Summer Lovin\'

Note: I do not claim to own the rights to any of the characters portrayed within this fan fic. I’m merely borrowing them for a bit of fun *evil smirk*

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Amidst the chaos and perils of the war Ginny had almost lost her will to do magic anymore. Loosing almost everyone she loves and everything she had hoped for out of her innocent days back at Hogwarts. Now a mere nineteen years of age and just two years out of school, she was faced with the unbearable task of moving on with her life... or what was left of it.

Nearly every schoolmate she\'d known had either been killed or cursed fighting for the cause. Harry lost his life in the final battle of the war against Voldermort himself. Not many knew of it, but this, in essence, was what ended the war. Harry and Voldermort shared a bond, and thus, both had to die in order for the suffering to end for all. Hermione too had perished just days before Harry, and Ron... well... she didn’t\' like to think about her poor brother the way his now. Merely in the wrong place at the wrong time and now he\'s to spend the rest of his days watching the full moon. Unwilling to take the wolfsbane potion and wanting time to grieve for his friends, he retreated to the countryside and she\'s yet to see him in four months. The rest of her family tried to encourage her to move and live the life that her poor friends will never have, but she was an emotional mess.

Lying mindlessly out upon the garden at the Weasley home, still surprisingly intact, she suddenly heard a soft bellow from the far horizon. It was Bill... flying? She sat up curiously, wondering why he hadn\'t just apparated. Although he wasn\'t on a broomstick, but in a carriage; and a very large one at that. She recognized it almost immediately from her third year at Hogwarts; it was a Beaubaxton carriage. Now more curious then ever she hopped to her feet with a crinkled nose and watched as the large beast brought the carriage down to a thud in the Weasley\'s backyard. Bill beamed out the window as if he\'d just taken his first broom ride. Ginny\'s first impression obviously didn\'t match her brothers as she walked a little closer to the carriage and waited to see who he\'d brought back with him.

Bill hopped out the window gleefully, \"\'Allo love! You\'ll never guess who’s come to visit for the summer.\" His enthusiasm struck her as odd, although Veelas do seem to do that to wizards. It was indeed Fleur Delacour who descended from the carriage in the most surprising manner... with a hug. Ginny stepped back in surprise as the Veela embraced her in what felt like more than a sisterly hug. Ginny always knew that Bill had a thing for Fleur, but she never thought he would bring her home. As they pulled apart from the rather warm embrace, Ginny’s eyes meet Fleur’s for the first time… ever. Having been too intimidated by her beauty and demanding presence at Hogwarts, she’d never really taken in the pools of blue liquid staring back at her. It was as if Ginny were seeing her for the first time as the awkwardness grew between the three. Bill’s soft whisper broke the girls’ stares, “Gin… are… you ok? You look like you’ve seen a muggle or something.” Although Fleur was well aware of what was going on as her icy blue orbs gazed over the only girl to grace the Weasly clan. It had always been her way with wizards, but she’d never seen a witch take to her this way.

All the attention from wizards everywhere had gotten old throughout her young adult years. She needed something fresh… someone worth the chase. Fleur could see the want in Ginny’s eyes. She could see the naïve vulnerability that she’d been waiting for all too long. Drinking in the young redhead’s appearance was like dessert as she had definitely changed for the better over the past nine years. Full breasts covered by a silky curtain of long red tresses and a body more slender than her own. Indeed, this would be an interesting summer. Clearing her throat gently Ginny seemed to snap out of the dream state she\'d been in as she glanced at Fleur\'s beautiful form within the grasp of her eldest brother. Gods, she couldn\'t remember ever finding a woman beautiful before, but she certainly felt that Fleur was the most fabulous and beautiful thing on the face of the planet.

Clearing the silence and the awkwardness, Bill raised his voice a bit louder with a cough to catch their attention. “Well… shall we head in then? I’m sure mum has a wonderful meal planned.” Fleur cracked a flirty smirk at the corner of her full lips as Bill breezed by them with her luggage before following behind him, though her eyes seemed to linger a bit longer upon Ginny’s figure. Her eyes widened slightly as Fleur’s eyes finally left her own and followed her body into the house with Bill. Feeling a bit frazzled and confused by her feelings she paced the garden for a second before entering in herself and for the first time in months she began to worry about how she looked.

Could she… is she…? It’s not possible that Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful creature in the magical world, could like… her. And the very idea that she herself could like her back… like she use to like Harry; well… that’s just ridiculous. All of these thoughts twirled through her head, causing her to look rather dumbfounded as she sat at the kitchen table. “Ginny dear… are you alright?” Her mum’s voice ran out from across the kitchen as she stared at her youngest child in curiosity. Ginny snapped from her daze so as not to draw too much attention; acting as if nothing were wrong at all. “Fine mum, it’s just lack of sleep that’s all.” She tried to smile brightly to camouflage her true feelings.

A strange feeling suddenly came over her as she sat trying to be normal. The feeling you get when someone is staring at you from a dark corner. Turning slowly toward the staircase from where the aura came, she found Fleur kneeled down peering through the banister above her with an erotic smile. Bringing her finger slowly up to meet Ginny’s stare she motioned a ‘come-hither’ demand. As if Ginny had no power over her own body she slowly rose from the chair and climbed the staircase in a trans-like fashion.

Upon meeting the blonde beauty at the top Fleur took her by the hand and led her to her own bedroom. The door opened slowly before them and closed just as slowly behind them. Fleur sat her upon the bed, standing in front of her to meet her gaze. “I know you feel the same as me.” Fleur’s husky voice glided over Ginny’s ears like silk as she sat still trans-like and non-resistant. The softness of Fleur’s touch found her freckled face as she gently ran her porcelain hand over her cheek and through her flaming hair. Fleur leaned in slowly to the young Weasely’s ear to whisper her next demand. “You lie back now… I’ll take care of the rest.”

As if light as a feather, her head fell softly upon the bed with Fleur now leaving her line of sight. Too nervous to move she lay there for a moment and almost thought Fleur had left the room. Though just as she was about to rise up she felt a light touch upon her bare knee. The surprisingly wonderful sensation slid slowly up her thigh and under her jumper. A small whimper escaped her pulsating lips as the touch glided gently across her swollen clitoris. Now another hand slid up her other leg… both hands working together to remove the pesky clothing that guarded Ginny’s body. The cloth slid slowly over her head as Ginny closed her eyes. Upon reopening them her vision filled with a pair of flawless milky white breasts. Her eyes traveled upward to met Fleur’s lustful gaze. A feeling of erotic want flooded Ginny’s body as Fleur’s naked body straddled her in all its wonderful perfection. Her silky blonde tresses lay beautifully upon her shoulders and cascaded down upon the heaping mounds Ginny found before. “You like what you see I take it?” Fleur’s husky voice illuminated with lustful want. Ginny, too nervous and aroused to reply, simply lay there hoping this wasn’t a dream.

Fleur had wanted this for some time now and took it upon herself to really get things started. With a gentle swoop of her delicate body she leaned forward, pressing her swollen breasts against Ginny’s, and found her lips for the first time. Passion took over as they embraced rather forcefully against each other with each deep kiss exchanged through a swirl of blonde and red silk. The flood of emotions sent lustful adrenaline through Ginny’s body as she let out a low bellowing moan. Fleur’s quickly put a gentle hand over the little Weasley’s swollen lips as to hush her ecstasy. “We don’t want another red head to come in here and break up our fun now do we?” Fleur panted through pursed lips as she began nipping her way down Ginny’s neck and over her breasts.

Ginny leaned up a bit as Fleur’s hot breath reached her thighs and teased the area in between. Fleur pushed her back down gently as she peered over top the curly red tendrils she was about to enter. Ginny could feel her warm moistened breath grazing over the swollen lips between her thighs, now oozing with its own warm moisture and pulsating with need. Fleur’s hands met Ginny’s waist as she pushed her mouth between the young Weasley’s legs. Ginny immediately put a silencing charm around her bed and almost simultaneously let out a loud throaty moan as Fleur’s tongue began to slide through the silky folds of Ginny’s warm snatch now rising up to meet her. It wasn’t long until Ginny erupted against Fleur’s face, sending a rush through her tiny body as Fleur gladly licked her dry.

Before Ginny could even shake her head clear of what had just happened Fleur was dressed and at the door. Her body still trembled with ecstasy as she watched the voluptuous veela clasp the buttons over her swollen breasts, leaving her wanting more. “That was just a taste… your first lesson you might call it. The next will cum soon young Weasley.” A devilish look welled in her eyes as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “And when it does… I expect you’ll be ready to return the favour.” Ginny lay propped up on her elbows naked as a newborn; her body covered in her own cum as Fleur left her room. Now the only thing lingering upon her mind was how long she had to wait until she could have her again… and again… and again.