The Holidays Are Here

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Chapter One

It was Harry's sixth Christmas holiday at Hogwarts, and once again, he had nowhere to go. Fortunately for him, Hermione stayed at Hogwart's for the holiday, as well as Ron and Ginny. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were in the Americas for the entire season; Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were visiting Bill again.

Harry had just woken up, and made his way down to the common room where Hermione and Ron were chatting about something that Ron didn't quite seem to grasp. “Harry, you ever heard of the polimcus?” he asked.

“It's not polimcus Ron,” Hermione said, frustrated by his inability to pronounce anything having to do with the muggle world. Slowly, she said “Olympics.” She began to wonder why they didn't have a muggle relations class in their first or second year.

“Sure,” Harry replied. “Hermione's parents are there now, why?” He looked into the empty fireplace, and mentally noted the cool temperature of the room.

“I just don't get it.” Ron started. But Harry stopped listening, and just nodded here and there. His attention drifted to Ginny, who was just entering the room. She, like everyone else, was still in her pajamas. However, unlike Hermione, Ginny's nipples were pressing out at the soft fabric of her pajama top. He was careful to look away before anyone might catch him staring at her petite chest. He had become quite good at concealing a look here and there at her athletic build.

“Good morning Harry.” Ginny smiled at him, and then to the others. “Hey Ron. What's got you all confused this morning? I can see it in your face already.”

“Never mind,” he said. “I'm going to breakfast.”
“I'm coming too,” said Hermione. “I think it's time you learned about figure skating.”
“Come on Harry, let's go eat.” Ron's invite was more like a plea for help. He certainly had enough talk of the polimcus, or whatever it was, but feared he hadn't heard the end of it from Hermione. He felt his sanity was in jeopardy.

“No thanks, I'm going to dress first.” Harry glanced toward Ginny, then back to Ron. “We'll be down in a bit.”

As the door shut behind Ron and Hermione, Harry turned his attention back to Ginny, her face suddenly flushed. “What are you blushing about?” he asked. She just shrugged her shoulders in reply. Harry saw her breasts jiggle briefly, noticing that her nipples were still quite hard.

“You know, Harry, the four of us are the only ones here for the holiday. In Gryffindor, I mean. What do you think we'll all do to pass the time?” She looked down, watching her hands fidget along the hem of her shirt.

“Well,” Harry started, “You know Hermione's going to be in the library the whole time. Ron's going to be in there to, getting some help from her, most likely. I've got to put in a little time myself, but not nearly as much as they will.”

“Good,” Ginny said, looking up. “I mean, um, it's good that we'll be able to spend time together, instead of being bored the entire holiday.” She looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed her excitement at having plenty of opportunities to be alone with him.

Harry liked that idea very much. She moved over to the couch next to him. “I want to share a secret with you.” She paused for a moment, not sure if she should go on. Her heart would surely burst if she didn't, though, so she continued. “I've never kissed a boy before, but there's one that I've been wanting to kiss for a long time.”

Harry was a bit surprised by how open she was being. It wasn't like her at all, unless she meant that he was the certain boy she was talking about. “What's his name? Do I know this guy you're talking about?” He asked with a secret hope that she would say his name. He stared deep into her beautiful brown eyes, and moved a bit closer, waiting for her to speak from her pretty pink lips.

She softly tucked her long red hair behind her ears, and moved next to Harry. Their legs were now touching, and she felt a warm tingle in her tummy that seemed to move down between her legs. Feeling herself getting wet, she panicked briefly, remembering that she didn't have any knickers on under her pajama bottoms.

“It's you, Harry. My knickers get soaked every time I think of you and I together.”

He glanced down at the seam of her pajamas, and saw her wetness seeping through. He felt an erection coming on, and had no way to hide it now. “Well, if it's time to be honest,” he said, looking down at his own pajamas, “you get me turned on all the time, Ginny.” He turned to face her on the couch, no longer hiding his hard sex from her. He placed a hand on her thigh and gently stroked the cotton fabric that hid the softness of her skin from him.

In one bold move she leaned into him, bringing her mouth close enough to his that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. Harry's erection was full now. Her breasts felt so soft against him! Their mouths hovered close to one another for an eternity, their eyes darting back and forth at each other's faces, before he finished the move. He kissed her, and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame. Both of them could feel the rush of excitement move throughout their bodies.

Ginny couldn't believe what was transpiring, but was unsure of what to do next. She was in uncharted area here, so she just did the first thing that came to mind. She undid the top two buttons of her shirt, exposing her neck and collar to Harry. Pulling her lips from his, she leaned back a bit and gave him an inviting look.

Harry wasn't quite sure what to do next, but he figured she wouldn't stop him from doing much. He leaned over her, and kissed her neck and collar gently. Her breaths were getting heavy, and he was exhilarated by this. Making his own bold move, he pushed one hand under the hem of her shirt, feeling the pale skin around her bellybutton. The sensation of touching the soft muscles of her tummy sent him soaring. His heart was racing, randomly skipping a beat here and there.

She moaned aloud as he moved his hand up to her left breast, massaging it, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers. She pushed the fingers of one of her hands through his shaggy hair, pulling his glasses off with the other.

Ginny opened her legs, and pulled Harry close to her body. For the first time, she felt a man's hardness against her. Harry's hardness. She brought his lips back to hers, and they kissed again, this time using their tongues. His chest rested against hers intimately, and she felt his heart beating against the rhythm of her own.

As Harry began to slowly rock his hips into her, he could feel her moistness seeping through into his pajama bottoms. He withdrew his hand from under her shirt, and opened another button. Pushing the fabric to the side, he resumed exploring her breasts. Ginny replied by dropping his glasses to the floor with a moan, and opened the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Pushing him downward, she used his face to move away the fabric that was left covering her breasts. “You have to promise to kiss them gently, Harry. Don't leave any marks for Hermione to see.”

Harry's thoughts wandered briefly to her room upstairs. Had she and Hermione seen each other naked, while changing perhaps? What a rush! He leaned back to explore her freckled, pale chest with his eyes. Many times had he stared at it, but it had always been hidden by her clothes. His fantasies about her naked torso were close to the mark. The hand-sized orbs were topped by the tiniest pink nipples a girl could have, just as he had imagined them. They stood right out, hard as could be. For a breif second he wanted to grab his glasses off the floor, but worried about killing the moment.

She rubbed her hands over them briefly, then ran her fingers through Harry's shaggy hair again as she guided his lips to her nipples. Pushing an arm between the couch and her lower back, he suckled each one gently, then kissed all around them, going down to her bellybutton. Licking into her navel, her tummy spasmed with each pass, and caused her pussy to twitch. She ground herself against Harry's chest as he continued to lick her tummy.

“Suck my nipples again, Harry.” she whispered. “Please. And rub yourself into me some more. I really liked that.” Harry liked it too, and was more than eager to go back to that.

They both began to sweat as their hips began to pick up the pace. Harry's pajama bottoms were soaked through in the front now from Ginny's wetness. She pulled his shirt off to expose the muscles of his torso and chest. "Oh my," she gasped in suprise, "I had no idea you were so...so...in shape.”

“It's from...playing on...the team” Harry replied, between heavy breaths. He was concentrating on the movement of her breasts, and how they matched his rhythm. They were glistening with sweat, the morning sun playing on them sensuously. They both stared at each other's naked chests as they went into a full-out grind of their hips. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him into her harder now. She began to whimper with pleasure, and he started to grunt as they both began to lose control. “Faster, Harry, I'm almost there!” She breathed.

“Me...Too.”

Her pussy was getting hotter than it ever did when she masturbated, and her mouth began to let out little high pitched noises. She began to cum, and her pussy let loose a wetness that spread around the insides of her thighs from Harry's grinding. He felt it spreading, and it sent him over the edge. He grunted loudly, and moaned out her name as his balls squirted out load after load of hot stickiness inside his pajamas.

They both laid there, embracing and giving wet kisses to each other. Harry, feeling his boner subside, took one last look at Ginny's breasts before he got up. They both stared at his pajamas, which were soaked now from both of their juices.

Feeling a bit awkward, Harry spoke. “I think I need a shower.” He chuckled for a moment, as she buttoned up her top. “Me too,” she replied, looking at her own pajamas. “I'll meet you down here in a bit for breakfast.” Her lips curled upward, flashing the prettiest smile he had ever seen from her.

“Does this mean I'm your girlfriend now, Harry?”
“I would like that very much. But let's not tell Ron just yet. He may freak out.”
“Agreed.” She was glowing now, and it showed.

“Ginny, can we do this again later?” Harry asked abruptly, afraid he might lose his courage.

“I hope so,” she replied. “Maybe, if we can find a way to buy more time in the common room, we can do a little more.” She stepped into him for one more kiss. Standing on her toes so her mouth could meet his, she kissed him passionately as she took his hand and rubbed it into the seam of her soaked pajamas.

Feeling her soft mound through the wet cotton fabric, Harry got hard immediately and pressed it against her stomach to let her know what this was doing to him. He rubbed her mound for a few more minutes while she rubbed his boner, until they heard Ron and Hermione arguing outside the common room.

Scared to death, they both ran to their rooms to get cleaned up.

-End Chapter