings

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For years she'd been dealing with it. Three years of taking care of things herself ever since... it happened. It had been so confusing and frustrating for that first little while. And it was because it had happened when she was so young that she just wasn't prepared. Her mum hadn't warned her, her dad hadn't warned her.

Oh lord, she could only imagine her father trying to talk to her about such things. He'd no doubt had to talk to her brothers, but he probably thought it was a Weasley male specific problem. Her brothers probably thought it was a Weasley male specific problem too.

Well it wasn't.

And she hadn't understood exactly what was going on with her until she was fourteen.

Fourteen!

That stupid letter should have arrived when she was twelve. At twelve she could have been mentally prepared. But she had been thirteen when it started and had seven months of confusion and frustration before the letter arrived.

It had been her Aunt Muriel's owl that delivered it. It didn't appear that her aunt had opened it, thank Merlin for that. It would have been entirely embarrassing if she knew anything about the female side of the Weasley Curse.

Well, it was a curse at the time, but surely it wouldn't be forever. At some point down the line it would be very beneficial. She was hoping it would be some point very soon too.

Until then though...

Oh, those first two years she'd found herself rather embarrassed by it all. Trying to find moments of privacy to take the edge off. This past year though... well. It had been difficult not to give into her urges when she'd been with her boyfriends. I mean, they were right there. They might not have been able to take care of her completely, but she could have given them some tips and they might have gotten her there eventually.

See, the thing with Weasley's is that they were... well. They were a randy lot.

It was by chance that she'd overheard the twins talking about how their father had brought it up with them. The men with Weasley blood were apparently even more sexually charged than the others in their dorm room. Ginny's eyes had gone wide when she heard just how often teenage boys felt the urge to wank. Once or twice a day. Apparently the twins had a little competition between the two of them for most wanking sessions they could reach in a day and it amazed Ginny that they hadn't wound up in the Hospital Wing with dehydration issues. Low sodium at least.

She'd been about to turn fourteen when she'd overheard that. It was when they were all stuck at Grimmauld Place. That had been a very frustrating time for her on so many levels.

The first was because though she was expected to help out with all the Order efforts she was still not allowed to know what exactly was going on. The second because she had to be around Ron, Harry and Hermione without being included in their little group, again. The third because she had to share a room with Hermione when she couldn't cast silencing charms around herself and take care of things.

Because, no. Weasley men were not the only one affected by the curse that made them all randy as all hell.

No one had mentioned it to her personally; it was only in this letter that was written for the next Weasley female born to the family. And it was passed down to each first born of the next generation until there was a Weasley female to give it to. So it was all in Ye Olde' English as well. Though, she did have to hand it to Jemima Weasley, for a lady in her time she sure did have a way with her quill. After Ginny had deciphered exactly what it was she had been trying to tell her descendant about men and masturbatory practices she'd gotten quite the chuckle out of it.

After she'd started dating Michael Corner she'd felt a little more empowered and it didn't embarrass her to think about how she needed to take off the edge. Her dorm mates had all started doing it too. Not that she saw! No, it had just been a little obvious to her. They hadn't quite gotten the handle on the cleaning charms and when she was getting ready in the morning and they would pull back the curtains she could smell it. They'd all got the silencing charms down though.

There was no way she was going to let Michael take care of her needs though. He wasn't capable of snogging her properly. His kisses could be equated to being licked by an eager dog.

Dean, well Dean had been too gentle with her. She grew frustrated from his lack of passion. She'd felt his erections, she knew he wanted her, and one time she had even pressed herself up against his boner, and it had felt amazing, but still they didn't do more than a bit of heavy petting before she'd ditched him. And, there was always that nagging reason for not going further with them than her blood was telling her to.

And it was because of Him, the other reason being at Grimmauld Place for the summer she turned fourteen had been so frustrating; Harry had been there. She couldn't wank and her usual go to image while she was doing it was around her all the time, always smelling and looking so good. God, those eyes.

She grew entirely angry when she was all riled up and it was amazing that she hadn't blown someone's head off, or jumped Harry right there. Just yanked him into one of the loo's and demanded that he shag her. Or just finger her that would have been good too. Urgh, who was she kidding, just a single look from him would have had her combusting on the spot. If he'd looked at her then like he'd been looking at her lately she would have soaked right through her knickers.

He'd been staring at her a lot lately. She could feel his eyes on her and it was because of that that she'd been needing to slip away more than usual.

Jemima Weasley mentioned this part too. The fire that she would feel burning within herself, the urge to take a lover should that lover be the one she'd been pining for. How that fire would need to be smothered by her own hand lest she be ruined before her wedding night.

Well fuck that.

She'd been single for over a month now and Harry had been staring at her every time she was in his eye line. She could feel his eyes on her. Not just her face either, on her breasts and her bum, on her hair. She'd caught him staring at her hands when they were getting ready for Quidditch practice. She may have been doing some slight up and down stroking movements with her broom handle at the time, but that boy had been mesmerized.

If something didn't happen between them soon she was going to implode, and she couldn't trust him to work up the courage to do anything. Fighting against Death Eaters and Dark Lords, yes, no problem, just tell him when and where and he was ready to go. Telling her he wanted her, nope sorry, much too occupied looking for a rock large enough to hide under.

Well, time's up Potter.

She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to corner him and get him to admit he wanted her, and then they were going to bloody well do something about it.

She knew where he was most likely to be. He wasn't with Ron and Hermione who were in the Quidditch stands doing some revising and pretending they didn't want to jump each other, so he was probably on the seventh floor mildly stalking Malfoy again. It was after classes now and she'd just gone for a fly to attempt to work off some extra energy, which hadn't worked. Now she was just sweaty and horny.

Locking her broom up in the change room for tomorrow's game she made her way up towards the room of requirement. Once she reached the hallway she took a good look around. There didn't seem to be anybody there, didn't mean she was alone though. She hadn't seen Harry's invisibility cloak, but knew it existed.

As she approached the portrait of Barnebus the Barmy she shrugged off her cloak and made a show of rolling her neck to work out the kinks, moaning slightly at how nice it felt. As she started pacing back and forth she pulled her shirt out from where it was tucked in her trousers and pulled the hair tie out of her hair so it would tumble down her back.

For a while she'd been playing with the idea of cutting it short, but from how often she'd caught Harry admiring its length she was glad she hadn't given in to that urge.

The door appeared for her and she went to it, grasping the knob she opened it slightly and cast a look over her shoulder. There had been no sound save for the distant noise of feet moving several corridors away. "I'll leave this open a crack for thirty seconds before I close it, Harry." she said to the empty corridor before going inside.

The room had changed into a comfortable sitting room with a large change room style shower off to one side. There were three large couches along two different walls and a study table beside a bookshelf. The rug beneath her feet was plush and she kicked off her shoes and socks immediately. It felt so nice to let her bare feet breathe. She'd tossed her cloak over the back of a chair before the door closed behind her. Leaning back against the table she braced her hands on the sides while she crossed her legs and raised an eyebrow at the air in front of the closed door, waiting for him to appear.

And he did, looking sheepish and giving her a shy smile. "Am I that predictable?" he asked.

"You're that obsessed." she smirked.

He twisted his lips slightly and took a look around the room. "A shower?" he stared at it a moment, then looked back at her with a bit of red creeping up his neck.

"Must have been an underlying thought. I did just come off the Quidditch Pitch." she fibbed. "Rather hot at the moment." Rather burning with the intensity of wanting him on top of her, or her on top him she wasn't picky.

"Right." he shuffled his feet awkwardly, his eyes falling to her button up shirt, one she'd used a slight shrinking charm on. Her breasts were growing in rather nicely.

"That's the cloak, is it?" she gestured to the silvery material in his hand and went towards him reaching out to run the silky fabric between her fingers. "Hmm. Feels lovely."

"Yeah." he said quietly. "Lovely."

Raising her eyes to him she took in the subtle signs of exhaustion and wear that had been becoming more pronounced over the year. She knew he was doing lessons with Dumbledore and was more worried than ever about Tom Riddle and how he'd been turning their world to shit. "You're looking worn out Harry." she worried. "Have you not been sleeping?" she wanted to run her fingers down the side of his face, trace her thumb under his eyes gently.

"I'm fine." It was his go to response. He'd been through some awful times, there were so many terrible situations he could be in that would be 'fine' by comparison. She wanted to make him feel brilliant; forget about all his problems for a few hours.

"Of course you are." he was staring at her lips now. Slowly she gave them a little lick before biting her lower one. She could swear his eyebrows went up in intrigue slightly and his iris's darken minutely behind his glasses. "I haven't been fine though."

His eyes shot up to hers. "What? Why?" the concern in his voice was heart-warming. "Is someone giving you a hard time? Or is it just OWL stress?"

She gave a small shoulder shrug. "I guess you could call it boy trouble."

The lines in his forehead deepened as he frowned. "Is someone bothering you? I can give them a talking to." he offered, sounding defensive of her.

She smiled at the offer. "It is bothering me a bit. But only because he always seems to be staring at me. Pretty sure he'd like to do something more than stare, but he doesn't seem capable." she could feel the heat coming off of his body with how closely they were standing. No doubt he could feel it too.

"Did- do you want him to do something? I mean. You just broke up with Dean." he seemed torn between wanting to stay where he was and wanting to take a step back and gain some distance between them.

She didn't know if he was being clueless or disbelieving. She took the cloak out of his hands and put it over the chair behind her. "I was really just passing time with Dean. He's a nice enough bloke, but there wasn't exactly anything to 'get over'." she kept her eyes on his. He had to know now, had to realize.

"So, what are you going to do about this other guy then?" his Adam's Apple bobbed once and she swore she saw a tremor run through his arms before he placed his palm against his jeans.

"Figured I'd start with getting him alone in the Room of Requirement and see what happened." his eyes darted around the room and he nodded. "Harry." he looked back at her. "You've been staring at me a lot lately."

He looked to shrink in on himself in embarrassment, the red on his neck creeping up to his cheeks. "Sorry."

Awe, he's adorable. He looked like a puppy that had just been scolded. And he still wasn't catching on. "Don't be." she said easily. His eyes shot up to hers again in surprise. "I kind of like it."

His face lit up slowly, he wasn't allowing a smile to come to his lips though. "Really?"

She grinned at him. "Really." she purred. His jaw slackened at her tone. Stepping forward she took his hands in hers, noting that his palms were a little sweaty. "Now, are you going to do something about it?" She was wanton and she was nearly out of patience.

He let out a huff of air. "Like. Like what?"

Ginny couldn't help her grin turning slightly predatory at his innocence. Stepping forward so their chests were pressed together she wrapped his arms around her herself and went up on her toes to nuzzle her face against his cheek until her mouth was by his ear. "What do you want to do about it?" She pressed herself more firmly against him, her hip was against his pelvis and she felt him stirring there. She desperately wanted to know just how big he got.

His hands bunched at the bottom of her top in his fight for some self-control. She didn't want him to exercise any control though, so she rocked her hip against him slightly and his whole body swayed forward against her letting out a soft moan. "Ginny." He whispered.

She rubbed her nose against his cheek, moving so their lips grew closer and closer together. "Yes Harry?"

"I- I can't." he swallowed.

She leaned back from him in surprise. "You can't?" she asked astounded. "I basically throw myself at you, and you say you can't?"

He pulled his hands back to his sides, but she didn't let her grip on him go. "I just." he started. "I'm sorry for staring at you. I didn't realize I was doing it."

That was a blatant lie. She knew it was. He was just doing his noble thing and trying to 'protect her'. Well fuck that. "And this?" She removed one of her hands from his hip and placed it between them, cupping his erection firmly. He gasped and instinctively thrust into her hand, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. "Did you realize this was happening?" She rubbed him there enjoying the sound of his soft moan.

She found herself squirming; wanting to press herself against what her hand was cupping, grind herself against it. But he was barely managing to keep himself from pulling away now, she didn't want to scare him off, no matter how much the fire burning inside her was telling her to do it.

"Ginny." his head came up abruptly and he took a step back from her, struggling to regulate his breathing. "We. We can't do this."

"Because you don't want to?" she challenged.

He seemed at a loss for words. His eyes were wide and his jeans were straining. He wanted her alright, but fine, she wasn't going to push. She was going to play.

"Alright Harry." she took her own step back. "I'll leave you alone." her hand came to the top button on her shirt. "I won't stop you from leaving right now. Guess I'll just have to focus my energy on something else." her hand moved down to the second then third button. "Sorry I read everything wrong."

"Wha-what are you doing." he was mesmerized as her shirt gave way to reveal more of her skin.

"Figured I may as well take a shower now. I mean," she finished the final button and pulled her shirt down her arms so she only had her bra on. "You 'can't'. I get it. You won't mind if I just carry on with my evening." she was cross, of course, but she wasn't just going to throw in the towel.

Turning around she placed her shirt on the table and popped the button on her trousers, pulling down the zip slowly and shimmying the trousers down over her hips slowly and letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. Trying not to be too overly seductive about it she bent down to pick them up and placed them on the table as well. Turning around she simply stood before him in just her bra and knickers for a moment.

He looked to be having difficulty breathing. He was simply staring at her body with a slack jaw. She felt victory though with where his hand was. He was unconsciously stroking himself as he stared at her, the sight of that made her hand twitch. She'd love to be touching herself right then. Have him drop his jeans and boxers and keep on stroking himself while she did the same to herself as they both watched each other.

As it was she simply cocked her head at him and licked her lips again. "Did you ever think about this while you were staring at me?"

His eyes were glazed over and his hand kept making small slow and steady movements. "Think of what?" He breathed.

He didn't realize what he was doing at all, she mused feeling more empowered than ever. "Me standing in front of you nearly naked while you took yourself in hand." she asked demurely.

His hand stopped.

"Oh. Don't stop on my account. I was just wondering if I should start."

"St-start?" he stammered.

"Mhmm. Just because you say you 'can't' doesn't mean I can't." she let her hands graze down her sides and start stroking the front of her thighs, working their way slowly inwards to her center. She hummed as the base of her thumb rubbed against her sex.

Harry was slowly stepping towards her in a daze. "I'm dreaming." he muttered to himself.

"Yes." she told him and rubbed the fingers of one hand over her clit as the other teased her entrance through her knickers. "What do you normally do when you dream about me?"

His eyes on her were getting her going faster than she thought they ever would. And he was caving in to his wants and needs. His determination was fading with every stroke of her fingers. She wanted them to be his fingers though. He was right in front of her. She could have reached out and taken him in hand easily. His eyes were transfixed on what her fingers were doing though. It was almost too much for her.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her, still not touching her at all. She could feel his hot breath panting out against her thighs. Her fingers circled around her clit faster and her bum pressed back against the table, trying not to let herself fall back on it.

The familiar feeling of her finish was coming over her; the fire raging in her belly was growing. She couldn't keep her eyes open any more as her insides clenched and she cried out. Her fingers slowed their movements until they stopped all together. She was still feeling the need for another go, but Harry was also still kneeling in front of her. His hand was on himself again she realized. He'd popped the button on his jeans and had himself properly in hand now, stroking himself furiously.

She'd never seen a boy wank before. It looked like it should have hurt with how fast he was moving his hand up and down. It was her turn to be mesmerized.

"So. Wet." he panted out.

"You make me wet." she told him boldly.

Harry groaned in response and his head came forward. Ginny removed her fingers quickly as his mouth connected with her sex and she let out a loud moan of her own. He was essentially snogging her clit through her knickers. His lips and tongue were working frantically and she couldn't help bucking against him. It felt so fucking good.

He let out an almighty groan as his tongue delved into her entrance as far as the cotton material allowed. He must have been moving it in time with his final strokes. She couldn't help but whimper though. If he wasn't going to finish her off because he'd reached his own climax-. But both his hands came to her hips and he lifted her up so her bum sat on the table, then pushed her back down to lay flat before hooking his fingers under her knickers and ripping them off her and burying his face in her once more.

"Yes!" she cried out loudly and ground herself against his mouth. She didn't know how it was he knew how to do this and didn't rightly care at the moment. Maybe Cho Chang taught him, maybe he'd read a manual, either way he was doing a fucking marvelous job. Her clit was already sensitive; his tongue stroking firm circles against it was absolutely perfect. He pushed a finger into her and moaned as she bucked at the feeling. Her hips were twirling as the sensation in her belly came again.

The fire crashed over her and she cried out his name and fisted her hands in his hair, trying to encourage his movements to continue.

Harry stood then and pulled his shirt over his head. Ginny's eyes snapped open and she took in his form. He was skinny, sure, but there was a subtle sign of muscles developing there. His shoulders were nice and broad. Her eyes closed again as he began kissing his way up her body, starting where her hips and pelvis met and trailing up to her hip, across her stomach and stopping at her bra.

"Off." he demanded simply.

That single word had her lust returning full force. Give the boy a little and suddenly he's found his confidence. If she was going to give him everything, she wasn't going to do it on a table. Wishing it were a softer surface she found herself falling an inch or so and sinking onto something softer.

Harry pulled back from her and they both took a look at the table that had now turned into a bed.

"God I love this room." Harry murmured and pawed at her bra. His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them before. Sneaking a peak down further she saw he had returned to full mast. She scooted back on the bed and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra and pulled it down her arms, tossing it to the floor.

She felt his erection bob against her leg as moved himself over her and nuzzled into her breasts. All of these sensations she was feeling from his weight on her to his mouth that was now kissing every part of her soft mounds her could manage and his hand coming under her to grip her bum, it was making her dizzy with desire. He worked his way up to her neck and she hooked her feet on the inside of his calves as their pelvises met.

Harry kissed up her jaw before raising himself over her.

They stared at each other. They were really doing this. She could feel his length at her entrance. He was making these tiny thrusting movements and trailing his length along her slit. His eyes were still half understanding of what he was doing and half desperate to continue.

Ginny was just desperate for him to be inside her. She was desperate to feel him stretching her out and making her feel fuller that she'd ever been in her life.

"I'm not dreaming, am I." his eyes searched her.

She rocked against his erection and closed her eyes for a second as she gave a purr. "I'll tell you after."

He moved his hand to grip himself between them and guided his bulbous head to her entrance. He held it there and she savored the pressure she was feeling from it. It was going to feel delicious to have that monster inside her. She bit her lip and twirled her hips, enjoying the moan that he gave her.

He nuzzled his nose on her cheek then trailed his soft lips along her skin until they were pressed against her own. She responded to his kiss greedily. She'd been dreaming about her first kiss with him for ages. Never would she have imagined her lips would be the last place that he'd wind up kissing her. His mouth was marvelous. His tongue darted out and caressed her own as he started pushing himself inside her.

She gripped his hips as he began making small thrusting movements going minutely deeper inside her with each thrust. She as feeling so full already and he hadn't even bottomed out yet. The sensation was amazing. It was making her lose control of herself, her head fell back and her back arched at the invasion. He was long and thick and she was glad she'd cum twice before they attempted this, otherwise she might not have been wet enough, or relaxed enough, to take him.

At the rate he was going she was going to cum again before he was all the way in. It had to be having his weight on top of her that was adding to it. She felt herself reaching her climax again already.

Sure enough she cried out and her insides clamped down around him like a vice. She barely registered his shuddering breath on her cheek as her walls fluttered around him.

She relaxed back against the bed. He'd paused his movements. His wank must have given him some kind of super human control that she didn't have. This had to have felt as amazing to him as it did to her. Opening her eyes she saw he was simply staring at her, no longer thrusting.

"Did you?" she started to ask in confusion. Why wasn't he trying to reach his own finish? He was still rock hard inside her. Had she done something wrong?

"You weren't a virgin?" he asked. There was a touch of hurt in his voice.

Oh. She felt the heat rise to her face. He thought that because she wasn't in pain that it wasn't her first time. He wanted to be her first. She couldn't help grinning. "I was." she promised him. "I just," she bit her lip. "I didn't have a hymen, and um. You'd rather gotten me ready for you."

"You were?" he didn't seem sure if he believed it.

Ginny moved herself in small up and down movements as she stared in his eyes. "Us Weasley's are a randy lot, Harry. The number of times I've had to take care of things myself. I swear, you're the only one who's so much as seen me in my bra." She watched as her movements were causing his eyes to roll back in his head.

He braced himself on his elbow beside her head and gripped her hip with his other hand. "Just me." he grunted and started thrusting again in bigger movements this time.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Ginny cried out. "Yes. Just you. I've been waiting for you." The feeling of his erection sliding in and out of her properly was fantastic. Finally she felt him being fully sheathed inside her and his rhythm was picking up. He seemed to be very happy with the fact that she had been saving herself for him alone.

His breath was coming out ragged as he lost control and began taking her faster. His head was buried in her neck and her hands came up under his arms to grip his shoulders as she matched his movements. When was fully inside her he hit this spot that made her moan out every time.

His thrusts turned to jabs as she was about to let go a fourth time. "Yes! Fuck Harry, Yes!" She nearly screamed as his movements turned rough.

He let out a loud groan as he spilled himself inside her. His movements slowed, but she was so close.

She rolled them over and sat up, grinding her hips to twirl his waning erection around inside her as she rubbed her clit furiously in search of her release. "YES!" The fire in her belly collected in her center and shot through her entire body in the best release she'd ever had.

She collapsed sideways on the bed panting and wishing that sensation could have lasted so much longer. If it did though, she'd probably have a heart attack. Her blood was pumping furiously through her veins and it was impossible to bring her breathing back to normal for near a full minute.

"Holy fuck." Harry panted and gave a loud gulp of air. "Holy fuck." he repeated.

If she could have managed to find her voice then she would have returned the sentiment. Instead she untangled her legs from his and crawled over to tuck herself against his side, resting her head on his arms.

"Best dream ever." he sighed.

Ginny smiled against his side and gave him a kiss to his ribs. "Do you really dream of me often?"

"Yeah." he answered instantly. She felt him stiffen slightly then. "But. This wasn't-"

"No." she shook her head. "This wasn't a dream. I got tired of waiting for you to make a move." she murmured and snuggled closer to his side. Four orgasms seemed to have satiated her craving for now.

He ran a hand through her hair. It felt wonderfully soothing as he repeated the movement. "So, you wanted to be with me too? But. I thought. I mean. Hermione said."

Ginny groaned in frustration. Of course Hermione had something to do with his reluctance. That girl thought she knew everything, but she was an idiot when it came to relationships. "If Hermione really knew anything about this kind of thing, don't you think she would have jumped Ron by now?"

Harry rolled onto his side to face her; she had to move back slightly to accommodate him. "We just had sex." he stated with eyes wide in wonderment.

"Yes." she chuckled. "And now we're laying here in the afterglow without a stitch of clothing on us."

His eyes trailed down her body. "You're naked. And we just had sex. In the room of requirement."

"It's about time it was put to good use." It was entirely amusing to her how amazed he was about this. She had had the advantage of knowing she was going to try and seduce him. If he'd suddenly cornered her and been the one to put the moves on her then she might be the one in shock. "You, er. You don't regret it already, do you?"

"What?!" his eyes locked on hers again. "Regret it? No." he shifted himself closer to her so they were pressed against each other again. "Not at all. I'm just... amazed. You are literally my wet dream." he colored at his admission.

"And," she took a deep breath. "Was it your first time too?" she didn't know all that he'd gotten up to with Chang, they hadn't been going out long but then again he and she weren't going out at all.

He looked confused. "When have you ever seen me with anyone?" he seemed close to laughing at the idea. As though the prospect of him having had relations in the past was ludicrous.

"Uh... Cho?" she reminded him.

"Oh! Oh, right. I'd forgot."

Ginny could help her giggle of delight at that. It subsided immediately when Harry tentatively put his hand on her waist. "I really only kissed her once, and it wasn't very good." he stared at his hand as it moved slowly up to her chest.

Her body was starting to hum again under his hand. "And kissing me?" she asked.

"Amazing." He ducked his head down and captured her lips, rolling them over so he could deepen the kiss. "I can't believe-" he pulled back and studied her face in awe.

"That's much better than simply saying 'I can't'," she teased.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "you shot that to shit didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" she feigned innocence. "You could have left. I would have just had to take care of myself in the shower."

"You stripped down right in front of- you take care of yourself in the shower?" he cut himself off from his own argument.

She grinned and nodded. "The shower," she kissed his jaw, "my dorm bed. Pretty much anywhere I can find the privacy for it." She felt him growing against her leg again. The stamina of a sixteen-year-old boy was fantastic. "Don't tell me you haven't ever had to sneak off to take," she rocked her hips against him. "care of things."

"Yeah, but." he moaned slightly and thrust himself against her hip. "I didn't think girls were, well, as randy as guys."

"Weasley family curse. Literally. I probably want it more than you."

"Wait." he pulled back from her. "That's real? Ron told me, but I thought he was just messing around and coming up with excuses. He's constantly- oh. Really?" he seemed intrigued now. "So you are constantly-"

"Randy." she purred. "You've no idea." she pulled his head down to kiss him again. He pressed himself down on top of her again and settled between her legs. "You interested in helping me out with that?"

He kissed her deeply in response and grasped himself and pushed inside her again, both of them letting out satisfied groans. "As many times as you want me to."

"Oh, I want to feel like this all the time." She grabbed his arse and urged him to give it to her faster. "I quite liked you using your mouth on me as well."

He moaned in her ear. "You tasted better than I'd imagined."

"Your tongue is incredible." her knees locked harder around his legs encouraging his sharp thrusts.

"What about this?" He gave her a long slow thrust. "Is this incredible too?"

Oh yeah, he was certainly feeling comfortable and confident around her now, she thought with great pleasure. "No, it's fucking fantastic. I've been dreaming about you inside me for ages."

"You think about me when you touch yourself?" he panted.

This was turning him on, Ginny thought with glee. "I only think about you when I touch myself, wishing it was you touching me instead. Thinking about me touching you." his thrusts grew frantic. "Thinking about what it would be like to take you in my mouth."

"I thought about all the different positions I'd want to take you in." Harry grunted out. "One time we were in the library and you'd reached up to get a book off a high shelf and I'd just come up behind you and you were all eager for it."

"I would be all eager for it." she panted. She was reaching her finish again. She cried out again, quickly followed by him.

He collapsed on top of her. "So. Are we. I mean." Harry found his voice after coming down from his high a few minutes later and rolling off her to pull her to his side again. "We're together now?"

Ginny had been dozing and feeling marvelous, but that had a weight settling in her stomach. She knew he had a lot of his plate; maybe he didn't have time for a girlfriend. "We. We don't have to be if you don't," she started unsure of herself. Just because they'd both given in to their urges didn't mean he had to feel obligated to her. She could live with the idea of simply being who he came to to 'relax'.

"I want to be with you." he told her honestly. "And I'd be pretty devastated if you found yourself another boyfriend."

Warmth radiated though her and she cuddled harder against him. The feel of his naked body against hers was a dream all in itself. "But you're worried."

His hand went to her hair again and he began running his fingers through it repetitively. "It's just; you're already a target as it is, being a Weasley, and I. I just don't want to make anything worse for you."

"So, are you wanting to keep 'us' a secret, or push me away after today?" She needed to know. She didn't want either of those options, but she'd take being his secret if it meant she could be with him like this from time to time.

"Would you think me a prat if I say secret?" she could hear the worry in his voice.

"No," she smiled in relief "I'll be your secret." She felt him let out a breath he'd been holding. "Now then." she sat up. "Before we both wind up falling asleep I really do need a shower now." her thighs were deliciously sore, but also rather coated from their activities.

Climbing off the bed she heard him scramble off it behind her as they headed to the other side of the room towards the showers.

AN- Quick and OoC, but still smut, so it counts.