Put Your Head Between His Knees...

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to write a one-shot smutfic, but I’ve never had the proper plot in mind. This just jumped into my mind on the drive home from work (over the course of one red light, might I add). I think one of my weaker muses was feeling sorry for me. If you ask me, there aren’t enough Harry/Ginny stories around.

Anyway, if you\'ve never heard the origin of the title before, it\'s kind of a spoof on the ol\' plane crash brace position: \"Put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye.\"

Obligatory disclaimerness: Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter sadly belong to Jo Rowling. I, however, have decided to make them my own little puppets for a day, and will have them shag one another\'s brains out in a one-off smut fic. If Harry Potter was mine, I\'d mistreat him like this too. You know you would, also, or you wouldn\'t be reading this. Ms. Rowling, I promise to rinse them off before I return them in time for Book 6, and turn in any and all profits from this to you (even though you really don\'t need them). But I won\'t give you my reviews! They\'re mine, ALL mine!!! Mwahaha... ehhem. Before the disclaimer gets to be longer and more entertaining than the story, I will shut up. Here you go...

(And always remember: An author with a review is a happy author! Unless of course you\'re rating me with three stars and not telling me why. Then I get angry. So REVIEW!!!)

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Put Your Head Between His Knees & Kiss The Light Goodbye

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Ginny took Harry’s hand in hers and leaned across the small table, nearly knocking over her cosmopolitan and Harry’s butterbeer with her ample cleavage. She looked deeply into his eyes, lips mere centimeters from his, and whispered breathily.

“Harry, there’s nothing the Light can offer me. They‘ve simply failed me one too many times. It’s too late. I’ve made my decision. Hell, you\'re lucky I\'m giving you fair warning,\" she softly giggled.

Her auburn red hair gently tickled his forearm, and he suppressed the shudder that ran down his spine.

“You’re sure? There’s… nothing I can do to,” he cupped her delicate neck and gently ran his thumb along her jaw, “convince you otherwise?”

Ginny slumped back in her seat, released his hand, and crossed one lean, tan leg over the other.

“I’m sorry, they’ve just failed me time and time again. When Tom called on me my first year, nobody bothered to try to bring me back, nobody cared how I felt when it was all over, nobody questioned how easy it was for a first year to fall into his grasp. Wasn’t my penchant for the Dark obvious after a while? I mean really, Michael Corner? Dean Thomas?” Ginny giggled. “That had to mean something.”

“I hardly think dating all the black boys in the school means you’re destined to follow Voldemort.”

“You know what they say. Once you go black, you never go back.” She grinned over the rim of her glass. “Besides, Harry, not like you never bothered to prove that little saying wrong. Tempt me back, as it were.”

“By that line of thinking, you should have screwed Sirius. Anyway, you never gave me the chance.” Harry took a deep swig of his butterbeer.

“You were never available.”

“I was after Cho dumped me.”

“I was with Dean then.”

“If you had wanted me so badly, you could have left him!”

“I was fourteen then! I was hardly out looking for a shag with the savior of the Wizarding world!”

“Didn\'t stop you from fucking Dean\'s brains out. If it meant keeping you in the Light, I would have gladly shagged you silly.”

“Did you want to put that theory to the test?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Would you, Harry Potter, savior of all that is good and magical, like to try to keep me in the Light, by shagging me silly?”

“That’s sleeping with the bloody enemy. I’m not going to do it. I’ve never claimed to be THAT good a fuck anyway. ”

“I don’t have the mark yet.” Ginny shrugged off her little black leather jacket, revealing a strappy dark purple cocktail dress, and showed Harry her left forearm.

“Put your clothes back on. I’m not bloody sleeping with you. You’re going over to the Death Eaters, you said it yourself.”

“What’s to say I’m not going over to become a spy for the Light?”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it.” Harry swirled the last few drops of butterbeer around the bottom of its bottle.

Ginny slid down from her stool and sashayed over to his side of the table, placing one hand obscenely high on his thigh. She resumed her previous whispering tactics.
“At least give me the chance to give you a proper goodbye. It’s only fair.”

“You’re like a black widow, you know that? Fuck em’ and kill em’. Bloody Slytherin tactics. And stabbing your family in the back while you\'re at it.”

“Gryffindor courage can be fatal when turned against a fellow housemate. Never taught you that in Defense Against the Dark Arts, did they?”

Harry’s body betrayed him as Ginny’s hand crept slowly higher. She inched her body closer to his, pressed his upper arm between her breasts, and ground her moist heat into his knee.

“I don’t fuck Death Eaters.”

“I told you, I’m not a Death Eater.”

“You’re as good as marked.”

“Just let me say goodbye properly.”

“If you’d stay with the Order, you wouldn’t have to say goodbye.”

“Harry, the Order in its infinite wisdom, has failed me time and time again.\" She leaned back against her bar stool, crossing her legs at the ankles and her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts out over them. \"My own family put me on a pedestal as their ‘little girl’ and forgot to check on my emotional status every once in a while. There’s nothing left for me in the Light anymore. I’m giving you your chance to redeem yourself. Hell, I could even try to strike a deal with Tom for your life.”

“…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. He wouldn\'t agree to it no matter how many Mudbloods you held down while his henchmen fucked them to death.”

“Then why don’t we just put animosity aside, and you can give a girl what she’s wanted since she was ten?” Ginny leaned forward and pressed her pouty red lips to the base of Harry’s jaw, and sucked lightly. A light moan escaped Harry’s lips, and his body reacted in a manner that was completely detached from all rational and logical thought.

“I know you want to. You’re a man. All men want this.” Her hand slid from his thigh to the tent in his trousers. “Just call it dancing with the Dark.”

“Ginny, just shut up before my brain catches up with my body.” He quickly stood, went to the bar, pressed a handful of Galleons into Tom’s hand, and took the two bottles of butterbeer and the room key that were being offered him. Ginny grinned a feral grin and followed him up the narrow staircase.

He pressed the key into its lock, turned the knob, and held the door open for Ginny to enter. She swept into the room and threw a come-hither look over her shoulder while kicking her shoes off into a corner. He quickly cast a silencing charm, warded the room, then tore off his jacket, threw it haphazardly across a chair, missed, and let it land in a pool on the floor. He crossed the room in three steps, grabbed Ginny roughly by the elbows, crushed his lips to hers, and rammed his pelvis against her.

“You lecherous traitor. Do you see what you do to me? What you’ve done to me since sixth year? Seven years later and you still get me horny as a crazed teenager.”

“God, Harry, skip the pleasantries and fuck me,” Ginny breathlessly moaned, tearing at the knot of his tie.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” He tugged at the zipper of her dress and pushed and peeled it down her body, leaving it to pool at her ankles.

“I know you’re ready.” She pressed herself against his crotch and ground, leaving a wet mark at his zipper. “I’m past ready. Now fuck me.”

“You’ve got a lot to learn in the art of manipulation, love. What would Voldemort say?” Harry slowly and gingerly undid the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned his cuffs, and shrugged it off his shoulders. Under Ginny’s hungry gaze, he tugged his white undershirt off his lean but muscled chest, and tossed it onto the chair in the corner that his jacket had previously missed.

Ginny’s impatient hand ran down her flat stomach and came to rest inside the waistband of her thong. Harry undid his belt, keeping his eyes glued on the frantic movement of Ginny’s fingers. His pants slid down his toned legs as Ginny sunk down on the bed, continuing to pleasure herself. Her nipples hardened to peaks beneath the strapless purple bra she wore, and after a moment’s agitation, she tore her thong from her body. Harry peeled his socks off his feet and casually slid out of his navy blue silk boxers, tossed them to the rest of his clothing, placed his glasses atop the pile, and slowly walked toward the bed, erection bobbing proudly out ahead.

Ginny leapt from her spot on the duvet, grabbed Harry around the waist, and tackled him to the bed. She rolled him to his back and pinned him down with the same agility she had displayed on their first day of hand-to-hand combat during Auror training.

Her knees clamped down on Harry’s ribcage, arse thrust into his face, head bent between his thighs, tongue working feverishly on his balls, hands running over his cock. She leaned a bit to the left and ran her pussy across his nipple, slowly grinding into his pectoral. Harry let out a deep moan of pleasure as he went into sensory overload.

Ginny was thoroughly encouraged by his vocal response, and pushed her arse back to grind his face, while her mouth wrapped itself around his cock and she bobbed violently up and down. Sensory overload shifted to suffocation and agitation and Harry bucked her from his body.

“Move over. You’re worse than a bitch in heat.” He flipped her over and threw himself onto the bed between her legs, burying his face in her folds.

“You know,” Harry looked up and spoke between nibbles, “some guys get really,” licks, “insulted when you try,” sucks, “to finish yourself off,” and kisses, “without letting them have a go first…”

“Ohhhhhhh Harry shut up and oooooooh!” Ginny squealed and thrust her hips off the bed and into his face. Harry tugged her clitoris between his lips and sucked hard, causing Ginny to scream at what was a apparently the top of her lungs.

“Good lord woman!!!” Harry pounced and brought his face level to hers. “If I get you off now, will you shut up so I can fuck you properly!?”

Ginny suddenly stilled. Harry hovered above her, chest heaving in anger. She gazed into his eyes, he glared into hers. Slowly and hesitantly, she reached up to lace her fingers through his tousled black hair. She trailed her fingers across his scalp, gently massaging the nape of his neck, drawing him ever closer up the bed.

“I’m sorry Harry. Can you blame me? My dream of the last… what, twelve years? Finally comes true. I can hardly be expected to behave like a rational being.” Ginny drew him in for a kiss.

“Will you hold still this time?” Harry wrapped an arm around her back and unfastened the offensive piece of lacy purple cotton blend of muggle fabrics that still encased Ginny’s bosom.

Ginny nodded and grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and dragged him down for a prolonged and passionate kiss. Harry gently ground his knee into the apex of Ginny’s thighs as she groaned into his mouth. He slowly pushed her legs apart with his and settled in between them. A twist of his hips had him buried to the hilt. Ginny let out a guttural moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, hair fanned out across the pillow. Harry withdrew completely, then forcefully thrust back in. With each thrust, Ginny let out either a primal moan, a deep grunt, or a squeal. Harry covered his annoyance with her intensely vocal performance by flipping them both over and letting her ride on top. She wrapped her feet around his calves and pushed herself down on him. Harry grabbed her arse and lifted her off, which she responded to by thrusting back down. This process continued until they were both panting and pleading for mercy.

Ginny let out a moan that increased in pitch until it became a squeal that tested the very limits of Harry’s silencing charm. He grabbed her roughly around the back and pulled her mouth down to seal off the offending sound, still thrusting into her below. When her screaming stopped reverberating against the back of his throat, he held her torso to him, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, wrapped her legs around his back, and lifted them both of the bed with ease, striding across the room, cock buried deep in Ginny.

Harry, mouth still welded to hers, shoved the pile of clothes from the chair in the corner and sat down, Ginny straddling his lap. She quickly planted her feet on the floor, got comfortable, and resumed her intense pumping. Harry bucked up his hips, hands gripping the seat of the chair for leverage, meeting Ginny thrust for thrust. Ginny wrapped her hands around the back of Harry’s head and unknowingly gripped his hair as she once again lost herself to the passion. Harry continued thrusting as Ginny rode out another orgasm in his lap. When she finally finished clamping down around him, he peeled her off his lap, turned her around, and bent her over the chair.

A cool breeze swept across Ginny’s ass, lightly teasing her pubes. Harry positioned himself behind her, buried himself, and began violently thrusting into her pussy, paying no regard to her pleasure. She, of course, came again anyway. Upon feeling himself being milked by her walls, Harry finally shuddered and came violently, spilling himself deep within her. After a moment, he sunk into the chair and pulled Ginny into his lap to catch his breath.

Ginny quickly recovered and swung herself out of Harry’s lap to find her footing. She gazed appreciatively at his toned, glistening, and exhausted form for a moment, then silently turned to gather her clothing and strode to the bathroom. After a long, hot shower on her own, she climbed back out, toweled off, cast a drying charm on her hair, and charmed herself back into her skintight purple dress.

Difficult as it was, Harry had to leave his feelings for Ginny behind once and for all. She had proven to him that she wasn’t the sweet little Gryffindor he had gotten to know over the course of six years at Hogwarts and in the years thereafter. She had evolved into a vindictive, manipulative, seductive, malicious, embittered bitch who had been left to no other path in life than to join the ranks of the Death Eaters.

The bathroom door swung open and Ginny stepped out fully clothed. She swung her jacket casually over her shoulder and smirked at Harry.

“Thanks for that, Harry. You really are a brilliant fuck. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Probably one of the best I’ve ever had. I’ll see you on the battlefield.”

The hotel room door slammed shut as Ginny Weasley left the light behind for good.


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