The Holidays Are Here

Chapter Ten

Harry found his way down to the common room to find Ron, Ginny and Hermione all wearing new sweaters from Mrs. Weasley, just like the one he was now wearing. The sweaters only differed in size (large and extra large), and the fact that they each had an initial knitted into the front, same as every year.

“Merry Christmas everybody.” Harry smiled particularly at Ginny. He felt like she was the light in his day, and today would be brighter than most. Hermione looked more cheerful than he expected. Wondering if Ron had already given her the quill and notebook, he motioned for Ron to meet him up in their room for a moment.

After their door was closed, Harry asked him about the gift. Ron shook his head. “No, I told Hermione she had to wait. I wasn't sure if you wanted to do this together or separately.”

“Well, to be honest,” Harry replied, “I was hoping for a little privacy with Ginny, in case I start blubbering again when I give her the locket.” Ron nodded with understanding. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. “I'll make Hermione choose where she gets to open her present, as long as it's not here in the tower. How's that?”

Harry was glad to have such a good friend. “Thanks, Ron.” They both nodded with the quiet understanding that best friends have between one another, and got out the gifts they had purchased for the girls, Hermione's still wrapped in the paper from the shop.

“Thanks Harry,” Ron held up Hermione's gift.
“Merry Christmas, mate.” Harry opened the door, and they both made their way downstairs.

“Right,” Ron spoke loudly as the two of them started down the stairs. “I guess we'll just have to tell them we lost their presents then.” Harry chuckled. “Yeah, we're in loads of trouble now.” Each of them held the gifts held behind their backs.

As they got to the bottom step, Ginny and Hermione ran across the room. “After you made me wait!” Hermione was playfully scorning Ron, and grabbing at whatever it was he held behind his back. “You had better quit playing, Ronald Weasley!”

He held the wrapped gift high above her head, well out of her reach. “If you will behave, I will let you open it, but not here. I want you to choose somewhere else, where we might have a little privacy until lunch time.”

Hermione thought for a moment before her face lit up. “Alright Ron,” she said playfully, raising an eyebrow. “I know just the right place.” Grabbing his hand (the one she could reach), she pulled him across the floor to the entrance of the common room. Opening the door, she gave a quick wave to Ginny and Harry before dragging Ron out with her.

“She's a little impatient this morning, I'd say.” Harry nodded to the door. “And what about you? You seem well restrained this morning, for a little tart.” His hands were still behind his back

Ginny playfully smacked Harry on his chest. “I know, I know,” he said. “You aren't that type of girl. Here, trade places with me.” He stepped down as she stepped up and turned to face him. They were eye to eye now. “Harry, I didn't have time to get you-”

He put a finger to her lips with his free hand. “Turn around, and close your eyes.” He waited for his heart to calm before unlatching the clasp on the silver chain. He closed his eyes, and silently wished for her to truly appreciate the gesture he was about to make. His hands were shaking as he draped the locket around the front of her neck. He paused as it's weight touched her chest. “I love you,” he whispered. After latching the clasp, he pulled her hair through the chain.

Holding her hands, he turned her around and let her open her eyes. She looked down and held it in her hands. Her face didn't yet show the reaction he expected. “A locket,” she said dully, her voice giving away a slight feeling of letdown. “How thoughtful.”

“Read the back.” He knew this was where she would understand why he would give her such a cruddy old thing. She rolled it in her hand, and read it aloud. When she finished, her hand began to shake. Her face frowned as she tried to hold back the tears, but they would not be denied when she finally opened it. A young James and Lily Potter were each in one side, smiling and being flirtatious with one another.

Closing it, she let go the locket and hugged him, crying into his neck. “I love it Harry,” she sobbed. She clutched it with her right hand, saying the inscription over and over in her head. “I love you. I'll never take it off.”

“You may want to from time to time, say, if we're having a little alone time.” He hoped she would agree. He would feel a little weird doing anything sexual with her, knowing his parents would be dangling around her breasts.

She leaned up to kiss him. “Now it's time for your gift.” She stepped down, took off the locket and placed it in her pocket . Harry began to understand what his gift would be. She pressed him against the wall as she got down on her knees. Opening his pants, she freed his semi-erect manhood, and put it into her mouth. Harry sighed, placing his hands on either side of her head and slowly pumped himself into her face, feeling his cock harden to full length. She began massaging his balls with one hand as she pulled him into her face with the other. She continued for a minute longer before stopping. Standing up, she helped him out of his new sweater. Her new locket wasn't the only reminder of both their parents. “What my mother would say to me” she said as she finished taking of the rest of his clothes.

She stood back to appreciate his muscular body. All the years of training, to keep up the strength and endurance needed for quidditch, was evident in his physique. She wouldn't call him musclebound by any means, but rather, she would describe his body as well chiseled. Not an ounce of fat on him, and for a brief moment, she was envious. Even though she played too, it wasn't nearly as much as he did.

She stepped into him, running her fingers along the firmness of his stomach, making it twitch with excitement. Moving her hands up to his chest, she rubbed deep into the muscle. They both giggled as Ginny continued to explore his body. “Turn around.” She spread his arms against the wall as she stepped into him again, placing her cheek on his shoulder blade. Staring down the length of his arms, she watched her fingers trace their way back to his shoulders before feeling her way down the two vertical muscles to his lower back. Finally, she squeezed his bum, and slapped it. Harry let out a startled breath, not expecting the harsh feeling of a slap in contrast to her smooth, small hands. She watched the pinkness rise to the surface before turning him around again.

“Undress me Harry.” She turned around and pushed herself against him, trapping him between the wall and her body, which was now moving up and down against him ever so slightly. Expanding the limit of his lust for her to new heights, she bent down, rubbing her bum all over his legs, and up to his crotch. Swishing side to side, up and down, she was dancing to sultry music in her head. “Hurry Harry, unwrap me.”

He put his hands inside her shirt, running them up and down her back to find she was wearing what felt to be a sexy bra. He pushed the sweater over her head to see a small black bra that contrasted with the paleness of her milky white skin. Reaching around to her front, he grabbed her breasts as she continued to undulate her bum all over him.

As she stood up, he noticed the small dimples in her back above the waistline of her low riding jeans, and just enough bum cleavage to make him praise the gods for creating her. His hands slid down her tummy, savoring every soft inch that he felt with his open palms. He massaged up and down her torso as she continued to dance. “Hurry Harry, I need you.”

“Patience, Ginny. I want to enjoy this moment forever.” He had to fight the urge to simply rip her jeans down and slide himself in from this position, not even bothering with her knickers. He could just pull those to the side, if he were inclined to be in a hurry. But he wasn't in a hurry, and moved his hands to her thighs, scratching her through the denim. She began to rub his crotch into her bum, recalling what it felt like to have it licked.

“Tell me how bad you've been this year Ginny.” He popped the top button of her pants.
“I've had randy thoughts about you since the day after Christmas.” She moaned for him to undress her again.
“But that's not all, is it?” He popped the second button. Finally gaining control of his lust, he wanted to control hers.
“No,” she groaned. “I've secretly watched Hermione finger herself.” She continued to grind into him.
Harry's mind reeled with fantasy. “Go on.” Pop, another button loose.
“I fingered myself at the same time, and had an orgasm while thinking about you. Oh please Harry, hurry.”
“Tell me more.” He popped the fourth one.
She whimpered desperation. “Hermione fingered me right after you and I first snogged the other morning.”
Harry couldn't take much more. “Anything else?” He popped the last button open.
“Oh yesss...Much more. She and I shared a foamy bath yesterday in the prefect's loo. Harry please.”
He rolled the top of her jeans down just to her hips, but not past them, exposing her tiny black knickers that formed a T shape in the back.
“And what did you two do?” He rolled the pants down to her thighs, where he found black thigh high stockings. “Oh God.” He traced the thin strip of panties down her bum, and saw that it was too small to hide her pussy. Her bald pussy.
“We shaved each other. I licked her to climax, and shared the juices with her in a deep kiss.”
Crouching down, he pulled her pants to her ankles, inhaling the aroma of her twat. “But that's not all, is it?”
“She licked my bum, and I loved it. I begged her for more. She fingered my cunt and my bum at the same time. Please Harry.”
The thought of her enjoying anal pleasures from a girl opened new fantasies about her. He slipped one foot out of the jeans. “Did you cum?”
“Yessss....I have never cum so hard in my life. I fantasized about all three of us together in there.”
He slipped her other foot free. “Did you kiss after that? What did it taste like?”
“Heaven...Heaven served on a sultry tongue. Please Harry, I need you in me.”

He stood, and pulled her up so that he could whisper into her ear. “I still have to get your knickers off.”

Ginny whipped around, grabbing him in turn, and forced him to trap her body against the wall. “Bugger knickers, go around.” She pulled them to one side. The flame in her loins for him wouldn't be denied any longer if she could help it.

Putting her arms over his shoulders and pulling herself off the floor, she wrapped her legs around him. “Please Harry.” Her chest expanded so much with each breath that he thought the clasp on the front of her bra would snap in two, letting loose her perfect cup-sized breasts. He put his hands under her bum to support her light body against what he was about to do to it. “What do you want me to do again?” he asked, teasing her one last time.

“Fuck me Harry, please.”

Without warning, or the need of his hands, he pushed himself all the way into her with one deep thrust and hit the back of her pussy. Screaming aloud, she had an orgasm instantly. The penetration was enough for her after all the torture he had just put her through. Her cunt gripped his cock like a vice. Not waiting for her to finish, he pumped furiously into her. Little splashes of her juice sprayed out onto his balls as he fucked her as hard as he could. She worked her lace covered legs up and down as they gripped his torso, desperately trying to match his rhythm. There was to be no love-making here, not yet.

Harry grunted as he continued to force himself into her tightness. He hadn't even waited for her to open up. He didn't care, and he knew she didn't care either. He wanted desperately to get off. She looked down to watch him fuck her. What she could see of her red fur past the nearly non-existent fabric of her knickers pushed outward each time he thrust into her. He saw it too, and almost lost control with the thought of how much he filled her with each thrust. He leaned into her hard and bit her neck, causing her to cry out to him. She was already on her way to another orgasm. Her body rocked against the wall as he pumped into her. Her head rolled back and forth, her cries getting loud again. “Cum inside me Harry.”

“I can't...you...know...that.”
“Yesss...you can. I ... I.....Oh God...I took a ...a...con...tra...cep...tive....po...tion.” She cried out the last two words in hard syllables in rhythm with him rocking her into the wall. Her pussy gripped him again. He knew he wouldn't last through another one. Thoughts of him releasing himself inside her made him feel the control of his lust slip away. More of her juices splashed out onto his balls. His cock forced squishy sounds from her cunt as he pumped her for all he was worth. Sweat rolled down their chests, collecting at their navels, intermingling across both of them each time he pushed in.

“What else...do I...get to...do to...you?”
“Lick my bum...” The thought sent her close to the edge. “Fuck it...with your...tongue” Her climax was at a critical stage. “With your...fingers...” She envisioned him doing what he was now, to her bum. Doing it with his cock. “With...your...cock...” She buried her face in him, muffling the screams that would surely echo throughout the halls if she didn't. The big one had arrived. Her pussy gripped Harry harder than it had yet, and he couldn't take it any more. His cock swelled as he gave one final pump all the way into her, his balls spraying deep inside her, putting out the fire of her lust. They were both temporarily satiated.

He withdrew, and put two fingers in her cunt. Making sweeping motions, he scooped out as much of his stickiness as possible before it all drained out of her to the floor.

“I said don't worry Har-”

Her words were silenced as he fed his cum to her. She sucked his fingers hungrily, licking them clean. As she lowered herself to squat down in front of him, she felt more of him drip from her slit, rolling back to collect at her bumhole. She put Harry's spent cock into her mouth, tasting herself upon it. She sucked it clean as he started to get hard again. “My, my. It seems you aren't done yet.” She leaned her head back against the wall as he fucked her mouth. This went on for several minutes before she stopped him. “It's my turn.”

Walking to the couch, she picked up her wand and touched it to her pussy, muttering a charm to clean up the little mess they had just made. She rested deep into the couch as Harry got down before her. Closing her legs, she let him slip off her knickers.

Keeping her legs closed, Harry pushed them into the air, exposing her bald slit and little bumhole. Leaning his face into her, he licked up and down her smooth lips, breathing in her scent. Ginny moaned with pleasure as she grabbed her ankles. She pulled her legs close to her, freeing Harry's hands. He scratched up and down her thighs as he sucked on her pussy.

Placing an arm around the backs of her knees, she pulled her legs in tight, raising her bum higher. “Lick me a little lower, Harry, please. I want to feel my bum being pleasured.” As he licked her pucker, she gasped in and out quickly. The feeling sent small electrical storms through her entire body.

Harry pushed a finger into her pussy as he continued to lick in and around her bumhole. He felt dirty now, and it turned him on extremely. Collecting juices on his other hand, he pushed a finger barely past the entrance of her bum. She lost control of her heavy breaths as he rimmed her tight ring of muscle. He spit on it to lube her some more, and worked it in and out of her. He moved his tongue to her clit, and ravaged it as he pushed his fingers in and out of both holes.

Ginny pressed her face into her knees, no longer able to control her body. She was beyond excitement now, she felt primal. Her natural instincts to copulate took control, and she began pushing up to meet his fingers. As the tight ring of muscle in back began to relax, she felt his finger enter her deeper, filling her completely. Just when she thought she couldn't hold anymore of him inside her, he put another finger in her slit. The nerve endings in the thin lining separating her cunt from her bum sparked over and over as she cried out. “More! Please give me more.” Harry withdrew his fingers and rolled her onto her knees. Her bum burned from all the attention it just received. She pleaded with him to hurry. He stood up, and entered her pussy from behind. She gripped the back of the couch as he pumped into her bald slit.

He grabbed her sweaty hip with one hand, pulling her back to meet his forward thrusts as he slid a finger from his other hand back into her bum. It went in easily this time, now that she had relaxed. He rimmed her ring of muscle again, pushing against it harder than before, stretching her to new levels of ecstasy. He leaned down and spat into her pucker again, lubing it as he tried to force another finger in. He couldn't get two in very far yet, but was determined to do so. “Relax for me. I want to fill you completely.”

It took a few more minutes of stretching, but he finally pushed both fingers deep into her, stopping at the knuckles. He could feel his cock through her thin lining with both fingers, and again felt dirty. He reveled in the feeling, and pumped her harder. Again, there would be no love-making. Only hard, feral sex, fulfilling the desires of two people exploring every inch of their bodies. Sweat fell from them both each time they collided. Ginny arched her back with ecstasy as she undid the clasp at the front of her chest. Her breasts swung free, and bounced together as Harry fucked both her holes.

“Cum inside me again.”

He was almost ready. He wanted to feel her holes grip him with orgasm one more time before he finished. He worked his fingers in and out hard and fast now, forcing short, throaty screams from Ginny's lips. He reached around to the front of her pussy with his free hand and rubbed her clit. She collapsed her upper body onto the back of the couch, her every muscle going numb. Her stockings couldn't grip her sweaty thighs anymore, sliding down to her knees. She hung her head over the back of the huge piece of furniture and watched it move across the floor a little each time he entered her.

The constant flutters in her pussy forced him into overdrive. He penetrated her as hard as he could, pushing deep into her, hitting the back each time. He got his wish, and felt her entire body contract, focusing all of it's strength to the two places where he was violating her. Harry was really giving it to her now, and she exploded with release. They both screamed with orgasms as he pushed one last time into her, and let his slickness fire into her, wave after wave.

He withdrew himself from her and rolled her wracked body flat onto the couch. He lay beside Ginny, cuddling her as they both caught their breath. She was trembling, still feeling aftershocks throughout her body from her last climax. “It felt so good for you to ravage me like that, and to cum inside me.” She reflected on what just happened, and turned her head so they could kiss. She tasted the sultry flavor of her bum on his tongue, and felt his cum flow from between her legs.

“Merry Christmas Harry. I hope you like your gift.” She smiled at him, and rested her head on the softness of his arm. He reached around and held her sweat covered stomach. “I love it. I wish it was Christmas every day.”

-End Chapter