Wishful Thinking

Here is my first foray into the world of fanfiction, originally posted on Restricted-Section in 2004.

He was slowly teasing her with his tongue... kissing her, allowing their tongues to intertwine. He positioned stroked his cock against her wet entrance and eased himself in until their hips met. He then slowly pumped in and out. Making her moan. Making her climax... her vision faded to white.

-*~*-

Ginny Weasley awoke sweating, something she seemed to be doing a lot of since she started back at Hogwarts for her fifth year.

"Ohh!" She cried out, frustrated at losing her dream.

She felt between her legs to find her panties soaking. It was as she slowly slid her hand into them and let her middle finger tease her clit; to enter her and finger herself to another charged but lonely release she realised she could ignore it no longer and that she truly wanted him.

She wanted Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived.

-*~*-

Ginny had wandered around Hogwarts for a while, a luxury she was allowed on a Saturday morning, her mind full of thoughts of Harry. No matter what she tried she always woke up frustrated, and had been almost every morning since her return as a Fifth year. She decided she had to keep her mind busy - on something else - and so headed purposefully back to the Common Room to start her homework.

Things had not quite gone to plan however; as soon as she found her writing rhythm the porthole opened and Hermione Granger entered.

"Hey Gin!" She said brightly.

"Hey Herm." Replied Ginny, less than brightly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione sat opposite Ginny at the common room table.

"I'm finding my homework difficult. It's a History of Magic essay. Professor Binns was unfair and set us one on witch burnings in the Middle Ages."

"I see..." Hermione thought for a while. "...Harry knows about witch burnings if you'd like to ask him." She smiled sympathetically.

"How do you-" Ginny started.

"I admit I have been hearing things in the dormitory at nights." Ginny flushed. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I heard you moan and mutter a name." Finished Hermione as she flushed as well.

"Oh no! Please don't tell him!" Tears started to well in Ginny's eyes.

"Hey now... no need for that, your secret's safe with me." Hermione handed Ginny a tissue.

"Thanks," mumbled Ginny from behind the tissue. "I don't know what to do about this because it's driving me crazy... I'm too embarrassed to talk to him. I think he knows I like him."

Brown eyes smiled from across the table.

"I could talk with him if you like, test the waters?"

"Oh would you? Do you think that's too immature? It would really set my mind at ease, I think." Ginny was thrilled that her friend would offer to mediate.

"I'll see what I can do." Hermione stated.

"Thanks Herm!" Ginny smiled happily and leapt to her feet and fiercely hugged Hermione.

"It's no problem, Ginny; I have been with Ron for a good year now. It's time you found your happiness. Hear me out Gin;" Hermione raised her hand as Ginny opened her mouth to speak. "Harry is appreciative of you; I've seen him watching you when your back is turned so he may well do. I'll have a talk with him."

*****

Hermione found Harry with Ron at Hagrid's, discussing the likelihood of Professor Dumbledore allowing Hagrid teach Care of Magical Creatures with another Hippogriff as his subject.

Harry was voicing his opinion as Hermione joined them, just in time as it turned out:

"Look at what happened to Malfoy in our third year... if it wasn't for u-" Hermione coughed.

"U- Uh... I mean, Buckbeak's timely escape, he would have been executed." It was bad enough the first time, Harry thought.

"That was close, Harry." Hermione whispered.

Harry nodded silently.

"Besides Hagrid, why would you want to teach about Hippogriffs again?" Asked Ron.

"Well... I thought my firs' lesson didn' do them enough justice tha's all," argued Hagrid. "I didn' even get a chance to finish it!"

While Ron and Hagrid argued, Hermione and Harry quickly excused themselves ("See you in the Common Room later, Ron.") and went for a walk.
They were walking past the lake when Harry decided to confide in Hermione.

"Herm... Can I ask for your advice?"

"Sure Harry... what's wrong?" Hermione sounded concerned although she had an inkling about what he was going to say.

Harry sighed. "Well... there's this girl..." He stopped.

Hermione nodded. "Carry on..." She encouraged.

"Well... I've loved her from the moment I saw her and I hope she feels the same way about me... but I don't know what to do or say." Harry finished, and looked nervous.

"This wouldn't be a certain Ginny Weasley would it?" Hermione inquired.

"How did- " Harry started, but Hermione cut in, "I've seen the way you look at her when you think no one is paying attention, I also know that she has been looking at you when you looked away."

"R-really?" Harry stammered.

"Yup." Hermione replied.

"I don't believe that... I mean, look at me? What am I going to do? I've wanted her for so long... she's always in my mind, what else am I doing when I'm playing Quidditch and loop-the-looping? I'm thinking about how good it would be to have Ginny up there." Harry despairingly pointed up at the sky.

"Well now you know how she feels. She doesn't know you like her though... I'll let you think about it for a while... will you be ok?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah... sure... go ahead."

"Ok... see you later Harry."

"Oh, Hermione?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Thank you." Harry smiled.

****

After Hermione had gone Harry started thinking what to do, he had the answer after half an hour of deep thought.

Harry whistled loudly and waited.

Hedwig zoomed through the air towards him and settled on his arm.

"There's a good girl Hedwig." Harry comforted his companion.

Harry fed her some treats, from his pocket, and Hedwig nipped him affectionately on the ear by way of thanks. Harry took out a spare piece of parchment and his quill from the pocket inside his robes. He wrote, rather nervously:

Ginny... Could you please meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 5:30 tonight? I need to talk to you. Harry.

He attached the note to Hedwig's leg.

"Hedwig, take it to Ginny, please." Hedwig hooted softly, as she swooped from his arm and headed back towards the castle. Harry felt pleased; he had made the first step.

****

Ginny was sleeping in the girl's dormitory when she was awakened by a tapping on the window.

"Hello, Hedwig. What are you doing here?" Ginny asked as she let the bird in. "What's this? For me?"

Ginny found herself wondering exactly how intelligent owls were as Hedwig appeared to nod.

"I see." Ginny unwrapped the note from her leg. Ginny gasped. "He wants to meet me? Tonight? Ohhhh..."

Hedwig hooted softly to help Ginny snap out of her dreaming.

"All right, thanks Hedwig. I hope this means what I think this means." Ginny smiled.

Hedwig hooted again.

"Hmmm... I'll take that as a yes. Alright then." Ginny went over to her truck, found a piece of parchment and scribbled out:

Harry... I'd be delighted to meet up... see you later, Gin x

"What time is it? Ohhh! Only an hour and a quarter to go. Not enough time to get ready!"

She attached the note to Hedwig, who chirruped, and also nipped her, something Ginny knew she only did to Harry. Ginny ruffled her neck feathers as a thank you.

"Aw thanks Hedwig, Give Harry one from me." Ginny giggled.

Hedwig gave a final hoot before she took flight and disappeared out into the afternoon sun, leaving Ginny scurrying around muttering something about a bathroom and thinking about what may be around the corner.

-*~*-

Harry, Ron and Hermione were passing away the afternoon in Hogsmeade. Harry was nervously expecting a reply from Ginny. Hermione had picked up on this because of the way he kept looking up in the sky for Hedwig. Ron, typically, hadn't noticed anything unusual about his best friend. Hermione made a snide comment about Ron not being very observant.

"How can you say I'm not very observant? I notice a lot of things! Ok, so most of them are about you." He added darkly.

"Ron!" Said Hermione disapprovingly.

"Hee hee." Ron and Hermione snuggled closer and had an Eskimo kiss, nose to nose... then kissed.

Harry, embarrassed, turned and made his way to Honeydukes Sweetshop and was about to go inside when out of the corner of his right eye he saw what he thought to be Hedwig.

"No, I'm imagining it. I must be. I'm going crazy." He admonished himself. He looked back and saw the phantom disappear. Harry sighed. "What am I to do?" He asked himself sadly.

There was a hoot from his left, where he hadn't been looking. He turned and saw Hedwig looking at him from a fence post, studying him with her beady eyes. She cooed softly and fluttered to his outstretched arm. He practically tore the note off of Hedwig's leg and read it.

Then he re-read it...

And re-read it again.

"WOOO HOOOO!" He yelled out at nobody in particular.

Hermione and Ron visibly jumped and stared at him, Ron more so than Hermione. She had a twinkle in her eyes.

"You are looking happy Harry, everything alright?" Ron asked, curious.

By now Harry had managed to get a grip on himself.

"Yeah I'm fine Ron... It's nothing." He glanced at Hermione, she shook her eyes from left to right and back again, without Ron seeing, answering his unasked question.

So Herm' hasn't told Ron. He thought.

He didn't think Ron would like him dating his younger sister.

"Listen guys, I might just head on back up." Harry said rather too quickly.

"What? We've only just got here!" Cried Ron.

"Ron, listen, let Harry go." Hermione looked at Ron, her eyes pleaded with him.

"Oh all right, we'll catch up later."

Harry set off at a run, trying to be back at Hogwarts with plenty of time, not so much as to prepare but to steady his jangling nerves.

"What's up with him?" Said Ron to Hermione.

"We'll have to discuss that one." Replied Hermione gently.

-*~*-

Harry arrived back at Hogwarts with twenty minutes to spare. He cursed himself because he hadn't properly thought of what he was going to do. One thing he was sure of, however, was that he needed his broomstick - The Firebolt MK2, a much faster and easier-to-control version of the previous Firebolt. (He still had the old remains of his!)

Harry dashed up to Gryffindor tower, almost running headlong into Professor McGonagall while going up the main staircase.

"Do watch where you are going, Potter."

"Sorry Professor."

"Where are you off to? Shouldn't you be out and about enjoying the weather?"

"Yes Professor, I'm just getting my broom..."

"Very well, just pay more attention in future." McGonagall said softly. "Off you go."

"Thanks Professor."

Harry carried on, a little more composed, walking up to the tower, giving the Fat Lady the new password "Fabrici Sorcero".

Thankfully there was nobody in the Common Room to hinder him. He went straight into the Six Years dorm and over to his bed, unlocked the trunk, threw open the lid and grabbed his Firebolt. Without bothering to lock it he dashed back out, through the Common Room B nodding at a few First Years writing Transfiguration scripts, and out of Hogwarts, heading for the Quidditch pitch.

He had five minutes and his nerves again decided to jangle. He decided to fly around for a while, looking out for Ginny.

A minutes' rapid loop-the-looping and steep turning turned his attention to the ground below him, where Ginny was waiting for him "Oh dear." Harry thought to himself.

He rapidly dived toward the ground, pulling up beside her.

"Hi Ginny..." Harry blushed.

"Hey Harry..." Ginny was also blushing. "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

Harry paused, uncertainty crossing his features. "I tell you what; come for a ride with me."

"Erm... ok." Ginny looked nervous at the prospect of flying with Harry.

"Don't worry, I'll keep hold of you." Harry smiled.

"Yeah right you are! You're steering!" Ginny retorted.

****

Five minutes of flying saw Harry and Ginny flying low, skimming the lake with Ginny's arms around Harry's waist, and her head rested against his shoulder. This was the easiest way for Harry to control his broom and have Ginny as close as possible to him. Harry didn't have the nerve to say anything and Ginny was being shy B true to form. Conversation was not a feature of these first five minutes.

Yet Harry was happy, he was doing his favourite thing B flying, and with the person he loved B Ginny. But he hadn't admitted it to her yet. Speaking was proving difficult because of the gusting winds around them, Harry slowed down so he could be heard and was just considering speaking when Ginny whispered into his ear:

"Do you love me, Harry James Potter?"

Harry froze at these words... He'd never been asked such a question before.

"Do you love me, Ginevra Weasley?" He replied, his voice shaky.

Harry couldn't see because he couldn't maintain control of his broom and look at Ginny at the same time, but he could feel she was blushing.
To spare her from answering, he decided he should speak his mind. After a thoughtful pause and many thoughts flying through his brain, he said simply:

"I love you."

Ginny leaned close enough to Harry so she could kiss his cheek. Harry's response to this was to almost dive the broom into the lake - which would not have gone down too well with his passenger.

"S-s-sorry." Harry stammered.

"It's ok." Ginny crooned.

"Let's head back."

"Ok." Ginny sighed happily.

Harry was happier than he had felt in a while; he was in love with a beautiful girl who appreciated him for who he was, not because of his fame at defeating Lord Voldemort.

Harry brought the broom down gently at the Quidditch pitch and they walked slowly hand in hand back towards the castle.

They stopped at the entrance, and stood looking at each other, their fingers still interwoven.

Ginny closed the gap, leaned up and pulled Harry closer to her, and their lips touched delicately. She slowly kissed him; Harry kissed back, their lips starting to open as Ginny slid her tongue against his, then returned it teasingly back to her own mouth. They embraced, Ginny resting her head against Harry's shoulder, with her head facing him.

"Later," Ginny teased. "Sorry Harry... I've got to go, got to catch up on some homework. Love you." She whispered into Harry's ear.

"Love you too Gin, if you need help with your homework, you'll know whom to ask." He felt Ginny smile.

She kissed him slowly again before they parted, Ginny heading off toward the Library, Harry going back to the Common Room, both feeling decidedly happier.

****

"Why didn't you tell me Harry?" Ron shouted when he got back to the Common Room.

All conversation stopped as everybody in the Common Room looked up at the pair.

"I didn't know what you'd think." Harry whispered into the void of silence that swallowed him.

"What's the big deal anyway?" Hermione asked.

"'Cause she's my sis, Hermione! What sort of person declares his 'love' for his best mate's sister?"

"I love Ginny, Ron, and nothing you say or do is going to change that." Harry's face grew more determined. Hermione shifted so that she stood between the pair.

"Look, arguments will get us nowhere." She glared at Ron.

"You still should have told me..." Ron mumbled.

"Why not see what I want first?" Ginny's voice rang out from the direction of the porthole. "Why are you so protective of me?"

"I don't want to see you get hurt! Harry has had a lot of trouble in the past Gin. He's almost died before now, and look at all his 'fame.'" Ron almost sneered. Ron had ignored Harry's fame, standing by his friend when things were bleak, but he was protective of Ginny, his younger sister. Seeing Ginny gravitate towards Harry made Ron feel insecure; should anything happen to her his world would collapse.

"I love Harry, Ron." Ginny had moved from the entrance and was now stood next to Harry. She delicately stroked his hand with her own, and he opened his palm in response, allowing her to hold his hand. She brushed his hand as her arm slid around his waist, her left hand holding his right. Hermione walked silently toward Ron, giving him the puppy dog look that she knew reduced him to putty in her hands. She put her hands on Ron's shoulders and whispered to him, Ron looked from Hermione to Harry and Ginny, then back to Hermione again.

Ron listened to Hermione and began thinking clearly again, breaking away from Hermione and walked slowly toward Harry and Ginny, the Common Room held its breath, Harry and Ginny included.

Meekly, Ron apologised, "Sorry Harry, I know I've been a total bastard," Ginny nodded at this, her eyes scowling, "But I don't want to see Gin hurt, and I see now how much she means to you." Ron held out his hand. Harry took it. There was an audible sigh of relief, followed by applause and a rousing cheer.

"Sorry Harry," Ron mumbled, "Sorry Gin."

"It's alright Ron." Harry and Ginny said together.

"We know you meant well." Said Ginny.

"I depend on you Ron. Whatever happens you are always my friend, I don't mean to come between you and Gin," Harry said, clasping Ginny's hand tighter, "I will never do anything to hurt you or Ginny." He finished solemnly.

The group disbanded and settled in the Common Room, Hermione went to Parvati Patil to discuss Herbology and Ginny and Harry sat by the crackling fire, huddled together.

"Alright Harry?" Ginny asked, quietly.

"Mm." He mumbled into Ginny's neck.

Their lips met for another kiss.

"I love you Harry."

"Love you too Gin."

****

He found himself between her legs. He looked up at the phantom that was her; she had no face. He found himself pleasuring her with his fingers, lapping at her and making her moan his name... "Harry..."

He looked up again, and saw Ginny.

Harry's eyes snapped open. He couldn't believe he let himself dream about her again. Cursing to himself, he peeked through the gaps in his drapes to see if any of his fellow Gryffindors were still asleep. He checked his clock "09:30 a.m." it informed him drowsily. He saw that Neville's drapes still surrounded his bed, to the left of his own, and light snores were issuing from within. Ok, Harry thought, who else is here? He knew Neville was a deep sleeper so he wouldn't disturb him. Looking directly across the dormitory he could see Ron's drapes were back, he wasn't there.

Good, he thought. Dean Thomas was also absent. Looking to the far right he saw Seamus was there. Damn, thought Harry. Harry had to do something about his present state, and he couldn't if there was someone else in the room.

I know, he thought to himself. Ginny...

-*~*-

Ginny was dreaming of Harry. When she awoke she discovered her arousal was too great to ignore. Grabbing her wand, she put a Silencing Charm on the bed so nobody could hear her, silently thanking Hermione for teaching her how to do it and then tossed it aside. She slid her left hand down her body, along the outside, then pulled up her nightdress until it was around her stomach, slowly easing her hand into her panties.

"Oh Harry... I need you here."

She brought her right hand up to her breasts and stroked her nipples through her nightie, alternating between left and right as she circled her clit with her finger.

"Uhhhhh ohhh..."

She shifted her right hand down her body until she reached her pussy. She found herself wetter than normal. Ginny started to tease herself by sliding her middle finger along her labia and on the down stroke penetrate herself. Finally she could take no more and started to finger herself faster, thrusting her finger in and out of her aching pussy.

"Uhhh... uh... uh... Harry..." She moaned, louder than before, her hips rising and falling to meet her finger.

"Fuuuck... Yeeeesssss." Ginny exploded, her orgasm washing over her, a tidal wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her come coating her finger and flowing onto her bed sheet. She saw stars, her ears buzzing as her orgasm ebbed away, leaving her flushed and tired. Ginny had time to push her nightie down, charm the sheets clean and remove the Silencing Charm before she fell back to sleep..

-*~*-

Harry silently dragged himself out of bed and opened his trunk. Feeling to the bottom he found his father's Invisibility Cloak. Hearing yawning and the sound of rustling bed sheets, he quickly left his cloak in the top of the trunk and silently shut it, then he threw himself back into bed. Ron was awake.

Damn it...He normally sleeps for longer.

"Morning Harry." Said Ron, stifling a yawn.

"Alright Ron."

"Sleep alright?"

"Yea... not too bad."

"Good, good... I'm going for a morning stroll... care to join me?"

"No thanks Ron... I'm gonna sleep for a while longer."

"Suit yourself."

Ron dressed quickly and excused himself. Harry waited for what felt like an eternity, he checked his clock again "10:15 a.m.". I'll bet Ginny is up now, I'll check anyway... Harry dragged himself out of bed again and retrieved his cloak. Giving the room another quick check, he pulled the cloak around his shoulders then over his head, pausing to pick his wand up from his bedside table, and crept out of the room.

He looked down the marble staircase that led up to the dormitories and saw there was nobody in the Common Room. Strange for a Sunday. He padded through the Common Room until he reached the marble staircase on the other side of the room which lead up to the girls' dormitory.

Now I've got trouble...

Harry knew there was a charm on the staircase leading to the girls' dormitory which stopped boys getting near the door.

Here goes...

He hopped from the first step to the third, making sure he didn't trip on his cloak, then tiptoed along the fourth until he got to the wall, then leapt from there to the sixth and walked up the rest of the way.

I don't believe it! Looks like my luck is still good...Thank Merlin!

He grinned to himself.

Ginny, here I come!

He carried on up the passageway until he got to what he presumed was the girls dormitory; glancing at the door he saw the sign "Sixth Year Girls" Ginny was a Fifth Year, but she shared the dormitory with the Sixes because of low girl intakes into Gryffindor in her year. Only two girls were placed in Gryffindor in Ginny's year and as there was plenty of space in the Sixth Year dorm, they were berthed there, much to Hermione's delight.

Harry knocked softly on the door and stood back. After a long pause, the door opened. Much to Harry' relief, it was Ginny who opened the door.

"Who's there?" She sounded awake, yet nervous. Harry noted she looked very sexy in her nightgown, light pink, which appeared very pale against her hair.

"Ginny..." He whispered.

"Harry? Where are you?"

"I'm in front of you... I'm wearing my cloak." Harry whispered again. He was glad she couldn't see the now very visible bulge.

"Why? What are you doing here?"

"Erm... is there anyone else in there?" Harry pointed at the dormitory, although remembered Ginny couldn't see him.

"No... It's just me... Hermione got up about an hour ago, said something about the library."

Harry laughed at this.

"Hermione's always in the library."

Ginny giggled, "Yes, isn't she just!"

"So... Harry... it's just me in here... d- do you want to come in?"

Harry removed the cloak so at last Ginny could see him. He smiled gently.

"As long as you don't mind me coming in, Gin." Ginny stood back and opened the door fully, seductively beckoning Harry inside.

"Mmm... Well, if that's the way you want to play it..." Harry grinned mischievously. He stepped over the threshold.

-*~*-

The first think Harry noticed was the strange scent in the room. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before. Musky, yet sweet. He presumed it was a perfume or scent Hermione had conjured, quite well, it seemed, because it made his head swim. Ginny moved over to her bed, the drapes slightly open, and sat facing him.

"So... here we are Harry." She said nervously. She patted the bed beside her, indicating he should join her, which Harry did. She put her arms around him instantly, making Harry's head swim even more. He remembered why he came here in the first place: his arousal, and felt that it was still very evident. Ginny hadn't noticed.

"Harry... I have something to tell you..." Ginny started, tentatively.

"It's ok Gin, you can tell me anything, you know that."

"I know. I've been . . . having these . . . dreams, for some time." Ginny stammered, then stopped speaking altogether. Harry held her tighter, giving her hand a squeeze.

"So have I Ginny..." Ginny looked relieved.

"I want you..." she whispered into his ear. "This..." she put her hand over his heart "and this..." her hand dropped to the front of his pyjamas, which she found, to her utmost pleasure, was already bulging. Harry moaned, making Ginny grin.

"Not just for that though Harry." Ginny started to stroke him. "I love you for who you are... everything you are."

"I know Gin." Harry's breathing became shallower. Ginny stopped stroking. Harry gave a frustrated moan, he had almost come. Nothing had ever had this kind of effect on him. Ginny turned Harry's head toward her and kissed him on the lips. Their tongues met, and Harry gently eased his tongue into Ginny's mouth, causing her to whimper. Their tongues began a slow rhythmic dance, intertwining and weaving around each other. Ginny moaned again into Harry's mouth. Harry felt his Ginny take his hand and slide it up the front of her nightgown, placing it against her knickers. When Harry's hand didn't move she grabbed it and slowly eased it inside them. Their kissing grew more passionate, as Ginny held Harry's hand against her most intimate place. He felt it was wet, causing him to gasp. He felt his cock twitch against his shorts.

"Touch me, Harry." Ginny whimpered again, her voice husky.

Harry complied, stroking her labia gently, and again felt her wetness. He slowly slid his finger into her pussy, causing Ginny to groan. Ginny drew away from him, not towards the centre of the room, which surprised him, but back into the secretive realm of the bed.

"Come here, Harry." Ginny beckoned. She grabbed her wand while Harry moved in closer, and flicked it at the drapes, which drew themselves shut.

"Silencio." She whispered. Ginny cast her wand aside again and pulled Harry close to her, letting him land on top of her as she fell backwards. She giggled into Harry's mouth.

"Mmmm... Harry..." She gasped.

"Ginny?" He replied.

"There's something I want you to do for me."

"Anything Ginny..."

"I'm really wet Harry... my pussy is wet..." She turned herself on further with these words, "I want you to kiss it."

"It's what I dreamed of Gin." Harry replied, his voice huskier.

Harry kissed Ginny on the mouth again, letting their tongues mate. He pulled away quickly, Ginny moaned in sadness.

"I'll make it up to you." Harry whispered as he kissed her neck, pausing to lick it.

"Ohh..." Ginny gasped. Harry moved down her body, pulling her nightie over her head, with Ginny's help, and tossed it over his shoulder. He then saw her beauty, spread before him, her breasts quivering with every breath, which was even sexier than her nightie and, looking further down from her breasts and down her stomach, were her pink panties, which, he noticed now that he could see, had a small damp patch. Harry returned to Ginny's breasts, licking her nipples slowly and taking them into his mouth, sucking them hard.

"Ohh... Harry... yes..." Ginny moaned. She was ascending to heaven. He felt them stiffen under with his tongue as he sucked. Harry then licked and kissed down Ginny's stomach, pausing to lick her belly button before arriving at the line of her panties. He gazed up at Ginny from between her legs, her head was thrown back, and her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly.

"Do... it...... Harry..." Ginny wailed, desperately.

Harry pulled her panties down, and saw her pussy. He gazed at it, admiring its beauty for a second, before he took a tentative lick.

"Ohhhhh..." Ginny wailed even louder than her moan. Harry licked up and down her labia for a few minutes, feeling Ginny twitch, before sliding his tongue into her.
"Ohh... uhhh... Harry... More..." Ginny's breathing was increasingly frantic.

Harry rapidly slid his tongue in and out of Ginny, his face starting to be coated in her arousal.

He slid his hands underneath her and held her thighs so that he could move with her bucking hips. He began to lick higher, feeling a nub underneath his tongue. Ginny was at the gates of heaven.

"Fuuuuuck... Ohhhhh... There... There... Harder." Ginny moaned and gasped with pleasure. He complied, swirling his tongue around it before wrapping his lips around it and kissing it.

"Uhhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhh...... goooooooddd." Ginny came, hard, in Harry's mouth. Ginny was in heaven, her vision sparkled and her world swam. Harry kept his mouth over her pussy while it spasmed, swallowing her sweet come and maintaining his licking action, milking Ginny of her come, keeping Ginny in realms of ecstasy. He carried on until Ginny's orgasm eased, her breathing still heavy, he kissed her pussy again, and slid up to her, lying on top of her, his cock resting against her weeping pussy.
"Mmmm... Oh... Harry... Thank you..." Ginny started to cry. "Hush... it's ok Gin..." Harry whispered in her ear; the feel of his mouth on her ear, and the sound of his voice, were more soothing than the words ever could be. They lay still together while Ginny's breathing returned to normal. Ginny leant up and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, then as if noticing for the first time, felt Harry's stiff cock straining against his pyjama shorts, against her pussy.

"Take me, Harry."

"A-a-are you sure, Gin?" Harry stammered with surprise. "I've never done this before..."

"Yes Harry. Don't worry... neither have I..." Ginny replied, softly.

She demonstrated her readiness by leaning down and pulling Harry's shorts down roughly.

Harry gasped with pain as his erection bent slightly as the elastic yanked hard on it.

"Sorry sorry sorry..."

Harry cleared his throat "Its ok..." He replied, still gasping slightly. He paused and drew his wand from his breast pocket, Lucky I remembered to do the pocket up, and mumbled "Strictus", while pointing it at his cock. A condom appeared around it. He positioned himself so that his cock rested at Ginny's entrance then slowly brought his hips up, causing his cock to enter her. Ginny gasped again as inch by inch, she was taken by Harry. He felt resistance as his cock rested against her hymen. He stopped and looked deep into Ginny's eyes, she looked back at him and nodded, giving him the permission he sought.

"Put your mouth on my shoulder." He instructed, and Ginny did so. Harry thrust swiftly forward then stopped abruptly as Ginny bit hard into Harry's flesh, Ginny's cry of pain lost, while coupled with Harry's own. He slowly eased himself in and out of her, her tight pussy gripping his cock like a velvet vice. Ginny moaned into Harry's neck as he started to speed up.

"Gin... I love you Gin..." Harry mumbled.

Harry carried on, slowly, sensually, his cock rubbing against her clit with every stroke. Soon Ginny moaned loudly again as he brought her to another orgasm, her pussy contracting tighter around his cock, making him come soon after her.

They lay, with Harry on top of Ginny, while they recovered. Harry then pulled out of Ginny and lay beside her, she wormed backwards until she felt Harry's arm around her.

"Mmm." She sighed.

"Are you ok Gin?" Harry asked, concern in his voice.

"Mmmm..." She replied contentedly, "I love you."

"I love you too." He replied. Harry kissed Ginny on the neck and held her tight. They lay spooned together, Harry holding Ginny, Ginny holding Harry's arms in hers. They didn't care they had missed breakfast and, Harry guessed, maybe even lunch, he was with Ginny and that was all that mattered to him. Ginny was glad she had what she desired, she had gained Harry's love. As she snuggled closer, he snuggled back. They lay there and listened to each other's breathing, listening to the sounds of the Castle all around them and smiling when they thought about how no one could hear them. If anyone was listening, and could have heard anything, it would only have been two small, contented and happy sighs.

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Fin