Ron's Sister Wears Matching...

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Row Rowling.


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Harry sighed, looking down at the parchment.
It wasn't that he couldn't figure it out, it was that he didn't care.
He yawned, he stretched. He went down stairs to get some coffee.
On the way up he passed Ginny's room...Hermione's room too, for the summer.
He peeked inside. Neatly stacked on a desk were all of Hermione's school books and many tightly round scrolls.
He stepped in. The nagging voice inside his head was ignored as he began opening and then rolling scrolls.
He found it. All the examples he would ever need to prove that when mixed with proper ingredients wormwood was indeed the active agent that makes the drinker crave raspberry jam.

Hermione and Ron were gone for the day. In fact the whole Weasley family were gone for the day, watching a quidditch match.
Harry had declined to come. He had one week to finish all his homework set to him at the start of the summer holidays.

As he was leaving he heard someone coming up the stairs. He panicked. He ran back into Ginny's room and into he closet.
It was small, be so was he.

Someone came into the room.

Harry was momentarily confused. The match would have just started fifteen minutes ago.
Then he remembered. Ginny didn't go. She was working at a muggle pub down in the town.
Her shift was done.

He held his breath as he looked through the crack in the door where it didn't fit the frame properly.
Her cheeks where red and there was a small smile playing on her lips.
Harry's eyes widened as he realized she was taking off her uniform.
Black bar holding round breasts. Black underwear that did not cover her ass.
Harry could feel himself getting aroused. He wanted to touch. To live in this moment.
There was something incredibly sexy about the way Ginny was moving around the room.
She hadn't put any close back on. From somewhere in hoom oom music was playing.
The curtains were closed, and only candlelight illuminated the room.

Ron's sister, Ron's sister....
Harry could not control his hand that was reaching down. Ginny was lying on her bed; she was smoking.
Her lips sucking it, exhaling smoke, she touched her breast and she read. Her face was blushing, tongue licking bottom lip.
Harry let out a very small moan.
Ginny heard it.
She walked over the to closet. Harry's hand shot out of his pants but Ginny could see the bulge.
She didn't look scared. Harry what are you doing here. Nothing. Come out of the closed. OK...
She sat down on her bed. Harry could do nothing but stare at her body. He reached to touch her, she shrunk away. But she was still blushing, still smiling.
...Sorry...bye...

Two days later. Rain poured down.
Mrs. Weasley remembers Ginny didn't take a coat.
Harry just happened to be drinking tea at the kitchen table.
Harry, dear, would you go...
Haritteitterly trudged down the path to the town.

It was late, he was cold and his shoes were letting water in.
The pub at least looked warm.

Ginny did not work at the bar. She was too young. She seated people and brought them water.
Harry sat at the bar, at the only chair left in the whole building. It was packed. He put his and Ginny's coat on his seat and looked around for her.
Though the haze of smoke he couldn't see a thing.
He jumped when the bartender asked what he would have. Rum and coke.
The seemed to be more rum then coke.
Warm. Another please.
Ginny was on the other side of the room. He waved he over. No, busy, wait.

He waited. People left, beer please. Can a bum a smoke?
Ginny moving round and round the room, taking glasses. Bending over to wipe a table. Red bra this time. Does the underwear match?
He found out from Hermione, she wore thongs?

She smiles every time she passes. Ron's sister Ron's sister.
Two hours later. Still pouring. Ginny's off. Harry downs his last rum and coke.

Wait a minute. She talks to the bartender. Gives her a big brown bag.

What's in the bag? Blushing again.

They hurry back home. He holds her so she doesn't slip. She lets him.
She whispers in his ear about her day, about people who come and drink and eat.
The house is black and silent.
Thanks for bringing my coat. No problem.

She goes up the stair, following. The skirt is short and black...so short. His hand reaches, just brushed. Her ass is right there. Do they match?
She pauses but does not turn around. Keeps moving.

Ron's room is not nt. nt. There is a rhythmic bumping noise, moans.

Walk away quickly. Her light is still on. He knocks but doesn't bother to wait for an answer.
She's undressing. Her shirt is off. Her skirt is not. The brown bag is on her bed the contents lying on the blanket. Bottle.
She holds it up. Want a drink? She sits crossed leg on the bed and pats the space beside her. She takes a swing and giggles.
Bar tender has a soft spot for her, gives her a bottle once and a while. She usually saves it for parties at school.

Getting drunk, already had a lot at the bar. Drinking and smoking. Ginny doesn't have a shirt on. They are lying beside each other.

Harry reaches over and touches her hair. Her face, lips neck, down lower. Her stomach is tight. On an elbow, kiss. Lips together, warm. Tongue asking for entrance, yes.
More…please. Harry bites her lip, she moans, her tongue sliding against his. His hands behind, no bra. His hands are warm, firm but soft. They touch her nipples, soft becomes hard and tight. It feels so good.

Lips touch nipple, tongue wet, swirling around. His hands are moving, touching everywhere. They are searching, down, slowly. Under skirt.

Harry goes slow at first, not really touching, then slowly he parts the lips of her pussy. She is wet. He finds her clit, swirling, pulling, so wet.
Her breathing is loud. She moans. Harry has never been this aroused. Her moans are like a drug. He'll do anything to get more.

He pulls off her skirt. Red thong, off. Naked. Beautiful. He kisser her, while he touches. Her hips are moving, thrusting. Forcing him to touch harder.
He licks her nipples, her stomach, so slowing moving down. She moans in frustration. He licks her hipbone, her inner thigh. He ads ads her legs. Her smell is intoxicating. He flicks her clit and again she moans. He keeps playing; licking it until her clit is a hard nub. Then he moves his tongue down. It pushes into her.
He fucks her with his tongue, she moans louder. Back to clit, then in. Perfect rhythm. She's thrusting harder. So close. A pillow over her mouth and a muffled scream.
Panting. Harry licks his lips and takes another drink.

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Should I write more? Should there be a plot?

Thanks for reading

-beau