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"You know, Harry," Ginny began, as they stepped through the gates of Hogsmeade, the cool November air whispering secrets around them. "This is the first time we've been out here without the rest of the Gryffindor crowd."
"Yeah," Harry replied, his eyes scanning the cobblestone street, "It's kind of... nice, isn't it?" He felt a peculiar weight lifting from his shoulders. The bustle of the village washed over them like a gentle wave, muffling the sound of their school lives.
They strolled past the familiar shops, the smell of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, and the warm glow of lights from the windows of Honeyduke's. Ginny shivered slightly, and Harry, without thinking, offered her his arm. She took it, and they fell into an easy rhythm, their boots echoing softly on the ground.
"Where to?" Harry asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Ginny looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"How about Zonko's?" she suggested. "It's been ages since I've had a good laugh at their joke shop."
They meandered down the street, the conversation flowing as freely as the laughter that danced in the air. Ginny's hand felt surprisingly right tucked into the crook of Harry's elbow. The world around them was a canvas of shadows and light, painted by the flickering street lamps and the distant chatter of other students.
As they approached Zonko's, Harry couldn't help but let his hand graze her hip, feeling the warmth of her body through her cloak. Ginny gasped softly, her eyes shooting to his, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something more than just friendship. Harry grinned, the daring thrill of the touch sending a jolt through his veins.
They stepped into the joke shop, and the cacophony of noise bombarded them: the cackling of a laughing cauldron, the sizzle of trick wands, and the occasional pop of a snapping teacup. Ginny's eyes lit up like Jack-o'-Lanterns as she darted from aisle to aisle, pulling out the most ludicrous items. Harry watched her, a warmth spreading through his chest.
He leaned in close, whispering, "Remember the time Ron's nose grew like a pumpkin after he tried one of Fred and George's spells?" His breath tickled her ear, and she giggled, the sound musical and infectious. Harry took the opportunity, admiring the adult body of the girl he remembered freaking out the first time he stayed over at her house, to let his hand slip down to her bottom, giving it a cheeky squeeze. Ginny's eyes widened, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and excitement.
"Harry!" she whispered, feigning outrage, but her cheeks were the color of a ripe tomato. "What are you doing?"
"Just keeping warm," he replied with an innocent shrug, his grin unabashedly mischievous. Ginny rolled her eyes but didn't move away. In fact, she leaned into him a little more as they wandered through the shop.
They spent an hour in Zonko's, laughing and teasing each other, their friendship feeling more alive than it had in years. As they exited, the cold air slapped them both in the face, bringing a fresh blush to Ginny's cheeks. Harry's hand found its way to the small of her back, guiding her through the growing crowd.
The Three Broomsticks loomed ahead, its sign creaking in the wind. Ginny's eyes lit up at the sight of the warm, welcoming pub. "Let's grab a butterbeer," she said, tugging Harry towards the entrance.
Inside, the warmth washed over them like a cozy blanket. The fireplace crackled, and the smell of roasting meat filled their nostrils. They found a secluded table in the corner, far from prying eyes. Ginny ordered two butterbeers from Madam Rosmerta, her voice a little too high for Harry's liking. She was nervous, he could tell. The tension between them was thick, like the fog outside, and just as intriguing.
As they waited for their drinks, Harry couldn't resist. He leaned in closer, his hand sliding up her thigh, his thumb brushing the crease where her leg met her body. Ginny's eyes went wide, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her lower lip, a silent invitation that made Harry's heart race.
The moment the butterbeers arrived, Harry grabbed them off the tray with a casual thanks and placed them on the table. He took a sip, watching Ginny over the rim of his glass. Her eyes never left his, and he could see the want in them, the curiosity. He set the glass down and leaned closer, his hand still resting on her leg.
"You know, Gin," he said, his voice low and filled with a dare, "I've always wondered what it would be like."
"What would what be like?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
"This." He leaned in, closing the gap between them, and kissed her. It was soft at first, a gentle pressing of his lips to hers. But then she responded, her mouth opening slightly, inviting him in, and the kiss deepened. Ginny's hand found his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Harry felt her thigh muscles tense, her breath hitch in her throat.
They broke apart, panting, and Harry smirked. "You want more?"
Ginny nodded, a spark in her eye. "I dare you," she whispered.
The challenge hung in the air, charged with excitement. Harry took a sip of his butterbeer, the sweetness coating his tongue as he contemplated her words. He set the glass down with a thud and leaned back in his chair, his hand still on her thigh. "Fine," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But remember, you asked for it."
The pub was crowded, but the corner table they'd claimed was slightly shielded from view. Harry took advantage of this, his hand moving from her thigh to her chest. He squeezed her breast gently, watching the way her eyes fluttered closed and her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. Ginny's cheeks were scarlet now, her pupils wide with arousal.
"Here?" she gasped, looking around nervously. Harry leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"Where's your sense of adventure, Gin?" he teased, his fingers playing with the fabric of her shirt. He could feel her nipples pebble beneath his touch, and he knew he had her. "You want this, don't you?"
Ginny's eyes darted around the room, but she didn't push his hand away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice a breathy whisper, "Just don't let anyone see us."
The dare had been laid down, and Harry was more than up for the challenge. He knew it wouldn't really matter, but somehow there was an air of fun to the prospect, a feeling of taboo that excited him. He slipped his hand under her shirt, his palm grazing her bare skin. She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. He watched her, the thrill of the (non-existent) risk adding a zest to the moment.
Their hands moved in a silent dance under the table, Harry's exploring the soft mounds of her breasts while Ginny's hand inched closer to his crotch. He could feel her trembling slightly as she touched him over his trousers. Harry's cock grew hard under her tentative touch, and he knew he had to take things up a notch.
Leaning in, he whispered, "Why don't you show me what you can do with that mouth of yours?" Ginny's eyes widened in shock, but the heat in her gaze told him she was more than willing to play along. She looked around once more, her cheeks now a deep shade of crimson, and then she nodded. Harry smirked, his heart racing as he slid his chair closer to hers, unbuttoning his pants just enough to free his erection.
The pub was bustling, but their corner remained mostly unnoticed. Harry leaned back, his hand guiding Ginny's head closer to his lap. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. A soft moan escaped Harry's lips, the warm wetness of her mouth sending waves of pleasure through him. Ginny took him in deeper, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to suck him off in earnest.
The sounds of laughter and chatter around them faded into the background as Harry focused on the sensations Ginny was creating. He watched her, her eyes peeking up at him through her lashes, her cheeks hollowed with effort. The sight of her, his cock in her mouth, was almost too much to bear. He knew he couldn't last much longer, especially not with the added thrill of potentially being caught.
With a low growl, Harry grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off. "Not here," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let's find someplace a bit more... private." Ginny looked up at him, her lips shiny with saliva, and nodded. Harry stood, his cock still hard, and offered her his hand.
They slipped through the crowd, making their way to the back of the pub. He knew the bathroom was back there, a tiny, cramped space that would serve their purposes perfectly. The anticipation was killing him, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.
Once they were in the narrow hallway, Harry pushed Ginny against the wall, his hand reaching down to cup her mound. She was wet, her juices already soaking through her panties. He kissed her hard, his tongue delving into her mouth as if he could taste the sweetness of her desire. Ginny moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling with the ties of her skirt.
They stumbled into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind them. The room was tiny, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint hint of urine. But neither of them cared. Harry shoved her skirt up, his hand delving between her legs, his fingers slipping easily into her wet heat. Ginny's breath hitched as he began to pump his fingers in and out, her hips rocking against his hand.
He could feel her building, her body tightening around his digits. But he didn't want to wait for her to come. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tightness squeeze him until he couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled away, his cock aching with need. "On your knees," he said, his voice a harsh whisper.
Ginny didn't hesitate. She dropped to the floor, her eyes never leaving his. Harry stepped closer, positioning himself in front of her. He watched as she took his cock in her hands, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she took him in her mouth again. The walls closed in around them, the only sounds the wet sucking noises and their ragged breaths.
As Ginny bobbed her head, Harry felt his climax building, the tension in his balls reaching a crescendo. He gripped her hair tighter, pushing deeper into her mouth. She took him without complaint, her cheeks bulging as she struggled to take all of him. And then it hit, and Harry exploded, his cum filling her mouth.
Ginny choked a little, but she kept going, eager to swallow every drop of him. Harry watched, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back a roar of pleasure. When he finally pulled out, she licked her lips, looking up at him with a mix of pride and lust.
"Now," Harry said, his voice a gruff command. "Your turn." He lifted her to her feet, his hand never leaving her soaked panties. He spun her around, pushing her down onto the cold porcelain sink. The room was cramped, the air thick with their desire, but it only served to heighten the thrill.
Ginny's legs trembled as Harry hiked her skirt up and tugged her panties aside, exposing her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. He stepped closer, his cock still semi-hard, the taste of her mouth on his tongue. "You're so wet," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. "You really liked that, didn't you? Choking on my cock like a cheap whore?"
Ginny whimpered, her cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I liked it," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I liked it a lot."
Without another word, Harry dropped to his knees, his warm breath tickling the backs of her legs. He nudged her legs apart, and she braced herself against the sink, her heart racing. He kissed the back of her knee, his hand sliding up to caress her thigh as he moved closer to his prize. Harry's tongue darted out, tracing the line of her pussy, and Ginny couldn't hold back a moan.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her with his mouth, his tongue delving deep and teasing her clit until she was panting and squirming against the sink. The cool porcelain was a stark contrast to the fire building within her. Harry's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her, his teeth grazing her inner thighs, his tongue flicking against her swollen nub.
Ginny's moans grew louder, echoing in the small space. She didn't care if someone heard them, she couldn't help it. Harry's mouth on her was pure ecstasy, a sensation she'd never felt before. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him to her as she rode the wave of pleasure. "Oh God, Harry," she gasped, her voice hoarse and needy. "Don't stop."
And then, without warning, Harry's tongue slid from her pussy to her asshole. Ginny's eyes shot open, and she let out a startled yelp. Harry chuckled, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. "What are you doing?" she squealed.
But Harry didn't respond with words. Instead, he pulled her hair, forcing her to arch her back and gasp. The sudden sensation of his mouth on her tight hole was overwhelming, a mix of shock and pleasure that sent a jolt through her body. She felt his tongue probing, testing the limits of her comfort, and she realized that she didn't want him to stop. It was dirty, it was wrong, but it was also exhilarating.
As Harry lapped at her, he thought of all the other girls he'd been with. Cho Chang and her silky skin, Parvati Patil and her exotic beauty, Luna and her peculiar otherworldly sense of knowledge, even Hermione, his best friend. There was no doubt she was more skilled at worshiping his cock than most of them had been, but as he ran his fingers through her pussy, he couldn't help but compare her to Astoria Greengrass. The younger Greengrass sister had been a tight virgin whose body seemed to conform perfectly to his grip, and Ginny seems to be much the same way.
Her moans grew louder as Harry pushed his tongue inside her, feeling her quiver. He could feel the beginnings of her orgasm building, but he wasn't quite ready to let her have it yet. He withdrew, standing up and pushing himself into her from behind. Ginny's eyes widened in the mirror, seeing his reflection and feeling his cock pressing against her entrance.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his hand reaching around to tease her clit as he positioned himself. "It's like you're begging for it."
With a gentle push, Harry slid into Ginny's tight pussy, her warmth enveloping him like a warm embrace. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt the fullness of his length. Harry's eyes never left hers in the mirror, the heat in his gaze making her tremble. He began to move, slow and steady, watching the way her eyes rolled back with each thrust.
The room was tight, the sink digging into Ginny's stomach, but she didn't care. All she could feel was Harry inside her, claiming her in a way she never thought possible. His grip on her hips was firm, his thrusts growing more urgent as her moans grew louder. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small space, a testament to their passion.
To Harry, this was just another conquest in a long line of them. But there was something about the ritual of it, the thrill of taking her in such a public place, that made his blood pump harder. He relished the feel of her tight pussy around his cock, the way she squirmed and gripped the sink to stay in place.
He watched her in the mirror, her eyes glazed with lust as she stared back at him. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her mouth slightly open as she tried to keep quiet. The sight of her, bent over in the grimy bathroom, was like a drug, pushing him closer to the edge. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.
Her moans grew louder, and Harry knew they were playing with fire. But the thrill of possibly being caught just added to the rush. He felt her tighten around him, her body preparing for climax. He could tell she was close, her pussy clenching and unclenching, desperate to be filled completely.
As he pounded into her, Harry couldn't help but let his mind wander to the thought of the door swinging open. What if someone like Luna were to walk in? Her knowing smile, the glint in her eye that said she knew every secret in the room. Would she be shocked? No, she'd be intrigued. He could almost see her in the mirror, her wand at the ready, watching them with a mix of curiosity and lust.
But what if it was someone else? Like Lavender Brown, with her wide eyes and innocent pink lips. The thought of her walking in on them made Harry's cock throb with excitement. Would she blush and run away, horrified? Or would she look at them with a spark of interest, her mind racing with the possibilities? Or would she just be ambivalent to the entire scenario? Honestly he had given up trying to figure out the simulation a few weeks back, but it still posed interesting questions.
Ginny's moans grew in volume, and Harry knew they were dangerously close to being heard. He reached up, placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. The sudden feeling of being silenced only seemed to drive her higher, her eyes watering with the effort of stifling her pleasure.
With his other hand, he pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, and whispered, "Take my fingers, Gin. Suck them like you're sucking my cock." She obeyed immediately, her mouth wrapping around his digits, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror.
The tension grew, their movements frantic as they approached the precipice of climax. And then it hit her, like a wave crashing over her body. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Harry groaned, feeling her pussy clench around him, the vise-like grip pushing him over the edge as well.
He came with a roar, his cum spilling into her, filling her up. Ginny's legs gave out, and she slumped against the sink, Harry's hand still over her mouth. He held her there, his cock still deep inside her, both of them panting and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Finally, Harry pulled out, his cock slipping from her swollen pussy with a wet sound. He stepped back, his chest heaving, and looked at her. Ginny was a mess, her hair a tangled mess, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over. She was completely spent, her body limp with exhaustion. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of her, at the power he had over her in that moment.
He leaned in, kissing her hard on the mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. Then, with a smirk, he stepped back, his cock still rock hard. "You can stay here," he murmured, his voice still thick with arousal. "I've got more to explore." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the bathroom, completely naked.
The pub was a blur of faces and voices as Harry made his way back to the table. He didn't bother to pull his clothes back on, the thrill of the moment still coursing through his veins. He could feel the eyes on him, the whispers and gasps, but he didn't care. He was Harry Potter, and he could do whatever he wanted.
As he sat down, Ginny's butterbeer still untouched, he knew he'd leave her there, in the bathroom, to clean up her own mess. It was part of the thrill, leaving her there like that. And when he saw her later, her clothes rumpled and her cheeks still flushed, he'd wink and give her a knowing smile, and she'd blush all over again.
For now, he had other things to do.
But as a shiver ran over his body when the door opened, as Ron and Hermione walked in, he realized maybe it would be a smart idea to put some pants on before heading back up to Castle.
They saw Harry first, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion as they took in his naked state. Hermione's cheeks immediately turned a deep shade of crimson, and she quickly averted her eyes, while Ron looked like he'd seen a ghost. Harry smirked to himself, enjoying their discomfort as he casually strolled over to their booth, his cock still at half-mast.
"What happened to you?" Ron finally managed to ask, his voice a little too high.
"Oh, you know," Harry said with a careless shrug, sliding into the booth between them. "Just a little wardrobe malfunction."
Hermione looked ready to say something, but then she saw the smear of Ginny's lipstick on Harry's collar and her eyes went wide. "Ginny's in the bathroom," Harry said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "We had a bit of an accident."
Ron's eyes darted from Harry to the bathroom door, and back again. "What kind of accident?" he squeaked.
"Don't worry," Harry said, his voice dropping to a low purr. "It's fine. She's just having to rest."
Hermione looked like she was about to explode, but she kept her mouth shut, her eyes glued to the menu as if it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. Ron, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.
"So," Harry said, leaning back in his seat. "What have you two been up to?"
Ron's eyes darted back and forth between Harry and the door, as if expecting Ginny to come storming out at any moment. "Uh, just, you know. Shopping."
Hermione's cheeks burned, and she couldn't help but cast a furtive glance at Harry's crotch. "We got some new books," she said, her voice a little too bright. "For school, of course."
"Mm," Harry said, not bothering to hide his amusement. "I bet you did."
Without missing a beat, Harry took Hermione's hand from her lap and placed it on his still-hard cock, which was lying against his thigh. For a moment, she stared at it, wide-eyed and uncomprehending. But then, as if on autopilot, her hand began to move, gently stroking him up and down. It was almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if she'd been doing it for years.
Ron, however, didn't bat an eye. He continued to sip his butterbeer, his eyes glued to the spot where Ginny had disappeared. It was eerie, the way he seemed to accept what was happening without question. Harry watched him for a moment, a twisted smile playing on his lips. This was the kind of power he'd always craved.
"So, I didn't know you and Ginny were going to Hogsmeade together, Harry. Did you two finally make it official?" Ron's voice was strained, his eyes darting between Harry and the bathroom door.
"Oh no. I just wanted to treat her like a back alley whore for a little bit. I don't think I'm ready to settle down for a while."
"Ah. Good. She's too young to be dating!"
If it were outside of the broken simulation, Harry would not have been able to control his laughter at the irony of the statement. Instead, he merely nodded in feigned agreement as he felt his cock stir again in Hermione's gentle hands.
"Yeah, she is," Harry said, his voice a low rumble, his eyes on Ron's face. "But she's got a mouth like a champ." He took a sip of his own butterbeer, watching as the red-headed boy's eyes grew even wider, his cheeks burning. Harry leaned back in his seat, his hand casually resting on the back of Hermione's head, pushing her down towards his still-hard cock. She went without protest, her lips parting to take him in, her eyes never leaving his.
Ron's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Harry chuckled, taking another sip of his drink as Hermione began to suck him off, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head. It was like watching a silent movie, the only sound was the wet smack of her lips against his skin. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing the slit before taking him in deeper.
"So, Harry," Ron said, his voice strained as he tried to keep his composure, "have you been keeping up with Quidditch?"
"Yeah, actually," Harry replied, his hand still on the back of Hermione's head as she continued her enthusiastic blowjob, her cheeks hollowed out around his cock. "The Cannons are doing slightly better this year."
Ron nodded, his eyes flicking down to Harry's crotch and back up to his face, as if trying to decide whether or not he should be offended by the blatant display of sexuality happening right in front of him. "They've got a new Seeker, you know," he said, his voice tight. "Finnigan. He's not bad."
"Mm," Harry murmured, his eyes fluttering closed as Hermione's mouth worked its magic on his cock. "I heard that."
Ron took a deep breath, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he took a long sip of his butterbeer. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little calmer now. "He's pretty good. I think they might have a chance at the semifinals this year!"
"Maybe," Harry said, his eyes still on Hermione as she bobbed her head. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. They're still the Cannons."
Ron pretended to scowl, his eyes narrowing in mock anger. "You never know," he said, his voice tight with repressed laughter. "They might just surprise us all."
Hermione popped her head up, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to Harry's cock. She had a smear of pre-cum on her cheek, and her eyes were glazed with arousal. "You know what we should do?" she said, her voice a little too bright. "We should look into statistics for Quidditch. It would totally help with team breakdowns and strategies."
Harry's eyes widened slightly. It was so unlike Hermione to make a suggestion like that, especially in the middle of a blowjob. But the wheels in his mind began to turn. "That's actually a good idea," he murmured, his hand still tangled in her hair. "The muggles have something similar for their football. They analyze everything down to the smallest detail, and it really helps with predictions and figuring out what players to sign to what teams. Do wizards do anything like that?"
Ron took a deep breath, his gaze staring inquisitively off into space. "I mean, we have Quidditch analysts," he said, his voice still strained. "But they're more about strategy than stats. Maybe we could get some muggle knowledge in there."
"Definitely," Harry said, his eyes still on Hermione as she took him back in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out once again. "It's worth looking into." He leaned back in his chair, his hand idly playing with one of her curls as he watched her go to town on his cock. "Why don't you take a look into it, Ron?" he suggested, his voice a lazy drawl. "You're good at that kind of stuff."
"With math and numbers? No I'm not!"
Hermione's head shot up again, her makeup indeed slightly smeared from her recent oral endeavors, but her expression was one of genuine excitement rather than embarrassment. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at Ron with bright eyes. "But you're good with Quidditch knowledge, and strategy," she said, her voice gaining momentum as she spoke. "All it takes is just analyzing different players, putting together a list of their statistics. I bet you could probably make a career out of it!"
Ron stared at Harry, his eyes wide and slightly glazed. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I could."
"Great," Harry said, his eyes drifting shut as Hermione's mouth descended on his balls. "I've got a feeling you'll be a natural."
Her tongue flicked out, and she licked him tentatively, her eyes still locked on his. The sensation was electric, and Harry couldn't help but gasp. "Ron," he said, his voice tight with arousal. "You should talk to Hermione about it. See if she will teach you about it. I'm not great at math stuff either, but she's a genius at everything she tries... Except flying... Ow! Hey no biting, that was just a joke!"
Hermione giggled around his cock, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin before she went back to sucking. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he leaned back in his chair, his hand tangling in her hair as he lost himself in the sensation. The room faded away, and all that was left was the feel of her mouth on him and the sound of their muffled moans.
"So, how's the joke shop doing?" Harry asked Ron, his voice a little strained as Hermione's mouth moved faster. "Fred and George still blowing things up?"
Ron chuckled, taking a sip of his butterbeer. "They're doing alright," he said, gleaming with humor. "They've got some new products in stock. You should check it out next time you're in Diagon Alley. They're working on colorful versions of the Peruvian Darkness Powder, and they've added a version that will stain your skin and clothes like chalk powder. Charlie got covered in it a few weeks ago, and Bill sent me a picture. I'll have to show you later! It's pretty hilarious."
Hermione's mouth moved faster now, her eyes never leaving Harry's, as if she was trying to win a race she didn't know she was in. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes shimmering with mischief. Harry's hand tightened in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat working around his shaft.
"I'll definitely have to visit," Harry said, his voice strained as Hermione's mouth worked wonders on his cock. "It's been a while since I've been to the shop."
It was true, after all. One of the oddities about emulation was that time seemed to pass differently for him. The store may have only been open for less than a year, but to Harry he had lived enough days procrastinating his quests and other tasks that it had felt like at least three. Briefly he wondered if he could possibly leave Hogwarts grounds, for anything not quest-related. He thought back to Hermione, how long he had known her. Time was difficult to keep track of, but if he had to guess, it was at least a decade? What would that put her age at? 22? 23?
Wouldn't that also make Ginny 21? He couldn't quite tell anymore.
Now that certainly warranted looking into.
While Ron droned on, was pulled into His thoughts deeper, trying to figure out what exactly he was meant to be doing next in terms of plot progression.
Honestly he had forgotten most of the important things going on, and was barely keeping a grasp on his quest lines by now.
He remembered the death of Cedric, the Ministry campaign against him, and something about the department of mysteries, but besides that he couldn't recall the details. Did something happen with his godfather? He thought he remembered something about that but could not quite recall. And for that matter what school year was it anyways? Was it his fifth or sixth?
Nodding along at Ron's enthusiasm for Quidditch or whatever it was his friend was speaking of, he gently stroked his hand through Hermione's hair as she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, taking in his entire length. It was days like this where he truly thought none of the important stuff actually mattered.
He would sort out the details later. For now all he cared about was enjoying his best friend's throat as her velvety smooth tongue massaged the tip of his cock enchantingly.
"And then," Ron was saying, "Fred said they've got these new trick wands that turn into rubber chickens when you try to cast a spell with them. Can you imagine what that would do to a Death Eater?"
But Harry was only half listening. His eyes had locked onto Ginny as she emerged from the bathroom hallway, her cheeks still flushed and her eyes glazed from their recent encounter. She looked thoroughly fucked, her clothes slightly rumpled and her hair a wild mess around her face. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, and he couldn't help the smug smile that spread across his lips.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked, following Harry's gaze.
But Harry didn't answer. Instead, he turned back to Hermione, his eyes dark with need. He reached down and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down onto his cock with a firm grip. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took him deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she gagged slightly around his girth.
The room around them faded away as Harry's orgasm built, his hand tightening in her hair, pulling her closer. She choked a little, her eyes bulging, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she swallowed, taking him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around him as she tried to accommodate him fully.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself getting closer. "Just like that, Hermione."
Her eyes watered as she took him deep, her throat constricting around his shaft. She was a good sport about it, Harry had to admit. Better than he had expected. And the look on Ron's face was priceless. The poor guy had no idea what he was missing, and if Harry had anything to say about it, he'd never figure it out. He quite liked what he had going on with Hermione, even if he had his choice of any other girl in the world. Hermione would always be special to him.
He felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the build up to the sweet release. "Hermione," he panted, his hand tightening in her hair. "I'm going to cum."
Her eyes widened slightly in the mirror, but she didn't stop, didn't hesitate. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat opening up to accept him. Harry watched, transfixed, as she swallowed around his cock, the muscles in her neck working as she took him in. He could feel her pulse beating against his shaft, and he knew he was close.
With a roar, he came, his semen spurting into her mouth in hot, thick bursts. Hermione's eyes watered as she took it, her cheeks hollowing out with each swallow. Harry's hips bucked upwards, his hand holding her head in place as he pumped his seed into her, filling her up until she could take no more.
When he was finished, she pulled back, her cheeks red and her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She looked up at him with a mix of pride and fear, waiting for his reaction. Harry just smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile that made her stomach flip.
"Thanks, 'Mione," he said, his voice still thick with lust. "That was amazing."
Ron looked at them both, his curiosity piqued but his expression unchanged. He took another sip of his butterbeer, his eyes flicking from Harry's still-hard cock to Hermione's swollen lips. "You okay?" he asked, his voice carefully neutral.
Hermione nodded, her hand still resting on Harry's thigh. "I'm fine," she said, her voice a little hoarse from the exertion. She licked her lips, tasting Harry on her mouth. "Just had a little... accident."
"First Ginny, and now you! What the hell's causing all these accidents today!" Ron's words hung in the air, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he looked between Harry and Hermione. Despite the scene before him, his curiosity remained unmarred by shock or judgment. It was almost as if he had expected it, his gaze flicking from Harry's satisfied expression to Hermione's slightly dazed one, her hand still resting on Harry's thigh.
Harry decided it was incredibly unnerving, and pushed it as far back out of his mind as he could.
"Alright, I'm going to go over and sit with Ginny for a bit," Harry announced, as he kissed Hermione on the cheek. She looked surprised, but didn't move away from his touch. Instead, she gave a small nod, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.
He stood up, still completely naked, and took a moment to appreciate the way his cock swayed with the movement. It was still half-hard from Hermione's talented mouth, and he knew it would only take a second to get going again. He shot a smug glance at Ron, who was still sitting there, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. "You okay there, mate?" Harry asked, patting him on the shoulder.
Ron looked up, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I'm fine." He took another sip of his butterbeer, his eyes flicking to Hermione, who was sitting there, her own cheeks still flushed from the encounter. "Just keep her away from Dean Thomas, yeah?"
The words were barely out of his mouth before Harry's laughter filled the pub. It was a dark, deep sound that sent a shiver down Hermione's spine. "Don't worry," Harry said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm planning on ruining her cunt so thoroughly that she won't be able to look at any other man without thinking of me."
Ron's face paled at the words, but he just nodded, his eyes still glued to Harry's cock. "Okay," he said, his voice a little too calm. "See you back at the castle, mate."
With a smirk, Harry strolled over to the booth where Ginny was sitting by herself, her cheeks flushed and her eyes downcast. She looked up as he approached, and when she saw him, her eyes widened. "You're naked," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know," Harry said, sliding into the seat next to her. "It's a bit chilly, isn't it?" He took a sip of her butterbeer, his eyes never leaving hers. "But it's all part of the fun."
With a smirk, he reached over and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her bare medium-sized breasts, which bounced slightly in the cool pub air. Ginny gasped, her eyes wide as she looked around, but Harry just leaned closer, his hand cupping one of her bare breasts. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
Her eyes shot to his, a mix of surprise and excitement. "Here?" she whispered, glancing around nervously.
"Here," Harry confirmed, his voice low and filled with promise. "Or we can go back to the bathroom if you want, but it's much more comfortable by the fireplace." He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke.
Ginny's heart raced as he lifted her onto his lap, his cock sliding between her legs. He reached under her skirt, and to his surprise, his fingers brushed against bare, slick skin. She hadn't put her panties back on. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, and his cock grew even harder at the thought of her walking around town without them, like a secret little gift just for him.
"Were you waiting for round two?" he whispered into her ear, his voice low and teasing.
Her cheeks burned red, and she looked down at her lap, her voice barely above a murmur. "Maybe," she admitted, her eyes flicking to his face before darting away again. "I was just... thinking about it."
"Thinking about it, huh?" Harry's hand slid up her inner thigh, his fingers playing with the wetness between her legs. "And what exactly were you thinking?"
Her breath hitched in her throat as he touched her, and she couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped her lips. "Just... how it felt," she said, her voice shaky. "I've never... done that before."
"And you liked it?" His hand continued to explore, his thumb circling her clit as he spoke.
"Yes," she breathed, her hips rolling against his touch. "I liked it."
He chuckled, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Good," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Because I've got a feeling we're going to be doing a lot more of that."
Without waiting for a response, Harry's hand slipped inside her, his fingers curling to find her sweet spot. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, her body arching against his. He felt her wetness coating his hand, and he knew she was ready for him again.
He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep as his other hand unbuckled his pants. His cock sprang free, and he groaned at the feel of her soft flesh against his skin. She was so wet, so warm, and he could feel her pulsing with need.
Without preamble, Harry lifted her hips and slammed into her, his cock filling her completely. Ginny's eyes snapped open, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' of surprise as he claimed her again. She was so tight around him, so perfect, and he knew that he was going to lose himself in her.
They fucked like animals, their hips moving in a primal rhythm that was as old as time. Harry's hand was buried between her legs, working her clit as he thrust into her, his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as she moaned and whimpered against his neck.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hermione watching them with a mix of fascination and something else. Desire maybe? He couldn't tell. But her gaze was intense, and he could see her hand moving under the table, her own fingers playing with her clit as she watched them.
He leaned in closer to Ginny, whispering into her ear, his voice a low growl. "Look at Hermione," he said, his breath warm against her neck. "Look what you're doing to her. Just got finished cleaning off my cock, and look how she wants more? I think she's staring at your tits."
Ginny's eyes shot over to where Hermione sat, and indeed, her eyes were locked on them, a look of pure want etched on her face. Harry chuckled, his hand moving from Ginny's clit to her breast, squeezing it firmly. "You're driving her wild, baby," he murmured. "Keep it up."
The room spun around Ginny as Harry's hand continued to manipulate her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, and she knew he was close too. The thought of making him cum in such a public place was exhilarating, and she bit her lip to stifle her moans.
With a sudden jerk, Harry's hand shot up and wrapped around her neck from behind, his fingers digging into her skin. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure as he squeezed, cutting off her airway. His grip was firm, but not painful, and she could feel his other hand sliding down to her clit, pressing harder now, as if to make up for the lack of oxygen.
The pressure grew, and with it, so did the tension between her legs. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, the sound coming out as a strangled whine. Harry's cock was like a piston, pumping into her with a rhythm that was relentless and demanding. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the brink.
And then, without warning, she was there. Her pussy clamped down around him, her muscles spasming as she squirted, the liquid spraying out of her and onto his legs. Harry's hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her scream of pleasure, and she bucked against him, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she went limp in his arms, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Harry's cock was still buried inside her, and he didn't stop moving, his hips pistoning in and out with a ferocity that was almost frightening. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust, as he brought her closer and closer to another peak.
Ginny's body was a symphony of pleasure, her muscles tightening around him as she moaned and writhed in his arms. Harry's hand slipped away from her neck, his fingers moving to pinch her nipples as he whispered dirty words into her ear. "You're so beautiful when you cum," he murmured. "So tight, so wet. It's all mine, baby."
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him, her pupils blown wide with desire. "Harry," she moaned, her voice choking on his name as she felt her orgasm building again. "Oh fuck, Harry!"
He groaned in response, his own climax crashing over him like a wave. His hips bucked upward, and he filled her with his cum, his hot seed spilling into her as she tightened around him once more. Ginny gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she rode the waves of pleasure that Harry had wrung from her body.
For a moment, the only sounds in the pub were their ragged gasps and the slap of their flesh against each other. The world had ceased to exist outside of their little bubble of passion, and Ginny felt like she could stay there forever. But reality had a way of intruding, and she was suddenly aware of the people around them, the way they were staring, the whispers that had started to spread.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Harry didn't seem to care. He just held her tight, his cock still buried deep within her, as he kissed her neck, her jaw, her earlobe. His breath was hot and heavy against her skin, and she could feel the throb of his pulse where his forehead rested against hers.
Finally, Harry pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He looked down at her, his eyes still dark with lust, and grinned. "Well, that was fun," he said, his voice a little too loud. "Ready to go back to the castle?"
Ginny nodded, unable to find words as she slid off his lap. She tried to smooth out her skirt, but it was a lost cause. The fabric clung to her wetness, a clear sign of what they had just done. She grabbed her shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head as quickly as she could.
They gathered their things and walked out of the Three Broomsticks, hand in hand, leaving a stunned and aroused Hermione behind them. The cold Hogsmeade air was a shock compared to the heat they had generated in the pub, and it sent goosebumps down Ginny's spine. Harry didn't bother to put his clothes back on, his cum-covered cock swaying proudly as they stumbled towards the castle.