Room of Requirement

All of a sudden, on the wall across from a tapestry about trolls and ballet, there appeared a door. The door was not that surprising to Harry, who had been awaiting its arrival. It was behind the door that interested him the most. The Room of Requirement, it was. Harry had been in the room a few times in the past, many of those times accompanied by his current companion. The red headed girl was just turning the corner into the seventh floor corridor when the door appeared.

“We weren’t followed,” Ginny Weasley said, slightly out of breath. The last time they had been together in the Room of Requirement, they were practicing the Defense Against the Dark Arts…Harry had an inkling that those lessons would not help him tonight.

Harry waved his wand-free hand into the room, “After you,” he said. “You’re sure that nobody followed us?” Harry stayed outside of the room momentarily, looking side to side as he was about to cross a street.

Harry was startled when Ginny’s hand came through the door and grabbed the front of his cloak, pulling him through and closing it behind him. They both knew the door they just entered was now invisible from the corridor and Harry’s mind began to be at ease. This was quite the opposite of his body though, as his pulse had noticeably increased and his breathing became shallow. Ginny did not seem uncomfortable as she held his cloak in her hand still, her pulse was only slightly elevated in anticipation. Harry looked down at her hand and she gave out a small laugh and let go before looking around.

The Room of Requirement was a special room that provided the users whatever they needed for their task. The large area that was available for the D.A. meetings was no longer: there was now a large bed near the wall, with windows that were showing a sunset although it was still the middle of the day. “What did you ask for, Harry?” Ginny asked as she looked around. There were flowers on a table that were giving off a scent much like her perfume, candles floating around slightly dimmed, and soft music that seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

Harry blushed at her question and tried to think of an appropriate way of stating his request for the room, “For a romantic, private place.”

“Did you say who for?” Ginny asked, coming closer to Harry, who was getting more nervous by the second. Harry shook his head and smiled, wearily. “This room is much smarter than I figured.”

Harry nodded, noting that he had not asked for these specific features, but he had known they were Ginny’s ideal scene. “You like it?” he asked. Ginny nodded and came even closer to him. “Good,” he said, her advancement giving him a boost in confidence. Harry raised his hand and pushed away a strand of red hair from her eyes.

Before Harry could gaze thoughtfully into them, Ginny snapped her eyes closed, reached towards Harry with both hands and pulled him close to her in a forceful kiss. He was taken by surprise but followed her lead and ran his hands through her waist length red hair. It was smooth beneath his touch and he could’ve sworn he heard Ginny moan.

“Harry,” she gasped, out of breath, what seemed like an hour later. Harry’s eyes snapped open and stepped slightly away from her. Their lips had parted and his cloak was no longer occupying Ginny’s hands. She was reaching to the neck of her own cloak and he couldn’t help but stare. She undid the fastenings and let the cloak drop to the floor. Ginny crossed the space that separated him and reached to the same fastenings on Harry’s cloak. It too fell to the floor and the temperature in the room rose a few degrees. The room seemed to sense that there were two very friendly Gryffindor’s sharing its space.

Following Ginny’s every move, Harry shed his Mrs. Weasley-made sweater, trying to ignore the awkwardness that would arise if he though fully about the sweater maker and the actions that were to come. Ginny’s Gryffindor vest was thrown off her, albeit by her own will, and had come to rest on one of the bed’s posts. She had at some point kicked off her shoes and was teetering on the edge of the bed trying to take off her socks and loosen her tie at the same time. Harry on the other hand was still nearly fully clothed and took both of her hands in his.

“Typically it’s the guy that rushes in to this,” he whispered and after a very long second of silence, they both laughed. “Let me.” Harry reached down to her legs and grazed her knee that was bare from her hiked up skirt. He caressed her thigh as he pulled off her sock, repeating with her other leg. Ginny had given up on the tie and her hands had come to rest in Harry’s unkempt hair. His green eyes looked up at her through his glasses and he winked.

Harry stood up and kept full eye contact while kicking off his own shoes and loosening his own tie. While not breaking eye contact, Ginny reached forward from her sitting position and grasped Harry’s belt loop. He breathed in sharply, but pretended like it hadn’t affected him to the extent that it did. He was sure there was a tent-like quality in his pelvic reason and was glad that Ginny was focusing on his eyes instead. Harry let go of his tie when her hands started to travel down the front of his thighs; he snatched them up quickly and gave up all inhibitions before placing them on his belt buckle. While Harry’s mind was racing and he felt as if he could die from embarrassment, Ginny broke out into a coy smile. She kept her hands where he placed them and stood up gracefully.

Leaning in for another long, deep kiss, Ginny worked magic with her hands, so to say. Her wand was on the floor on the other side of the room, kept neatly in her discarded robe…but Harry felt as if something magical had happened. He felt free at once and at the same time did not want to stop snogging Ginny.

It was Ginny, therefore, who broke the kiss and pointed out the reason for his apparent feeling of freedom: his pants were piled around his ankles. Ginny let out a small laugh as Harry gaped down at himself. “You’re not the only one practicing silent spells,” she said seductively before sitting down.

Before then, Harry hadn’t been quite sure how far Ginny had gone with her previous, jealousy-inducing boyfriends. Her nonplussed attitude at the situation didn’t give him any straight facts, but he knew she was much more experienced than he. Ginny raised an eyebrow at him, still somehow focusing on his face when he was half-naked in front of her. Stepping out of his pants, Harry raised an eyebrow back at the fully clothed (minus shoes and socks) Ginny. She leaned back, apparently enjoying the power she had over him. “I don’t see where this is fair,” he whispered, causing her to come closer to him. Harry put his knee on the bed between her legs, drawing her closer still. It was only when her pelvis was touching his kneecap that he swooped in to kiss her.

At that exact time, the candles dimmed more, the smell became more apparent, and the music slowed. Ginny reached up to his shoulders and pulled him closer, Harry wrapping his arms around her still-covered torso. With blood pulsing through his veins faster than ever, Harry’s hands wandered to her chest before she nipped him on the lip and causing him to recoil. Ginny quickly reminded him that she had the upper hand, both experience and clothing wise, by uncannily reaching toward his fully erect penis and stroking it gently. She licked her lips as she did it and Harry prayed for more. Ginny motioned up with her head, slowly dipping it back and raising her eyebrows at the same time. Harry did as asked and stood, regretfully not keeping contact with her. Ginny stood with him and pulled him in for another kiss before pushing him back on the bed. She smoothed out her clothing, loosened her tie a bit more, and resumed what she had been doing.

As much as Harry wanted to remember what was happening to his lower half, his eyes fell blissfully shut and he could only pay attention to the nerve endings that were being toyed with. He couldn’t hear anything but his and Ginny’s breathing for what seemed like quite a long time. If Harry had the sense to wonder if she had done the same thing before, he would have realized the answer was a definite yes. There was no way it could feel that good the first time around.

Ginny released her grasp on his cock and licked off her lips before standing up again. At the sudden loss of contact, Harry’s eyes popped open and a relaxed grin was on his face. “You…”

“I know,” Ginny said, giggling. She threw her red hair over her shoulder and looked down into his eyes that were so often compared to his mother’s. Ginny leaned down quickly and gave him a kiss on the lips before whispering into his ear, “I saw Madam Profrey a while ago, we don’t need to worry.”

Before Harry could think to ask, worry about what, Ginny had climbed on to his naked lap and was now straddling him. Her skirt was gathered around her waist and she pushed his torso down so that he was lying. Ginny settled herself on top of him and started to undo the buttons on her shirt. Harry reached towards her and caressed his hands on her stomach. She grinned down at him, red hair falling in front of her eyes as her head was bent. Harry pushed her shirt aside as it was unbuttoned, revealing a white lace bra cupping her breasts.

Placing his hands underneath the shoulder of her button down shirt, he pushed it back, looping it under her tie over so it still hung around her neck. Ginny shrugged out of the shirt and let it drop onto the floor behind her. Tracing her collarbone with his fingers, Harry lightly gripped her tie and pulled Ginny to him. They locked in a deep kiss and she pressed her chest up against his. Harry’s breath caught at the sudden skin contact but he recovered admirably.

Harry disengaged their kiss and placed his hands on Ginny’s waist, pulling her closer. She tightened her grip around his waist and shifted her body weight to motion that they should move. Harry took the hint and held on to her as he swung his legs onto the bed and propped his head up on the newly fluffed pillows.

Taking the initiative once more, Ginny laid her body down on top of his and ran her fingers through his messed up hair. Harry took a bit but overpowered her by grasping her tie in his hands and pulling her into a long kiss. Ginny, not one to not have the control, reached to Harry’s lower half and grasped his penis gently. She giggled as he broke the kiss, clearly not as surprised as he was at the advancement in the situation. She led a trail of kisses down past his pecks but he reached for a chunk of hair to motion her to stop. There was a look of slight confusion in her eyes before Harry pulled their torsos together and quickly turned her over so she was underneath him.

Ginny looked down and took in their situation, fully appreciating the size of Harry’s wand. Harry took no notice of her looks, as he was slowly moving down her body, reaching to the side of her skirt and undoing the zipper to pull it off of her. Ginny lifted her ass obligatorily, letting him push the skirt to her ankles before she kicked it off. Ginny had never before been in only her undergarments in the presence of a boy: her past experiences had her being the only one in clothes. She caught Harry in one of the same states she was in when she was checking his body out and instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt sexy. It was a good feeling and she was in no hurry to interrupt it. On the other hand, Harry couldn’t get enough of what he was seeing: they didn’t hold sex education classes at Hogwarts; at least he didn’t think so. Harry took a fleeting glance at her matching thong, not noticing the red and gold pattern near the waistband, before once again kissing her with all of his might. She grasped his shoulder and nearly left marks pulling him as tight as they could be.

As if she could notice his hesitancy, Ginny broke the kiss and looked into his green eyes. “Would you rather it was dark?”

Harry shook his head and reached down to her waist one again, looping a finger under the Gryffindor-colored waistband. Ginny nodded her head just slightly, reaching back on her own to release her bra. Harry pushed down her panties until she was able of kicking them off to land on the floor by her skirt. Ginny truly was naked and once again felt a rush of sexiness instead of embarrassment. Harry leveled himself with her again and she could feel his penis rub against the inside of her thigh. It was still as hard as it was when he had first gotten undressed by her hands, quite an amazing feat for a 16 year old assumed virgin.

“Is this your first time?” she asked quietly, running her fingers up and down his back softly. Harry seemed hesitant and she smiled. “It’s okay if it is.” She hoped he didn’t ask her if it was her first time as well – tonight would be a good time for her reputation to precede her.

After what seemed like forever, Harry whispered, “Yes.”

Ginny took in a deep breath and pulled him into another kiss. Growing up in the muggle world, There seemed to be an air of knowledge around this subject: surely muggles would inform their kids of sex more than wizards…it was the close to magic they would ever get. The closeness that a couple felt while making love was a magical experience, even if neither of the people had any magical abilities. She could feel his cock up against her thigh once more and resisted the urge to direct him in the right direction. She knew from past experience that it was not a good idea to take way the guy’s thunder their first time, no wonder her and Dean’s relationship was strained nearing Christmas.

Harry was trying to feel less nervous, although it wasn’t helping. He could sense that Ginny was being patient with him and he knew things had fallen into place for a reason. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and she raised them on his unspoken command. Harry took a deep breath and tried to make sure his eyes were open when he plunged into her. She gasped slightly and adjusted her hips to a more comfortable position and Harry stayed as still as he could.

“You can move, you know,” she said, unable to stop herself. Harry laughed along with her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Using her arms to prop herself up, she rested in a half sitting position and nodded to give Harry the go-ahead. He succumbed to his urge to close his eyes and focused solely on what he felt like inside of her. Ginny made a soft, “Umph” nose as she let herself back down onto the bed and began moving her hips to the rhythm Harry started. She was making whimpering noises by the time he pulled her close again. “Don’t stop,” she muttered quite forcibly.

Instead of taking her command, Harry leaned backwards and pulled on her lower back to get her into a sitting position. Harry was kneeling, all of her weight on his lap and she wrapped her body around his. Ginny went in for another kiss when Harry accidentally fell backwards, finding himself on the bed lying with his head where the feet were supposed to be. “Ooh,” Ginny said rather loud, “I think you might regret that.” The corners of her mouth were upturned in an energetic smile and she licked her lips.

After pulling her legs out from under him, she placed one hand on either side of his hips like he had done to her not moments before. She squeezed her ass and placed her legs firmly on the bed. Unlike Harry, Ginny kept her eyes open as she lifted up her own body weight, letting it drop down again on him, not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to make him moan for the first time. Ginny continued a few times by herself until he fell into her rhythm and his hands went instinctively to her ass to help her up and down his shaft. She threw her head back, a mess of bright red hair, and let out a laugh. His eyes were focused on her chest; he was reminded faintly of a muggle show on the Dursley’s old television that had something to do with a beach.

Shaking the odd memory out of his head, he let one hand off of her ass and grabbed at her red and gold tie. Ginny giggled and leaned backwards against the force of his pull and managed to gain control again. Before Harry knew what was happening, she had spun around like a top and was facing his feet. She threw her hair back again and it lightly brushed his face before she turned around again and faced him once more.

Ginny could see her partner’s face clench and she stopped moving, trying to focus more on what Harry was feeling. He was breathing with a struggle, but not in pain. Ginny leaned forward and pressed her breasts up against his chest. She kissed him deeply and let him take over: his hands went to her waist and rolled her over onto her back. Harry had to break her kiss when he started to pound into her. Ginny ran her hands over his body and could feel the beads of sweat form from his effort. It was only a minute at most before his body stiffened and then fell, limp, onto her.

Their bodies stayed together as one for a while: if Ginny hadn’t figured this would happen she would’ve wondered who Stunned Harry.

“Oh Ginny,” he whispered into the pillow beside her head. “Ginny, Ginny…” He had started to trail off.

Not wanting to break the moment, but as she was particularly fond of breathing, Ginny gave a slight push on his shoulder and attempted to roll her off of him. She shifted onto her side and supported her head with her hand. Ginny looked at the boy, well…man, laying beside her panting and she couldn’t help but smile. “That was really good,” she started, “But you already know that.” Ginny laughed outright and Harry flopped over and joined in.

He looked over at her naked body and she looked at his and started laughing again. Harry looked scared, but she was quick to reassure him, “I’m not laughing at you, don’t worry.” He sighed a breath of relief before she continued, “I just noticed we didn’t bother with the bedcovers at all.”

Harry grinned, “I guess we couldn’t be bothered.”

They both lay on the bed together for a while, Harry stroking the inside of Ginny’s hand.

“Do you think people will realize we’re missing?” Ginny asked, not wanting to interrupt the silence. “We’ve been gone for a while.”

Harry thought about it for a while before responding, “Probably not until dinner.”

A smile broke across Ginny’s face. “But that’s hours from now,” she whispered and kissed him. “What, oh what will we do until then?”