A Week Away

AN// Alright so this is my second ever attempt at fanfiction and smut. My last story didn't recieve many reviews but I'm hoping the rating meant something. This story is going to be different. I'm planning on making it mostly Harry/Ginny, though there will be a bit of others in there. Basically the group is camping, and Harry and Ginny find it time to, relax. This is placed at sometime after the trio's seventh year. Voldemort's had his downfall. I'm mainly just using the characters and not the plot of JK Rowling. Sorry. ^^ Reviews are loved and feedback, since this is going to be a multi-chapter fic. This chapter doesn't have much smut but I hope the rest will. Any suggestions are loved. Thanks. (Also note this story is not quite edited but any errors you find, please let me know so I may fix them. I have no beta currently.) Now onto the story.

Updated AN: This story is going to be part of a series. What I mean is we're going to include little, chapters with just Fred and Angie, or George and Katie or Ron and Hermione. ^^ NutAboutHarry, will be writing the Fred/Angie and Ron/Hermione.
- A Week Away -


"Ready to go?"

Instead of a decent reply, all he heard was a quick grunt. Harry wasn't sure how to take that.. but knowing Ron, it probably meant yes. Sighing he walked back into the Burrow and glanced at the wizard. "Sorry what was that?" he asked, smirking teasingly.

Before Ron could reply with a 'yes', two other red haired wizards pushed past, stepping outside and breathing in the humid air. They dropped several rectangular bags and then looked back at the other men. "Ron, mate, don't look so tired. Hermione's been planning this for weeks," Fred said, walking inside the house and wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulder.

"Ron's tired?" a quiet voice asked, coming down the stairs. Three other witches came down the stairs directly after the first.

"Of course not," Ron said, finally discovering his voice. He walked over towards the girl and smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm just.. trying not to get too excited," he said, ignoring the set of snorts from his twin brothers.

Ginny quickly spotted Harry and nearly pounced on him. "Hermione's been driving me nuts all morning," she complained. "Talking about this trip and going on about all the possible problems. I swear she's packed something for everything."

Harry could only chuckle and hug Ginny back as she ranted about his know-it-all friend. That was Hermione for you.

"Ready to go?" Fred asked, after he'd finally placed the last of the bags into a larger bag. Hermione preformed a spell to shrink the bag and it's contents, and then handed it to Ron.

Angelina nodded as she walked up to Fred, sliding her hand inside of his. Katie soon joined George, after making sure that she'd gotten the last of everything.

It had been Hermione's idea, since she'd been raised with muggles and all. She'd wanted to spend some time with just the group of them, and so she'd planned out this little camping trip. To be specific, a muggle camping trip. Everyone had agreed to it. No magic. Harry had been hesitant at first, but was quickly assured he could bring his wand, incase anything were to happen. It would be a week long trip, to some lake out in the middle of nowhere. Ron had wanted to go to a campground, and just pay someone to bring them wood and such. The twins as well as their girlfriends had been quick to convince him into going camping without all of that, seeing as it would be much more private that way.

Ron attached the bag to the end of his broom and mounted, glancing between the other witches and wizards. "Alright, let's go," he said, pushing his hair out of his line of sight and kicking off. Hermione flew up next to him, biting her lip in concentration.

The others soon followed, heading off towards the lake. Hermione knew the way, so they all flew relatively close to her. Ginny smiled and flew next to Harry, lightly bumping into him. "Hey," she said, smiling at him.

Harry smiled back and shook his head at her, "don't want to fall off do you?" he asked, putting on his look of deepest concern. He knew she wouldn't fall. Ginny smirked cheekily as a reply and flew above him.

"You can catch me," Ginny chimed, looking down at him. Harry glanced up and grinned stupidly.

"Ginny you know you really shouldn't wear a skirt flying," he proclaimed, as she flew down beside him again. She stuck out her tongue and pretended to look offended.

-*-

Once they'd arrived, things became rather hectic. Fred opened his tent box and layed it out flat, waiting, or rather expecting for the tent to pop up. Angelina walked over and sighed at him. "This is muggle camping," she informed him, before she grabbed the rods out of the box and began snapping them together, trying to show him how the tent would be put together.

Hermione had already set up her and Ron's tent, having prior experience. Ron was staring at the pyramid-like shelter, waiting for something more. Hermione caught onto his look of confusion and lightly patted him on the arm. "That's it," she smirked.

Ron frowned and looked at her, before staring back at the tent. "We're both supposed to fit in that?" he asked, waiting for her to spring out at him shouting 'April Fools!' "It's not even tall enough to stand straight in!"

"Er yea, but you're also about a foot taller than the rest of us" Hermione said, giggling before she handed him an air matress. She'd already informed the girls of the basics of how to set up a muggle tent, and about the average size, but the boys still seemed to be confused with how it would all go together.

Harry was dutifully pumping up his and Ginny's air matress, while she helped him. Or rather, while she sat behind him, nibbling on his left earlobe. "Have you ever been camping before Harry?" Ginny asked, taking a moment away from her task.

"Not the muggle way, no. Have you?" Harry replied, rather missing the feeling of her teeth scraping his earlobe.

"No.. but it'll be fun," Ginny said, sighing as she leaned against him, letting her eyes flutter closed.

"Oi you two, get back to work. This campsite isn't going to set itself up," George called. He and Katie had already finished with their tent, and were busying themselfs with setting up a series of tarps over top of the tents and coolers.

"Bloody hell!" George cursed as the end of the tarp snapped out of his hand and back towards Katie.

Ron finished blowing up his and Hermione's air matress but glared over towards Hermione, especially as the tarp landed a couple inches from him. "I know this is all meant to be muggle but I don't see why we couldn't use our wands just to set up the camp.. I mean really... we're still doing everything the muggle way."

"It's for the experience Ronald," Hermione said in a stern but clearly not angry tone. "How about we get the chairs ready and then we can send Fred and George off for wood," she suggested.

The twins exchanged a glance between each other and then chuckled, hitting Hermione in the head with one of the pillows they'd packed.

Ginny giggled, watching her brothers respond to Hermione's suggested. Harry smirked and leaned back on his knees, finished blowing up their air matress. He motioned to Ginny and she nodded, quickly going about making the bed. She took her wand and placed it underneath the pillow, as she usually would.

Harry repeated her actions and then kissed her cheek, getting back onto his feet. Even if it was going slowly, he knew that after the work they'd be able to enjoy themselfs and perhaps even relax for their trip.

-*-


His hands gripped tightly to the sheets below him, or rather, to the small blanket that covered the air matress. His head was thrown back into the pillow behind him as he laid flat on the matress, watching Ginny move her way slowly down his body. He couldn't remember how, but he'd somehow lost all of his clothing. It didn't matter much anymore anyways.

Not when Ginny was doing the most lovely things to him with her mouth. She lightly kissed his chest, and then moved her hand down to squeeze his thigh. He inhaled a sharp breath as she let her lips travel towards his lower stomach, resting only a little ways from where he wanted them most. She was trying to kill him, and he wasn't complaining.

"Gin?" he asked silently, looking down between his spread thighs for the sight of his beautiful Ginny.

She looked up quickly and smiled in a way that made him release a deep groan. "Yes?" she asked innocently, her hand slowly stroking up along his inner thigh.

"Are you planning on doing something or just killing me?" Harry questioned, moving his hips closer towards her, wanting her to at least touch him.

She didn't reply, but instead used her hands to part his legs further. He accompanied her, his head back on the pillow, and he bit his lip in anticpation. He could feel her mouth, and her hands moving closer to his throbbing cock, and he couldn't wait any longer. His eyes closed tight he waited for her to close the final distance between his penis and her warm and wet mouth.

When it didn't come he chanced opening an eye, looking down at her again. His breathing was heavy and he couldn't understand why she was taking her sweet time. He searched slowly for an explanation, searching for her. She wasn't there.

-*-

Harry awoke suddenly, his hands going to find Ginny. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he found her, nicely curled up beside him, covered in several thick blankets. Muggle camping meant no magical heating either.

He then became aware of a rather painful part of him, which had obviously been reacting to his dreams. Quietly he laid back and closed his eyes tight, willing for it to go away. He recieved no such luck.

So he had one of two choices, he could wake Ginny up and kindly ask her to do something about it, or he could, for lack of a better term, take matters into his own hands. Waking up Ginny seemed like a bad idea, he doubted she'd be very impressed to be woken up in the middle of the night just to relieve him. Although the second option didn't seem like a good idea either. Ginny was laying right there next to him.

But he had to do something! Well.. maybe he could have a wank and maybe if he woke Ginny up in the process she'd be nice and finish it off for him. He slowly pushed aside the elastic of his pyjama bottoms and was reaching a hand down to grasp his erection when he heard something outside of his and Ginny's tent.

Any problem he'd had before instantly deflated, and a new one arose. What the hell was going on outside of his tent? His hand instantly slipped from his pyjama bottoms and to underneath his pillow, clutching at his wand. He strained to hear the sound again, hoping nothing had happened.

The sound became louder, and Harry's heart sped up accordingly. He gulped and sat up, wand ready to attack anyone. Then realization hit him. He heard moans, he heard the sound of bodies scraping against each other. Someone was shagging! He didn't even want to think about who it was. There were only three other couples camping with them. One of which were his best friends. He didn't even want to think about that.

Forget the magic rule. He was not going to try and sleep through that, though Ginny seemed to be doing a good job. He quickly cast a charm on his and Ginny's tent, silencing the sounds from the outside. His arm moved quietly, wrapping around Ginny's waist and bringing her closer to him. He rested his head in her hair, grinning stupidly. His wand was back under his pillow and he was able to close his eyes and find the peace of rest.