AN- This is a paired piece to go with the third chapter from this Compilation of Hinny series. Please go back and read 'Creamed Potato' for a nice little refresher. It wasn't a long one, basically Harry needs a wank because he watched Ginny mashing potatoes and the hand gestures were suggestive in his teen brain.

I've been asked to take a swing at Ginny's POV.

Claiming this one as the DIY smut on the Bingo Card. Deadwoodpecker and Cheerful_Clatter, this is for you, hope I did it justice.

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Content With Teasing

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She wasn't entirely sure when it had started. He hadn't paid much attention to her before her fifth year for sure, easily lumping her in with the rest of the school population, despite all her best efforts.

It had grown rather obvious that she wasn't being lumped in with everyone else anymore. The number of times she'd felt his eyes on her, needing to look over at him and confirming that it wasn't simply her imagination, sure enough, yep, he was looking.

He'd been looking more and more. She'd even stood a little out of sight and watched as he searched for her a few times.

Ginny didn't quite know what to do with the fact that he was paying her more attention. She had a boyfriend after all.

A boyfriend that she'd only really gotten as a distraction from the fact that Harry hadn't been at all interested.

Now he was though.

She'd spent too long trying to get over him to let herself get overly excited about him simply looking at her now to let all her progress mean nothing. Perhaps he simply liked her hair, or maybe it was a kind of pitying look. He had forgotten that she'd been possessed in her first year, and he could have simply been trying to make up for it by paying a certain amount of attention to her now.

So, she'd begun testing him. Seeing what his reaction would be to things that she did.

For instance; she'd worn her skirt shorter than usual and without her stockings to see if he'd get that dopey look on his face that guys get when a girl shows skin, which he did. That in itself wasn't enough though. There were a few boys that she caught staring at her legs, including her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Dean thought the extra show of skin was for his benefit and took the opportunity to run his hand up her thigh at breakfast.

Ginny had also seen the Golden Trio entering the Three Broomsticks on the last Hogsmeade visit and made sure to let Harry catch her snogging Dean again. Harry's furrow-browed expression displayed his contempt for what he was seeing, but that could have been because he saw himself as a brother figure to her, and simply didn't want to see it.

What really tipped her off that he was fancying her though was when she took up in a seat by him in the library one evening. Ron and Hermione were off on Prefect duties and she'd simply slid onto the bench beside him and started in on her assignments. Every few minutes she would move… suggestively. It was subtle, a deep breath to puff out her chest here, a raking of her fingers through her hair there, a slight moan as she worked a kink in her neck. She had Harry shifting uncomfortably in his seat and she'd felt victory.

He was certainly not watching her out of some obligation.

After that, well, she started intentionally torturing him a bit.

He had made her feel left out and rejected for several years after all. She could have been his and getting up to all sorts of dirty and nefarious things in broom cupboards for ages now, but he'd made her wait and watch while he pined after Cho bloody Chang, so it was his turn.

She would only be able to keep it up for so long.

Dean really was a nice guy, and she didn't want to string him along, she also didn't exactly recoil at his touch either. He was a really good introduction into a dating life. Michael she'd barely even held hands with, so she didn't count him as a proper boyfriend. But Dean though. It felt really good to snog him. He'd been putting a bit of pressure on her to go further with their relationship than she was prepared to, however. He wanted to put his hand under her shirt and skirt, and those were milestones she had someone else in mind for. Dean also wanted her to touch him, but she didn't.

No, if she was going to put her hand on a boys erection, under or over clothes, for the first time she wanted it to be the one that was subtly being hidden from her in the library two weeks ago. Harry had tried to hide it, but she'd managed to catch a look at the outline of it in his trousers.

That was the one she wanted to touch.

Her thoughts of him had all started out very innocent several years ago. Now though, particularly with all this teasing she was doing to gauge his reactions, now her thoughts of Harry weren't quite so pure.

That was what had led to her doing what she did.

Since they'd been back at the Burrow for the Christmas Holiday the two of them had been required to pass dangerously close to each other on the stairs, sit beside each other during meals and in the sitting room, and every time she was able to subtly touch him she would take the opportunity. Every time it would send a thrill through her and she'd imagine them touching in several different provocative ways.

This right now was by far the most blatantly provocative she'd done around him, and her own desire was swirling around inside her as she caught how Harry was forcing himself to look away, but unable to do so for long. Her family was oblivious, they simply wrote it off as her helping out her mum. But she'd never been so determined to make the mashed potatoes nice and creamy and continue moving her hand up and down in such a steady rhythm.

Managing to keep the knowing smirk off her face was much harder than maintaining her hand movements. Harry was almost breaking out in a sweat across the table from her, and when he excused himself, she saw how his body had reacted. If his shirt was just a little bit shorter she would have been able to see the head of his erection poking out through the waist band of his pajama bottoms where he'd tucked it.

And seeing that nearly made her break out in a sweat.

As soon as he was out of the room, she moved the pot of mashed potatoes to the counter, it was about to have resembled potato soup if she'd gone at it for any longer, and ducked out of the room as well.

The door to the bathroom was closing ahead of her when she ascended the stairs and she headed for it. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected to happen if she knocked on the door, but the shower was running by the time she'd reached the landing and she froze, unsure what to do.

The sound of the curtain being pulled back and a groan from Harry was heard.

A smile tugged at her lips when she made the connection that he'd needed a cold shower to cool down from her teasing.

There was another groan though, this time it sounded like her name. Ginny sucked in a breath and her mouth fell open. There was a small and consistent slapping noise and a few more hushed groans from inside the bathroom.

He was wanking! He was saying her name and wanking in the shower!

She heard a few expletives coming out of his mouth and simply stayed where she was, rooted to the spot outside the door, desperate to hear more, silently begging that he say her name a few more times. She was already rubbing her thighs together and feeling her own desire to take care of her needs from what she'd heard, but if he groaned her name again while he was doing that to himself it was bound to make her insides clench with want. It would fuel her through what she was inevitably going to do as soon as she herself was alone in a room.

There it was. The sound of Harry's hand working himself over as the water sprayed down on him didn't completely drown out the sound of her name on his lips while he was sucking in a labored breath. Quickly glancing down the stairs she hoped that the rest of the family would stay in the kitchen until he was done. She needed to be able to stand where she was until she heard him finish.

Ginny didn't have to wait long, a strangled and muffled cry from the shower told her he'd just cum. She tried to picture it in her mind. Him completely wet and naked, pumping his hand over himself until something shot out of him and over the side of the stall.

It was all just a mix of blurry images in her mind though, more impressions that a clear picture. She'd never seen an erection before, she didn't know how it looked when a boy came, if the cum would dribble out or shoot straight. She did like to think that Harry picturing her would cause his desire to make his cum shoot straight out, like the more he fancied her and wished she was in there with him the more of a projectile motion it would have

A sound from downstairs pulled her out of her reverie and she quickly headed for her bedroom, grateful that the years of walking the same path had her body automatically following it again, because her head was already focused on what exactly she was going to be doing once she was in there.

Closing the door behind her she knew she had to act fast, scratch that itch between her legs before anyone inevitably called out her name with some task or other to be done on the floor below.

Taking one of her pillows off her bed she stuffed it along the bottom of her door to muffle any sounds she might make.

She knew that if she lay down on her bed that it would make too much noise, every slight movement from her would result in a loud squeak. The floorboards too would make sound if she lay on them. Her only option was to push her clothes aside in her closet and sit down there, that was the only place in her room that she could go where the least noise would be made.

It wasn't the first time she'd done this, and it wouldn't be the last before she was seventeen and able to use her wand to throw up privacy wards.

Pushing her clothes to one side she put her second pillow on the floor and sat down hard on it, pressing her back against the wall of the closet and dropping both her hands down between her legs.

She bit her lip at the relief of having the pressure there. With how worked up she was, this probably wouldn't take too long.

Her fingers circled her clit in hard and fast movements and she dipped two fingers from her other hand inside her, pumping them in and out calling up that unfocused image she had of Harry taking himself in hand and cumming while he thought about her. He'd been picturing it was her hand, wanting her in the shower with him. He wanted her. He wanted to kiss her and touch her. He wanted to be in here with her taking over so her tired hands could stop, and the feeling inside her loins could continue to grow.

She pictured what might have happened if Harry had been the only one with her in the room while she'd been doing that mashing. He'd be forward and demand she stop teasing him and let him do with her what he wanted.

Her fingers started working even faster.

Harry would simply climb over the table, push the pot out of the way and sit down on the table before her, baring his erection that she was the cause of. It wouldn't be shocking though, she'd look up at him with a seductive knowing look and simply move her hand up to grasp him firmly.

She wouldn't just use her hand on him though. No. She'd use her mouth too.

Harry would pant her name in the same tone she'd just overheard and grasp her by the hair so he could get a full view of her taking him in her mouth. He would pant and groan and make little thrusting movements while she worked him over.

Then he'd repay the favor.

Ginny gave a small whimpering cry and bit her lip harder as she felt her orgasm calling from deep inside her. Harry would be excellent at calling that orgasm out. He'd know exactly how to touch her. A smug and knowing look from him alone would cause her pelvic muscles to clench in anticipation of his putting his skills at making her scream to work.

Picturing what that look would be on his face, his incredible green eyes casting downwards on her body and simply knowing that he was already getting her wet. Picturing that set her body off.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, closing only slightly to mouth his name as her fingers grew even more coated inside her.

She stopped moving her fingers altogether, simply keeping the pressure of them in place as her orgasm rode out it's course.

It could only have been two or three minutes that she'd been sitting on the floor of her closet getting that taken care of. He'd gotten her really worked up.

Now that the edge was taken off though she allowed herself a mischievous smile.

Who would have though, after the short skirts, the heaving chest, the snogging in front of him, who would have thought that simply mashing potatoes would have been what caused her to find out he was wanking at the thought of her.

She wasn't nearly done with teasing Harry yet.

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