The Waterhole

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I am so thankful, and I felt inspired, so here, earlier than I anticipated, is chapter 6.



Apologies for the typos in this fanfic. I was writing so quickly it just spluttered out at times!


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THE WATERHOLE



A Ron/Ginny fanfic



by lordoberon



Chapter Six



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Ginny's POV



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It didn't take Ginny very long to get over her shyness. Well, rather, it was Ron that inadvertently convinced her not to be shy anymore. For a few days after their realizations of love for each other, Ginny was shy with Ron. It was very hard not to blush every time she saw him, and on the third day Ginny became so out of sorts when she saw him exit the bathroom with a towel around his waist (and with Fred standing next to her, no less!) that she decided, she had to avoid him. It would be hard on him, it would hurt his feeling, but she had to. Until she had a better hold of herself, it was necessary.



On a Saturday, exactly a week after Ginny had kissed Ron and initiated the entire physical part of the relationship, the Weasleys went to a community picnic up the lane. Every year, Mrs. Weasley dragged as many of her children as she could to the event, so that the other wizarding families of the area would know how proud she was of them. Ron might be an Auror, she always said, though really that was just an idea of Harry's that Mum had once heard Ron say, "Maybe" to. And Ginny was almost done with school, Mum would say with a loving glance in Ginny's direction, and getting wondrous good marks.



Of course, what the children knew was that secretly, behind their hands, some of the other families laughed at them. They said, "Look at that fat woman with all her children. Look at their red hair. Why is she even here? Sure, she makes good things for the community bake sale, her family's good gossip, but why doesn't she just leave? We may like muggles, but have you met her husband? He borders on obsessive about them! Yes, even engaged me in a conversation about those telifuns, once, he did...."



At least, that was what Ginny had once heard Ron say once, and upon observing people at the picnic last year, she had concluded he was correct. So it was very begrudgingly that she and Ron accompanied their mother to the picnic this year; Ginny felt especially nervous because it was only she and Ron this year. Dad had escaped with work excuses, and the twins were "Going out on dates, mum, aren't you glad for us? You always said we don't have enough of a social life, too absorbed in our joke shop stuff. Well see, we're out and about! So don't make us come to that picnic."



Mum had accepted that farce, and so here Ginny was, walking through the woods and trying to avoid everyone, but most of all, the one who was usually her companion in misery at this picnic: Ron.



Part of Ginny wanted to throw herself upon Ron and hug him when he showed up in front of her, and part of her wanted to run away. What to say to him? The week since their doings had passed as normally as anything had before it. She didn't want it to be over, but she had lost her nerve the Sunday after that special day.



"Ginny, come sit by me," Ron said, and with slow steps Ginny sat down next to him. She saw him admiring her in her yellow sundress, and blushed, tipping her white hat down a little more over her forehead. Ron was wearing a nice jacket for the occasion; he had foregone his best robes because those, he said, he had sworn to never wear again since graduation day. They were too purple, he complained, and not blue enough.



"Gin, I'm not going to ask you how you are. I can tell you're being shy..."



Ginny turned to him and flung her hat in his face, saying, "Don't take that laughing tone with me. It's not like I can help it!"



With a big sigh she lay down in the grass, huffing. Ron tossed the hat away and leaned over her, and she saw he had a big smile on his face from trying not to laugh. Immediately she felt the shyness come over her again and looked up at the trees to her right. "That's a nice jacket you're wearing, Ron," she said as nonchalantly as possible.



"Thank you, Gin. Would you like to take it off me? It's a bit hot in this weather. Besides, I think the shyness is cute."



Ginny frowned and looked even more intently at the trees. They were white sycamores, and she could see a ladybug flitting around the mushrooms at the foot of one. "Cute? Don't call me cute, Ron."



"You like pretty better," he laughed. "Or beautiful, right?"



She blushed, and he must have taken this as confirmation, because he started to laugh more. Ginny couldn't help but laugh with him. What was she doing, being a silly shy girl? That was the sort of thing Hermione would do. Ginny thought, between Luna and Hermione, she was more like Luna - willing to dive into crazy situations headfirst.



"Okay then, you...you beast," Ginny said, smiling. She sat up, and moved her hands down Ron's torso, undoing his buttons with trembling fingers. He smiled when she looked up at him. Ginny looked around quick before leaning and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.



"There," she whispered, "I've decided I can't resist anymore. No more shy girl."



Ron smiled wider, and clapped his hands, saying, "Well, good. I was wondering how long you could hold it up for. Of course," and here his voice lowered, "I admit I was too shy myself to shove you out of it. Took me a whole week to get my bearings on all this, too."



Ginny just nodded, secretly repressing a mischievous giggle. Ron yelped in surprise as she pulled the jacket off his shoulders and back, effectively pinning his arms behind him with the tight fit of the cloth.



"Haha! Got you now!"



"Gin! What are you doing? I, I knew it," he said as she pushed him down to lie on the grass.



"Knew what?" Ginny laughed, leaning over him.



"You're a...a closet kink person, aren't you, Gin? Tying people up like this..." His voice had gone all husky as he said this, and she quite liked how his eyes became stormy the closer her lips got to his.



"And what if I am," she murmured, and then she kissed him. Past the lacy folds of her dress she could feel his chest panting beneath hers, and the way she had control over him was exciting. Maybe I DO like this sort of thing, Ginny thought with surprise.



They both moaned as the kiss got more sly; tongues slowed down, and the way his stroked against her with gentle care made Ginny lose her breath and wonder, if she tied him all up, how much more passionate would he become?



That was their reuniting, and Ginny reflected later on, that it was by far the best community picnic she had ever attended.



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It was funny that even though she knew him so well, somehow, Ron thought that he could be sneaky around Ginny. It made her laugh and it simultaneously made her sad, to see the guilt that came in his eyes sometimes, after he kissed her. For a few weeks after their realizations of love for each other, this guilt burned in his eyes.



She knew he was not giving her up as he had once said he would, for he loved her too much, and she was determined to keep them an 'us.'



Their kisses were still passionate, and as of late, more tender. Ginny itched to be nearer to Ron. When she saw his bright eyes looking at her when he turned to share a laugh with her, her heart thumped loudly in her ears. When she witnessed him sleeping on a hill by the lake with the twins one day, she felt her face flush in love for him. She wanted to lay down beside him, to kiss him, and to say his name with feeling.



The secret had to be kept, though, so Ginny restrained herself. It was with this burning restraint in her, lying in her bed, that Ginny decided she was too impatient. I don't want to wait anymore, Ginny thought.



This is new to us both, and it's scary to walk around holding hands and be afraid that someone we know will see us. It's scary to catch a kiss while doing laundry, and be afraid that mum will open the door. I have to let him know how much I want him.



Ginny groaned in anger at herself and at the whole situation. She was lying in bed and it was late at night, she was alone, with her hands swirling around her breasts beneath her nightgown.



She jumped in alarm as thunder rumbled again, and used the flash of lightning to get up and find her slippers.



That's it, I can't wait anymore.



The floor creaked loudly as Ginny stepped out of her bedroom door. Ron's room was down the stairs a ways, right off from about the twentieth step up. His room was still on the upper story, but not as high as hers. She repressed a giggle as she crept, step by step, down to his door. She cursed her fumbling feet as the step beneath her right foot groaned loudly.



But the noise of the attic ghoul was louder, luckily, and the storm helped her. Ginny smiled to herself, and wrapped her hand around the knob of Ron's bedroom door. It opened slowly, and she shut it behind her with a click. She heaved a big sigh as soon as the door was closed, and stood there panting for a moment.



Safe! Whew. Ginny slipped over to the bed and almost laughed aloud. Ron lay turned over on his stomach, one arm flung over his pillow, drool dribbling out from his mouth. A reluctant sock still hung onto his toes, and he wore his Quaffle shorts again. She knelt down beside him on the bed.



For a moment, Ginny just let her eyes wander over her brother. She admired the broad sweep of his shoulders, the little cut below one shoulderblade, and the slope of firm buttocks beneath that pair of shorts. With a smile, Ginny slid her hand up the back of Ron's thigh, up his torso, and pushed him over with a grunt.



She locked the door as a precaution, and then stuffed the sock that had been hanging on Ron's foot between the door and the floor. She knew her brother's signs: that particular sock placement always meant, "Occupied, don't come in!"



Ginny sat down again, and let her fingers wander over her brother's body. Lovingly, she traced the strong shape of his jaw, the long nose. Her breath hitched as her finger slid down the gentle curve of his neck, and then over those sensitive nipples. The hair around his navel was soft and fine, different from the coarser curls on his abdomen. With her hands clammy in excitement, Ginny slid her hand down beneath Ron's shorts, and stroked up and down Ron's cock.



She giggled to herself at his low moan, and then pulled the shorts down off of him. A thrill of excitement at the playfulness of it shot through her, even as her body thrummed with warm, sudden need. She snuck one hand up past her nightgown to stroke up and down her slit in time with her hand's coaxing strokes to Ron's cock.



Her mouth got a little dry from watching her hand move over him. It made her breath pant and her nipples hard to feel the soft skin beneath her fingers, to feel his cock stiffen and burgeon in response to her touches.



"G-Ginny...," sighed Ron, and she looked over at him to see his eyelashes flutter slightly. She pulled harder at his cock, tugging a firm grip up from the base to the tip. You're so beautiful, she thought, staring at his cock. It was firm beneath her now, risen up, and she wanted to lick it. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth with desire to lick over that large, hungry cock. Mmmm.



Ron's eyes opened, and he came awake with a grogginess that made her laugh. He jumped in surprise when he saw her, but Ginny kept her hold on him, digging her hand into his thigh. She pulled her body over, closer to him, and resumed her hand's ministrations to his cock.



"G-Ginny...Merlin, Gin! You're crazy...you could've told me you wanted it that badly, you know," he laughed, and then his eyes were on her, taking in the way her nightgown hugged her body, the way her fingers now thrust into her wet hole.



"Fuck, Gin," he murmured. She let her hand fall away from his cock, seeing the eagerness in his eyes. Slowly she bent down. She swept her hair up behind her, and let her sticky hand part from her hole to push over his thigh. He shuddered in surprise and anticipation beneath her, groaning at her tongue's first touch to his cock.



It felt so good to touch him there again. The heat burned beneath her tongue, and his cries were only muffled by his fist, which he stuffed into his mouth and gnawed at as he watched her. Lust burned within Ginny, trickling down her legs, thrumming in every limb, pounding in her heart and making her body tremble as she sucked Ron's big cock into her mouth.



He tasted salty and his skin was soft. She whimpered in arousal as Ron thrust into her mouth at a slow and steady pace. He was making her want to come right now, but she had to wait. She wanted to wait for him.



His moans drove her on. She moved her tongue at a faster pace, stopping a couple times to gasp for breath. Once, she looked up at him, and the look in his eyes was so deliciously overtaken that she wanted to do something extra for him. Only Ron could make her feel so passionate, so out of control. She loved it.



So Ginny sat up, and tore her nightgown from her head. It felt good to feel the sweat on her skin and not the thick cotton plastering against her. Ginny gave Ron a smile, and then bent down again. She had wanted to try this for a while. With panting breaths she eased her body down, and pushed backwards, so that she straddled his knees. Then, purring in curiousity, Ginny leant down. She pushed her heavy breasts - mmm, they ached with want - over Ron's cock, taking the length in her cleavage.



With one hand she stroked the length up and down, pressing it against her breasts. She moaned and began to move, moaning louder as Ron's cock stroked up and down between her breasts. She pushed harder, enveloping the length as best she could in the valley between her breasts.



His precome was leaking out, smudging her breasts, slicking her skin; she rubbed the head of his cock against her hard nipples, gasping at the sensation and the sight. Oh, god.



"Ron," she moaned, "Oh, Rooon."



Then, he couldn't wait anymore. Those hips began to thrust, and he gasped her name pleadingly. So Ginny, with one last fondle to her breasts, started up again, and sunk her mouth over his cock. He was over soon, splashing into her mouth, and she drank it as she came, too, with a low moan of satisfaction.



For a long time then, they slept. The sky was foggy grey with early, early morning light when Ginny woke up. She found Ron lying beside her with one arm around her waist, his eyes staring into her face.



"Ron..." She blushed. "I'm sorry I was so forward. It's just, I was too impatient, even though, maybe, I should feel embarassed. I...I wanted you too much..."



He laughed. His long finger stroked slowly up and down her cheek, as he whispered, "It's okay, Ginny. I understand. I really understand. Before you knew how I felt about you, I was crazy with need....of course, I still am, really...don't feel like you have to hide it, Ginny. Hiding it only makes it hurt more, makes it drive you crazy more."



She smiled, blushing, and nodded.



Ron's gaze was glued to her body, she noticed. His eyes wandered down, taking in her breasts, her stomach, the little damp curls between her thighs, the way she shook at his staring. It made need swirl in her stomach; the longer her looked, the more she wanted whatever he could give her.



With a suddeness that had her gasping for breath, Ron's hand slithered up her thigh and touched lightly over her folds. Ginny tried to calm her breathing (to no avail) as his fingers simply stroked over her. Then his fingertips were sliding in to touch the hot wetness of her core, to tickle at her entrance for a moment. She moaned his name, and suddenly his finger was inside her, thrusting faster and faster the more urgently she said his name.



When her thighs clenched around him, Ron slid a second finger in, easing. Simultaneously his free hand stroked over his breasts, groaning as he edged his thumb over her hard nipples. Then his two fingers were stroking faster, urgent.



"Oh, faster, Ron...Rooon..."



"Ginny, mmm," he sighed, and his hair brushed over her breasts a moment. Then he opened his mouth and began to lap at her nipples, over and over. His fingers moved faster, driving into her so hard. Ginny held back her shout with difficulty, gnawing on her lip. She squeaked as Ron's mouth slid over her breasts, sucking her nipples with soft, hungry moans. She whimpered softly as he sucked harder, and even edged his teeth over and nibbled a little bit.



"Ron, more....I...want more!"



The sucking over her breasts became faster. Oh, it felt so good! Ron's fingers disappeared from between her legs and she rubbed her thighs together, wanting them back. She felt his arm over her legs; he was searching for something on the bed, what was it?



The hard wood of his wand stroked over her thigh, and Ginny gasped in pleasure and surprise as Ron slid the oak shaft up, up into her hole. He stroked it slowly at first, and then a little harder. He was sure not to go too far. The sensation was so different, so good, that Ginny bit down on his shoulder to keep her sounds from being heard. Oh, this was good. It was fuller and harder than any fingers could ever be. It was strong. It felt amazing.



The heart-thumping question came into Ginny's mind, even as her body pulsed in orgasm: How much better would it feel to have Ron's warm, hard cock thrusting into her body? His throbbing heat inside of her, thick and hungry, as his body shifted against hers and he trembled in desire over her?



It was a thought that wouldn't leave Ginny, and one she pondered over for a long time after.



She knew, of course, that it was wrong. Sex, of all the things she and her brother could do together, was the most wrong of all. It was the thing that seemed the most incestuous, the most terrible, to do. But the more she thought of it, the more she wanted it. She knew that, if Ron wanted it, she would not say no.



She decided though, for it made her fearful, too, when she thought of it, to see how things went, and let things just flow. "Go with the flow," Hermione had once told her long ago, in an odd moment of Muggleborn advice. Hermione always gave good advice, and especially about important things. So Ginny decided she would listen.



Go with the flow.



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