The Holidays Are Here

Chapter Five

Harry and Ginny walked through the snow covered grounds to the stadium. He had many happy memories here, as well as a few he would rather forget. But he had Ginny with him now, and this made him happier than ever.

As they crossed the field, making their way to the stadium, they both heard a familiar voice. “'arry! 'arry, is that you?” Hagrid was bounding toward them, a happy pep in his stride.

“Come on,” Harry said. “Let's go say hello.”

Ginny was hesitant. She recalled hearing Hagrid's name mentioned during all the things that happened to her in her first year here. “Ginny, listen to me. Hagrid's harmless, okay?” Harry tried to calm her fears. “He had nothing to do with that. Well, actually, he helped us, in a roundabout way. He helped us find you in time.”

She smiled, letting him know that she would be all right.

“Right then,” Hagrid said. “Hello 'arry, hello Ginny. Goin' out to the stadium, are ya?”
“We are.” Harry replied. “Ginny wants me to show her a few moves to practice for next year.”

“Right. Gotta win that cup for Gryffindor every year that ya can while yer 'ere.” Hagrid clapped Harry on the back, nearly knocking him down. “Which reminds me, 'arry. Minerva, that's Mrs. McGonagall to you two, she left for the 'olidays this morning, and asked me to watch the over house while she's gone, since it's only the four of yeh.”

“Okay, thanks Hagrid.” Harry knew that Ron and Hermione would be happy to hear the news. “By the way, has anyone booked the stadium for practice today?”

“Nope. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about shuttin' it down, since 'ardly any of the other players are 'round this year for the 'olidays. But if you want to use it, go on ahead, 'arry.” Hagrid, lowered his voice. “Just don't go and get yerself hurt, or sweet little Ginny here either, got it?”

“Sure thing.” Harry knew Hagrid worried too much, but he felt better knowing that he worried too much about them, rather than not at all. “Well, gotta go. Maybe all four of us will pop in for tea after lunch.”

As they arrived at the locker rooms, Ginny felt a little nervous. “I'll just wait here for you then.” Harry frowned at her. “Nonsense, come in and warm up a bit before we head out. You'll be thankful later when your bones are shaking from the cold wind.” Harry pointed up to the sky above the stadium.

As they got inside, Harry walked over to his locker. Opening it, he pulled out his gear. With his back to her, he quickly got out of his clothes. Ginny noticed his back was just as well defined as his front was. His bum was rather cute too. She let out a giggle, and turned away as he looked around at her. Harry grinned at her. “What so funny?” She just giggled more. Harry tossed his shirt at her. “Never mind, it's too cold to stand here in my unders. We'll finish this out there.” He smiled and turned back to his locker and finished getting his gear on.

Suddenly, his shirt hit him in the back of the head. “Right! You're in for it now Ginny Weasley!” He turned around and chased her out on to the field. She had enough of a lead on him that she was able to stop and command her broom. “Up!” she said, and got on in a hurry, barely getting away.

Harry, still running, tossed his broom out in front of him, and just as it touched the grass he shouted “Up!”. He had learned to command the broom to his hand while running. Professor Lupin, always cautious for Harry's safety, thought it might come in handy one day.

He swished up into the chilly mid-morning air, following her around. No matter how she tried, she couldn't shake him. He was even closing in on her. Before long, she felt him tugging at her sleeve. “Slow down, you little tart. I want to have a word with you.”

“Oh, so now I'm a tart, am I? Harry Potter, I thought I told you I'm not that kind of girl.” They both slowed to a stop, hovering about fifty feet above the center of the field. Harry pulled her into him. “I know better than that, you little minx. Come here.” He pulled her to his face, and kissed her softly, taking her tongue into his mouth.

“I love you, Ginny.” He gave a warming smile to her, and then whispered into her ear, “You're it.” Laughing, Harry took off with a blur of his robes, leaving Ginny behind shouting at him. “Ooooh! That's it Harry Potter! When I'm through with you, you won't even remember how to fly, much less play quidditch!”

He teased her for a good ten minutes before slowing down to land. Ginny, still angry with him, slowed down too, but didn't stop. Instead, she leaped from her broom, and crashed into him in a flying tackle sort of manner. They both balled up in midair as they crashed to the ground, rolling over and over each other, both fighting to pin down the other. Harry finally gave in and let her straddle his chest, pinning his shoulders down with her knees. She smacked him lightly across the cheek. “Ow! What was that for?”

“For forgetting how to treat a young lady, Harry. Especially when that young lady happens to be your girlfriend!” She smacked him again, this time on the chest. He just laughed, and used his strength to reverse their position. He laid between her legs, and kissed her again, pinning her arms to the ground above her head. “I still love you, Ginny, even if you are a tart.” Harry laughed again, and Ginny couldn't help but laugh as well. “Tart or no, it makes no difference to me, so long as I can call you my own, Ginerva Weasley.”

“Oh, but I am your own, Harry, with all the pieces of my heart.” Harry kissed her once more, and got up. “Come on, let's go before someone sees us.” He helped her up, then fetched their brooms while she brushed herself off. They got back to the locker room, and Harry began to undress again. “After I get changed, we'll go back so you can change before lunch.”

“We can't go back yet, Harry.”
“What? Why not?”
“I made a promise to Hermione.” Her face flushed, realizing that she had just given away their secret.
“Ginny?” Harry asked, in a more serious tone. “What are you hiding?”
“Oh, bother.” she sighed. “Hermione asked me if I would keep the two of us out of the tower until lunch. You see, she thinks that she and Ron might-”

“What?” Surprise hit Harry like a ton of bricks. “Are you serious?” His voice changed to a whisper as he began to grin. “Do they really like each other that much? I never would have believed it. Well, good for them.”

“You're not mad then?” she asked.
“Why should I be? I'm in love, and our best friends might be as well. I hope, anyway. You know how they like to argue on about things.” Harry chuckled. “It's a perfect match, really.” He looked over at Ginny, and saw she had a new look about her.

“Harry, let's snog some more, right here, right now.”
“But what about our clothes? Remember the mess we made this morning?”
“We'll just have to take them off,”she said, already slipping out of her robe.

She stepped into him, and pressed her body against his. She ran a hand along his hardening cock, and gave it a squeeze through his clothes. “I want to play with this.” In response, he slipped a hand under her shirt. “I want to play with these.”

Harry helped Ginny strip down to her underclothes. “You are so gorgeous. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you.” She just smiled, and helped him out of his clothes, kissing him all over as she pulled them away.

Ginny pushed Harry against the lockers with a loud bang. “You get me so hot Harry.” She took one of his hands and slipped it down the front of her knickers. “Feel how wet I am for you.” Harry slipped a finger into her tight cunt, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He reached around with his other hand and undid the clasp to her bra, freeing her breasts from the tight fabric.

She arched her back, enabling him to push his finger deeper into her. Trying to squeeze another one in, she stopped him. “It won't fit, not yet. I've already tried.” She thought back to this morning with Hermione.

Harry grinned. “You are a little tart. I knew it.” He abandoned the attempt of squeezing two fingers into her. Instead, he found the back of her twat, and tickled around, looking for her sweet spot. Her pussy began to flutter, and finally clamped down on his finger. “That's it,”she moaned, “right there.” Her pussy let out a flow of love onto his hand and soaked her panties.

She looked down at his waist. “Now, let's get you out of these.” Ginny got down on her knees, and pulled his shorts off. His rigid cock pointed straight up to the ceiling. “That's better,” she said. She kissed up and down his shaft before placing her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked the tip briefly, then pushed it all the way back to her throat.

Harry was astonished. He had no idea that she knew how to do that. He was even further surprised when she placed his hands on her head, and motioned for him to push her face into him. Grabbing onto his bum, she pulled his shaft into her mouth. “Ginny, have you done this before?” She pulled his cock out of her mouth. Looking at the string of saliva tracing from his cock to her lips, she said “No, but I did steal a foot-long from the great hall a few times, for practice. Is it working?”

Harry just slipped his cock back into her mouth. “You bet it is.” He began to fuck her face without her guiding him now. She moved her hands to the front, cupping his balls with one hand, and massaging his stomach with the other. He didn't last too long with her deep throating him like this. He felt his balls start the inevitable build. “I'm going to cum!” She gently squeezed his balls with her hand, and put her other back to his bum, forcing him all the way to the back of her throat. She backed off after the initial burst, and collected the rest in her mouth and on her tongue.

Pulling off him completely, she stuck out her tongue and let Harry watch his cum slide to the back of her throat before closing her mouth and swallowing it completely. “You taste so good, Harry. I want to do that every day, for the rest of my life.”

“And I want you to do it every day, too.” He smiled as he helped her up. As they embraced, Harry heard a loud bang on the door. He wrapped her up in his body and turned his back to the door, protecting Ginny from whatever was out there.

“arry, you all right in there?”

Harry, frightened and relieved at the same time, answered .“Yes Hagrid, we're fine, thanks.”

“What do you mean, we?” He began to turn the knob.
“Don't come in Hagrid, please!” Harry begged him.
“Please Hagrid” Ginny pleaded. “We're...” she paused and looked to Harry.
“We're not dressed Hagrid.” Harry finished for her.

“Oh, okay. I'll just-” Hagrid paused for a moment. “OH! Oh boy, yep. Ruined a perfectly romantic moment. Sorry, 'arry. Sorry, Ginny. Sorry 'bout that. I'll just be on my way then, take yer time. And don't worry 'bout comin' 'round for tea later if yer don't want to. I understand. Anyway, I'll-”

Hagrid paused for a minute. “Now wait jus' a minute. I'm supposed to be in charge of yer two.” Hagrid reached for the door again.

“Hagrid!” They both shouted.
“Oh, right! Well then , jus' get yer clothes back on and get back to, well, where ever you want to go I suppose, and we'll all jus' forget about this little incident then. Right, and don't you two be sneakin' up 'ere again like this, or I will have no choice in the mattter. I'll be forced to turn you two over to, well, you know what I mean.” Hagrid was flustered to no end. He turned and walked back to his cabin.

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Harry and Ginny made it back to the common room just in time for her to change and meet Ron and Hermione in the great hall. “Gryffindor score,” Harry said. He held the door open for Ginny, and as they entered the common room, she let out a gasp.

“What's wro-”

Harry froze next to Ginny. Ron and Hermione were both asleep on the floor, next to the fire, wearing only the house banner. He looked around to see the rest of their clothes strewn about. They looked to each other and shared a silent laugh.

“Right,” Harry whispered. “Let's just go to our rooms, and slam the doors. That ought to wake them up.” Ginny agreed. They both went to their rooms, and slammed the doors shut. Immediately, they heard the two shuffling about downstairs. A few minutes later, Ron came into the room.

“Sorry about that, Ron. We really did mean to wait a little longer, but Hagrid caught us in the locker ro-” Again, Harry stopped in mid-sentence. He realized a bit too late that he probably shouldn't be telling Ginny's older brother that they got caught snogging out at the stadium.

“What?” Ron exclaimed. “Harry, please tell me you're playing a joke. Please tell me you didn't get my sister kicked out of school. Please.”

“Don't worry, Ron. Hagrid let us go.”
“Oh, Merlin! It is true!” Ron was pacing now. “If you so much as...I'll rip your...ooh!” He shook his hands together, squeezing an invisible neck in the air.

“Ron,” Harry looked him dead square in the eyes. He stood up and slowly walked toward him. “I love her. There, I said it.” He opened his arms. “She loves me too, you know. It's that simple.” Harry smiled, and looked to his friend for approval. “I promise,” he spoke as he closed his hands together. “I won't hurt her, ever.” Ron's face still showed a lack of faith in his friend where his sister was concerned, and Harry saw it.

Harry's voice now changed to a dark tone that sent a chill down Ron's spine. Raising a hand to point right at Ron, Harry's eyes turned cold, and wind began to sweep around the room. “I promise, anyone that ever tries to hurt her will find their hands burned off at the stumps, right before I rip their chest open and show them their fucking heart! Got it?”

Harry's scar suddenly stung. He put his hand to it, trying to push the pain away.

“Calm down, Harry. I believe you. Look at what you're doing to yourself. This is what I'm worried about.”

“What I'm doing to myself?” The pain slowly ebbed away. “You started this,” Harry chuckled. “Are you sure you're okay with this, with me and Ginny?”

“Better you than some jerk who'll wet himself at the first sign of trouble. At least I know you'll protect her.” They exchanged smiles. “I'm sorry I yelled at you, Harry.” Ron extended his hand, and they shook on it. “You gave me quite a scare, you know. I bloody thought I was going to piss myself for a moment.” Harry chuckled again. “Sorry Ron. Let's go. The girls are probably waiting on us already.”

They both found the two girls standing at the foot of the stairs, both looking stunned.

“Oh, bullocks,” Harry sighed. “You didn't hear what I said up there just now, did you Ginny?”

“We both did, Harry.” Hermione answered for the both of them. “It's so romantic.”

Harry looked back to Ginny. A tear slipped from her eyes. All she could do was nod her head, agreeing with Hermione. He wrapped her up in his arms. “I love you too damned much. I would risk everything to protect you. I realized that when we were at the stadium. As soon as I heard that bang on the door, all I could do was think about how to protect you. I felt like such an idiot for not bringing my wand with me.”

Harry thought about his parents, and how much they loved each other. They had met at Hogwarts too. Somehow, he knew that they would be happy for him. He closed his eyes, and let a single tear streak down his cheek.

Hermione smacked Ron.

“Ow, what was that for?” He looked at her, and saw that she was crying now too. He moved over to hold her, guessing that was what she wanted. She didn't smack him again, so he figured his guess to be the right one.

“Come on,” Harry said to everyone, wiping Ginny's tears from her eyes. “Hagrid told me the best news. Let's clean up, and I'll tell you over lunch.”

-End Chapter