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Puppy Dog Tales
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
41,751
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ginny Undone
Chapter Four: Ginny Undone
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Ginny’s breath stuck in her throat and her mouth went dry. She could not have swallowed even if she had wanted to.
“Hello, Hagrid,” she replied weakly. “I… I…”
She stopped. Hagrid’s eyes had flickered down to the basket. Even as Ginny watched, his expression became one of horror, and the redhead instinctively knew that he had realised that Fang’s bed had been moved. When his eyes flicked towards her, and noted the fact that she was rather obviously hiding something behind her back, Ginny knew that he had guessed what that something was.
His cheeks abruptly turned a ruddy colour and he quickly slammed shut the door – almost as if he was frightened that someone might see them within. Indeed, his first instinct was the lean against the door as he stared at her in astonishment.
Ginny licked her lips nervously, unable to tear her eyes away from the large figure stood in front of her. Tension welled in her. She desperately wanted to step away from the basket but her feet seemed to be welded to the floor. They twitched as she shifted her weight, her fingers tightening around the magazine in her hands until they ached. Her movements had the unfortunate effect of dragging his eyes down to the basket once again.
Slowly, painfully, she brought the now crumpled magazine out from behind her back.
Hagrid’s face paled beneath his bushy beard, and he let out such an anguished sound that Ginny felt clutch at her heart. To her astonishment, he slumped against the door and slid down the wood until he was sitting on the floor. He dropped his head to his hands.
“Oh! Ginny, what must yer think of me?” he sobbed. “I’m an animal!”
Ginny gasped and rushed forwards without thinking. She automatically dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around the half-giant and hugging him fiercely. His great sobs made her small body shake violently but she fought to hold onto him, wriggling closer until there was not even a hair’s width between them. It never occurred to her that she was clutching at him almost desperately, or that the backs of his big hands as they covered his face were crushed against her breasts. The only thing that Ginny cared about was calming him.
She leaned over him, breathing in the woody scent that clung to his hair and clothes. He smelt like Hogwarts – like the forest – yet underneath there was the sharp smell of the pipe he occasionally smoked and ale. Ginny’s heart fluttered a little as it enveloped her and she was uncomfortably aware of just how much she was enjoying it.
It was not just the smell of him though. Hagrid’s body was warm and solid, and her thoughts automatically turned towards how the muscle might feel. Slowly, she became aware his hands, of where they were. Each sob that emanated from his body made them rise and fall, rubbing her breasts in a fashion that sparked pinpricks of pleasure in her nipples. They hardened and Ginny felt moisture begin to gather between her thighs. She scolded herself, disgusted at her reaction.
It was inevitable that Hagrid would realise exactly what was happening. She felt him shudder against her as he breathed in, and then he was pushing her away.
Red in the face, wiping at his eyes, he said gruffly, “Yer should go ter Headmistress now.”
“I’m not going to Professor McGonagall,” Ginny said quickly.
“Yer should…”
“No.”
He stared at her, dark eyes filled with disbelief. “Why not?”
It was Ginny’s turn to blush. She sat back on her heels then looked down at her lap and the magazine she was holding there. “Because if I was going to then I would have already,” she said. “I didn’t just find it. I was putting it back. I’ve had it for nearly a week.” Forcing herself to look up at him, she added, “I… I’ve been looking at it.”
He lifted his eyebrows, clearly stunned by her confession. “Yet not disgusted?” he asked, clearly amazed.
Ginny shook her head. “No. Oh, Merlin, no. I… I found it exciting. I didn’t think I would but I do. I really do.”
His eyebrows rose further, though he did not say anything.
Gathering her courage, Ginny added, “Hagrid, what would you say if I told you that I’d like you to be my master? I promise I…”
He abruptly climbed to his feet – showing surprising grace for such a big man. Startled, Ginny broke off what she was saying and nearly fell backwards.
“No!” he exclaimed.
“Hagrid…” Ginny began, clambering to her feet. She could feel a deep dark blush starting to mar her cheeks as she peered up at his expression. He looked astonished, but also… horrified, she realised. “Please,” she said reaching out to grab his arm. He had turned away from her now and she wanted him to look at her.
“No!” he shouted again. “It’s not right. Yer a little girl, fer Merlin’s sake.”
Ginny pulled her shoulders back. “I’m not a little girl,” she argued.
“Yer are. Yer don’ no what yer want. Get out!”
Ginny began to back away as a tendril of fear threaded through her. Never, in all her time at Hogwarts, had she seen Hagrid look quite so fearsome. His dark eyes blazed, his cheeks were flushed ruddy with anger, and there was something about the way he was holding himself that suggested that he might well be on the verge of doing violence. Ginny swallowed nervously even as she felt something tug at her belly. Her question might have been spontaneous, but now she was certain. She knew if she was going to be someone’s puppy then she wanted her master to be Hagrid.
Apparently, he did not want to be her master, however.
Dejection swept through the redhead. Her shoulders slumped and tears began to form in her eyes as she realised that yet again she was being rejected. She was not even good enough to be a plaything.
Skirting around Hagrid’s tall imposing form, she flung the door opened and ran down the steps with her cheeks burning. By the time that she was only halfway to the castle there were tears pouring down her cheeks.
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AN: Sorry for the wait. Been caught up in real stuff. This wasn't beta'd so I hope there aren't too many mistakes. The next part features actual smut!
Review?
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Ginny’s breath stuck in her throat and her mouth went dry. She could not have swallowed even if she had wanted to.
“Hello, Hagrid,” she replied weakly. “I… I…”
She stopped. Hagrid’s eyes had flickered down to the basket. Even as Ginny watched, his expression became one of horror, and the redhead instinctively knew that he had realised that Fang’s bed had been moved. When his eyes flicked towards her, and noted the fact that she was rather obviously hiding something behind her back, Ginny knew that he had guessed what that something was.
His cheeks abruptly turned a ruddy colour and he quickly slammed shut the door – almost as if he was frightened that someone might see them within. Indeed, his first instinct was the lean against the door as he stared at her in astonishment.
Ginny licked her lips nervously, unable to tear her eyes away from the large figure stood in front of her. Tension welled in her. She desperately wanted to step away from the basket but her feet seemed to be welded to the floor. They twitched as she shifted her weight, her fingers tightening around the magazine in her hands until they ached. Her movements had the unfortunate effect of dragging his eyes down to the basket once again.
Slowly, painfully, she brought the now crumpled magazine out from behind her back.
Hagrid’s face paled beneath his bushy beard, and he let out such an anguished sound that Ginny felt clutch at her heart. To her astonishment, he slumped against the door and slid down the wood until he was sitting on the floor. He dropped his head to his hands.
“Oh! Ginny, what must yer think of me?” he sobbed. “I’m an animal!”
Ginny gasped and rushed forwards without thinking. She automatically dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around the half-giant and hugging him fiercely. His great sobs made her small body shake violently but she fought to hold onto him, wriggling closer until there was not even a hair’s width between them. It never occurred to her that she was clutching at him almost desperately, or that the backs of his big hands as they covered his face were crushed against her breasts. The only thing that Ginny cared about was calming him.
She leaned over him, breathing in the woody scent that clung to his hair and clothes. He smelt like Hogwarts – like the forest – yet underneath there was the sharp smell of the pipe he occasionally smoked and ale. Ginny’s heart fluttered a little as it enveloped her and she was uncomfortably aware of just how much she was enjoying it.
It was not just the smell of him though. Hagrid’s body was warm and solid, and her thoughts automatically turned towards how the muscle might feel. Slowly, she became aware his hands, of where they were. Each sob that emanated from his body made them rise and fall, rubbing her breasts in a fashion that sparked pinpricks of pleasure in her nipples. They hardened and Ginny felt moisture begin to gather between her thighs. She scolded herself, disgusted at her reaction.
It was inevitable that Hagrid would realise exactly what was happening. She felt him shudder against her as he breathed in, and then he was pushing her away.
Red in the face, wiping at his eyes, he said gruffly, “Yer should go ter Headmistress now.”
“I’m not going to Professor McGonagall,” Ginny said quickly.
“Yer should…”
“No.”
He stared at her, dark eyes filled with disbelief. “Why not?”
It was Ginny’s turn to blush. She sat back on her heels then looked down at her lap and the magazine she was holding there. “Because if I was going to then I would have already,” she said. “I didn’t just find it. I was putting it back. I’ve had it for nearly a week.” Forcing herself to look up at him, she added, “I… I’ve been looking at it.”
He lifted his eyebrows, clearly stunned by her confession. “Yet not disgusted?” he asked, clearly amazed.
Ginny shook her head. “No. Oh, Merlin, no. I… I found it exciting. I didn’t think I would but I do. I really do.”
His eyebrows rose further, though he did not say anything.
Gathering her courage, Ginny added, “Hagrid, what would you say if I told you that I’d like you to be my master? I promise I…”
He abruptly climbed to his feet – showing surprising grace for such a big man. Startled, Ginny broke off what she was saying and nearly fell backwards.
“No!” he exclaimed.
“Hagrid…” Ginny began, clambering to her feet. She could feel a deep dark blush starting to mar her cheeks as she peered up at his expression. He looked astonished, but also… horrified, she realised. “Please,” she said reaching out to grab his arm. He had turned away from her now and she wanted him to look at her.
“No!” he shouted again. “It’s not right. Yer a little girl, fer Merlin’s sake.”
Ginny pulled her shoulders back. “I’m not a little girl,” she argued.
“Yer are. Yer don’ no what yer want. Get out!”
Ginny began to back away as a tendril of fear threaded through her. Never, in all her time at Hogwarts, had she seen Hagrid look quite so fearsome. His dark eyes blazed, his cheeks were flushed ruddy with anger, and there was something about the way he was holding himself that suggested that he might well be on the verge of doing violence. Ginny swallowed nervously even as she felt something tug at her belly. Her question might have been spontaneous, but now she was certain. She knew if she was going to be someone’s puppy then she wanted her master to be Hagrid.
Apparently, he did not want to be her master, however.
Dejection swept through the redhead. Her shoulders slumped and tears began to form in her eyes as she realised that yet again she was being rejected. She was not even good enough to be a plaything.
Skirting around Hagrid’s tall imposing form, she flung the door opened and ran down the steps with her cheeks burning. By the time that she was only halfway to the castle there were tears pouring down her cheeks.
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AN: Sorry for the wait. Been caught up in real stuff. This wasn't beta'd so I hope there aren't too many mistakes. The next part features actual smut!
Review?