Running Away

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of the characters described therein. But if I did, damn would I be loaded!

This story takes place during the summer after HBP, but Harry and Ginny never actually hooked up ok?




“I will not tolerate such language in this house!”

“Well you know what, Uncle Vernon? I’ll say it again!” roared The Boy Who Lived, turning nearly crimson with hate, “Fuck. You.” Vernon Dursley’s piggy eyes nearly disappeared as his face contorted with rage upon hearing his hated nephew swear to his face. “I am an adult in my world now, and as such could hex you into next week if I so chose. I’m leaving, and if you want to interfere with me, well then it’s your own damn problem what the result is.”

Casting a simple Accio charm, Harry summoned all his belongings, and quickly using the useful packing spell Hermione had taught him during the last Christmas holiday, loaded everything he owned into his expandable trunk. Walking out the door with his cargo, he felt the floor shake slightly as his loathsome uncle began to walk towards his back with a heavy, menacing leer. Harry spun on his heel while dropping his trunk and unsheathing his wand and said “I’m giving you one warning, Vernon…” in a low almost whisper of a voice that clearly passed on his intent as if his leveled wand didn’t make the point.

“Leave then!” sneered Harry’s uncle, “And we’ll just see how well you survive with no money and no roof over your head when you leave, and never come back here again.”

“Well, I suppose I could hole up with one of my friends for a while, and by the way, I have enough gold and silver, solid gold and silver, to buy this rotten house a thousand times over, not that I would.” With that, Harry turned back towards the doorway, stepped out, and with as much force as he could muster, slammed the door on a very shocked Vernon Dursley. Taking a few strides forward, Harry extended his arm, wand still in hand, and was still very much startled when with a BANG!, the Knight Bus appeared from nowhere, halted in front of him, and opened it’s doors.

Stepping onto the doubledecker and receiving greetings from by Stan and Lou, Harry suddenly remembered that Hedwig was out hunting as was her wont this time of evening, but was calmed by the fact that she had always found him before when he traveled, and would probably do so again. Paying for the ride from the pouch he had hidden inside his trunk to keep the Dursley’s prying hands out, Harry tipped the two workers on the bus a sickle each, asked to go to the Weasley residence, and settled in for what would undoubtedly be a wild ride. He was not disappointed.

Harry awoke, grunted in a confused fashion upon finding himself in a large bed on a bus in the sunny countryside, and then remembered what had transpired before. FuckFightDursleyLeaveBusWeasley. “Wow,” He thought to himself, “that was some night.”

“Hey ‘Arry! We’re ‘ere! Are you getting off or no?” Stan yelled from the front of the bus.

“Hang on, let me grab my bag.” Harry replied, hoisting the infinitely voluminous bag onto his shoulder. “Thanks for the ride!” he called as he stepped into the dusty driveway of the Burrow and walked up to the door. Knocking on the door, Harry heard no answer, so he waited a few minutes knocking every so often before opening the door and heading inside because, as Mrs. Weasley had told him so many times, he was always welcome in their home. Setting his bag down, he cupped his hands to his mouth and hollered a greeting to anyone who might be home. With still no answer, he decided to levitate his trunk up to Ron’s room, and then try to discover where the Weasley clan had gone.

As he passed the bathroom on the way up the stairs, Harry noticed that light came from under the closed door, and running water could be heard, explaining why he had gotten no answer downstairs. He went the rest of the way upstairs, set his trunk down on Ron’s bed, and upon hearing the water shut off, he turned around and went back down to see who was here.

A trail of wet footprints led him to a side hall with one door in it. Upon the door hung a plaque that read “Ginny’s Room, keep out” and watery footprints disappeared under it. Upon noticing that the door was slightly cracked open, Harry wrestled with his mind for a second before giving in to temptation and peeking into Ginny’s room. Putting his eye to the crack just in time to see the towel she had wrapped herself in drop to the floor, Harry instantly realized that this was something he absolutely had to commit to memory for future reference.

Ginny viewed herself in the mirror, turning here and there so she could see herself better, not realizing that she was unwittingly both giving Harry a better view, and nearly causing him to burst from his trousers. He drooled slightly as she ran her hands up and down her tight and slightly damp body, stopping now and then on her beautiful breasts that he was sure would just fit into his hands, with their pink nipples that just screamed to be pinched and sucked. Her ass was something to be admired too, that perfectly round little butt that would shake enticingly if spanked just the right way. But it was her twat that nearly made Harry groan and give himself away. Clean-shaven with the exception of a thin racing stripe of exquisite red fuzz that ran up and down above a pair of plump, puffy pussy lips that Seamus had told the dorm was known as a “Cameltoe.”

Harry disappointedly watched her begin to dress, and then realized she might be suspicious when his trunk was upstairs and she hadn’t heard him put it there. Swiftly and silently he went to get it, and made it into the kitchen and outside before proceeding to knock loudly on the front door again.

Ginny heard the knocking and threw on a bathrobe over her almost nude body, because answering the door in underwear and a bra wasn’t commonly smiled upon. Turning the corner into the kitchen, she saw Harry standing outside the door and silently wished she hadn’t put on the bathrobe. She wanted him so much, but he had never really shown an interest in her. Well, maybe today was her chance to change all that…

“C’mon in Harry,” she said as she swung the door wide open to greet him “I’ll fix you some breakfast.”