Running Away

Yada yada i don't own harry potter.



“Well, Ginny, I am hungry, so I might as well. Where is everyone? I’ve been knocking for a while.” said Harry to the bathrobe-clad girl currently offering to feed him.

“Well, Dad’s at work, Fred and George are at the shop, and Mum and Ron have gone shopping in London for the day, so I wouldn’t expect any of them to be home until at least just before dinner time. Say! Why didn’t you write to tell us you were coming?”

Harry proceeded to tell her about the fight, his leaving, the ride on the Knight Bus, and finally arriving here this morning.

“Oh, you poor thing!” she exclaimed, suddenly becoming protective, moving away from the stove to hug Harry as he sat in the chair. She hugged him tightly, pressing her pert breasts to the side of his face. If only she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge in his trousers! (She did of course, she just refused to let on…yet.)

Setting plates of eggs, toast, and bacon before herself and Harry, Ginny “accidentally” allowed him a nice side view of one of her tits as she poured them some orange juice. Harry could almost make out the outline of her nipple, and the thought only served to fuel his increasing lust.

Sitting down, Ginny watched him gulp nervously and then begin eating. It was fun to watch him squirm like this as she manipulated him into a state of horniness that would hopefully cause him to go for her. She ate quickly, then upon standing up knocked over an orange from the fruit bowl on the table. She set her dishes in the sink, then bent over to pick up the orange, making sure that the bathrobe slid out of the way so that Harry would have a nice view of her ass and twat, covered only by a flimsy white pair of panties that he could easily see through.

Standing up, she set the orange back in the bowl, then told Harry she would be right back as she walked through a door to the living room. Making sure he could not see her, she swiftly removed her bra and panties, leaving her clad in only the bathrobe. As she walked back in, Harry stood up, still red-faced, and put his own dishes in the sink, while commenting, “What was that about?”

“Oh Ron told me to be sure Pig got fed, so I did. Come upstairs Harry, I want to show you my room.”

“Umm alright, I suppose.” Harry followed her up the stairs, his eyes on her bum the entire time. They entered her room and she began to point out all the various things and what they meant to her. After a time Harry stretched and yawned and at this, Ginny began to act offended at his lack of interest.

“Why you giant prat!” she said, pushing him over onto the bed, grinning all the while. “I ought to kick your arse!”

“Bring it on then,” said Harry, excited at the prospect of wrestling with the girl that he found incredibly attractive. Ginny entered a crouched stance, planted her feet firmly, and crooked her hand at Harry as if to say “Come get some.” Harry stood and walked towards her confidently and reached out to tickle her. Shrieking wildly as his fingers found their targets in her ribs, belly, and armpits, even through the bathrobe, Ginny dashed around the room, desperately try to escape Harry’s nimble attacks. As she dodged to the side and jumped onto the bed, Ginny reached out and grabbed Harry’s collar and was amazed to see his shirt come with her as the buttons were shorn clean off.

“Well, there goes that. Any more of my clothes that you plan to steal?” Harry asked with a cocked grin on his face.

When you put it that way, sure!” Ginny retorted, as she reached towards the fly of his jeans. Harry jumped away, and along the way, grabbed the cord of the bathrobe, hoping to see Ginny in her underwear. He was shocked to discover that she wasn’t wearing any. “Now Mr. Potter, it seems that you’ve gotten yourself into a little bit of trouble haven’t you?” purred Ginny as she strutted towards him with a nearly instant shift from innocent teen to twisted seductress. “Tell me Harry, do you like kitty-cats?” she asked, gloriously nude and infinitely sexy, “Have you ever washed a kitty-cat like it was meant to be washed?”

Harry was in a state of shock as Ginny pushed him on the bed again, but this time, she came with him. Rigid in more ways than one, he watched as she ran her hands from his belly to his chest and back again, grabbed her own breasts and pinched the nipples, and then spanked herself while straddling him. Leaning over, she began to nibble and suck on his ears and neck, and once he had worked himself up to touch her side, she immediately went for the kill, attacking his lips with her own. Pressing harder, her tongue sought entrance to his mouth, caressing the seam of his lips with its tip. He opened his mouth, and she was upon him harder, moaning into his mouth and biting his lower lib as her tongue sought to caress his.

Then, Harry decided to go for it, and began to feel her everywhere. He was cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing her slit, grabbing and spanking her ass, and occasionally rubbing his thumb over her swollen clit. As she neared climax, Ginny put a stop to Harry’s ministrations, and scooted herself forward so her pussy was over his mouth, then placed herself over him. Instantly, Harry began exploring her twat with his mouth and reveling in the new-found taste of her that he suddenly found that he loved. The fine line of hair leading to her moistness tickled his nose, reminding him that the smell coming from her was nearly intoxicating him with it’s glory. As Ginny came, Harry drank her juices in while she bucked her hips, pressing his head into her pillows.

Ginny made a motion to reach over towards his trousers, but Harry simply refused to let that warm moist pussy get away. It was the best tasting thing he had ever found, and he would be damned if he would let it slip away so quickly. Growling softly, he flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and once more buried his face in her sweet box. After a minute of this, Harry suddenly discovered Ginny’s clit, and attacked it with such vehemence that she couldn’t help herself from pulling his hair as she screamed his name.

Things went on in the same manner for nearly half an hour, before Ginny began to beg in earnest for Harry to stop making her come with his mouth and use something else.

Harry gave away his caring nature by saying “But I really don’t want to hurt you, and I’ve heard that the first…”

“Well that isn’t a problem.” Ginny interrupted.

“You mean you aren’t a virgin?” Harry looked slightly shocked.

“Well, yes and no. See, Hermione and I shared a dorm, and a number of times we shared a bed. She gave me this vibrator, and well, I have to say although I am really tight, you don’t have to worry about hurting me.” As she was talking, Ginny reached under the bed and pulled out a very thin dildo with a bulb on the end that undoubtedly buzzed a lot. Seeing this, and imagining Ginny with Hermione, Harry went back down on Ginny, flicking her clit with his tongue as he began to slowly push first one, then two of his fingers into her soaked opening.

“Oh yes, Harry” Ginny moaned, curling her fingers in his hair and occasionally tugging it when Harry got to her swollen clit. “You make me so wet.”

“I try.” He replied, his face glistening with her juices and his eyes twinkling as he looked up at her before diving back down to lap at her as if he was dying and she secreted a potion that would save his life.

“Please Harry. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” She was openly begging now, she needed his cock and she needed it now. Harry nodded in approval and stood up, shocked as she attacked his pants, peeling them and his boxers down to his ankles and helping him to remove them entirely. She brought herself back to eye level with his fully hard cock, 7 and ½ inches long and twitching as she breathed on it. Without a seconds consideration she plunged her mouth over it, slurping and licking it not just to give him pleasure, but to get him ready to pleasure her. Laying back on the bed she spread her legs and without a word commanded him with her eyes. It was a short message, consisting of only one concept. “Now.”

Harry crawled over her, then leaned on one arm and use the other to rub her swollen pussy lips with the engorged head of his cock. Not wanting to tease her any more, he slipped inside of her and slowly began to push, stretching her as he went. God was it incredible. He had never felt anything like this before, yet here he was with Ginny wrapped tightly around his dick, moaning his name. He liked, no loved it. And judging by her face, Ginny was enjoying herself too.

He pushed until he was completely buried in her, then began to slowly rock himself back and forth, filling her completely with each stroke. She made small moans each time he pushed forward, and soon he began to pick up speed until he was hammering away at her pussy, making her small screams almost constant. He knew it hadn’t been long, but it was his first time and he had kinda expected to be quick. As Ginny came again, he popped his dick out of her pussy and into her mouth, where she sucked and slurped until he blew his load down her throat.

Holding Harry as he slept, Ginny became very worried as she remembered the fact that Hermione was incredibly domineering, and had made Ginny vow that any boyfriends she ever had would also be Hermione’s property…