Hazy Desire
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Adult +
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23,249
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6
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Hazy Desire
Warning: This story is set during Harry's sixth year, and disregards the plot of Half-Blood Prince. This makes Harry 16-years-old and Ginny 15-years-old, meaning this story involves sex between minors. If this bothers you, do not read further.
Hazy Desire
His heart hammered in his chest. Ron’s sister Ginny had been taken—by whom, he was unsure, but he was sure that he had to get to her before they could hurt her. He couldn’t let anything happen to his best friend’s sister.
The dark halls down which he sprinted now were bleak and daunting, each one more oppressive than the last. Every so often, he thought her heard pleas for help. These echoes made him sprint faster, wand drawn and lit.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of hard running, he turned a corner and nearly ran into a heavy wooden door. He stood panting, drenched in sweat, unsure of what his next move should be. Light seeped from the cracks around the door; making up his mind, he gripped the wand in his hand tighter, and shoved the door open.
A cry of relief reached him. “Harry!” Ginny called. She was lying on her back on a bed in the center of the small room, her arms and legs tied to the four posts. Her school robe had been discarded and thrown carelessly onto the floor next to the bed. The flames from several lamps along the walls lit the bare furnishings of the room.
Harry moved closer quickly, shutting the wooden door behind him. “It’ll be alright,” he said. He vaguely noticed the room seemed oddly smoky, as if some vapor lingered in the air. He thought he smelled something like freshly mown grass, or perfume.
These thoughts were forced from his mind as he drew closer to Ginny. “I’ll get you out,” he reassured her, glancing back at the wooden door and hoping her captors would not burst in at any moment. He leaned down, his face near inches from hers. He could smell her hair, entangled and wild about her face.
To ensure his spell would not hit her by accident, he had to touch his wand to the rope bindings. “Harry…” Ginny whispered feebly. “Help me.”
“I’m here, Ginny. You’re fine now,” Harry replied. His voice was shaky, and it occurred to him then that Ginny may have been poisoned. She didn’t seem to be herself. “Reducto!” he called. The wand tip erupted in a flash of light, and the rope fell away from Ginny’s wrist. As he moved to get the other rope holding her arm, Ginny grabbed his neck with her free arm.
He had time to glance quizzically at her eyes before she brought her face to his. Their lips mashed together; her tongue invaded his, fighting for control, driven by an unnatural hunger.
He pulled away immediately. “Ginny, what’re you—”
She cut him off. “Harry, I need your help…”
“I know, I’ll get you out, I promise. Let me just…” He knew now that she must be under some sort of spell. He moved to reposition his wand to the other bindings.
Her face moved closer to his, her mouth inches away from his ear. He could hear her breathing, see the color of the flushed skin on her cheeks. “Harry…” she repeated. “Fuck me.”
She moved quickly and suddenly. Her hand flashed out and grabbed his wand; his surprise made him falter, and she wrenched it from his grasp. “Stupefy!” she cried, sounding pained. The red jet of light hit him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards. He crashed loudly into the opposite wall.
He heard Ginny murmur some words, and suddenly he felt his appendages being tangled in rope. He twisted and fought against it, but it was no use. As if some invisible puppet master was pulling on the strings, he felt himself being lifted up by the ropes and deposited on the bed where Ginny lay moments before.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, standing over him next to the bed. Harry pulled on his restraints, but they were anchored firmly to the posts of the bed. His mind raced; Ginny had been put under some sort of spell, or made to drink some potion, certainly, but how was he to help her now?
His heart beat faster when he realized what she was doing. Her hands moved deftly to her shirt, pulling it up over her head, before throwing it to the floor. Harry couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts bounced slightly in the black bra she wore. Her hands moved to her school-uniform pants now, sliding them down her—Harry noted, though he swore inwardly—rather slender legs, revealing a pair of matching dark panties.
This was wrong on so many levels. Harry pulled on the restraints once again, but they didn’t budge. Ginny moved deliberately now, crawling onto the bed seductively. She lay next to him, her breasts pushed up against his left side.
“I’m sorry. I have to do this,” she whispered, though it came out almost as a moan. Her left leg began to intertwine with his. He could feel her dampness through his pants. She sat up, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She began to undo them slowly. Soon the shirt had been discarded to the floor.
Harry couldn’t help but react as her nimble fingers traced the outline of his abs and rubbed over his nipples. So wrong, so wrong, so wrong…he repeated to himself. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t.
His breathing hitched as Ginny’s hands moved lower. One dipped below his waistline, finding the bulge through his boxers. Ginny moaned softly, rubbing the bulge through the fabric. “Ginny, we… can’t,” Harry said softly. “This is wrong.” His words were contradicted, however, by the steadily rising member in his boxers.
Ginny ignored his words and smirked. “I know somewhere deep down, Harry, you want this.” Her fingers moved to the button of his pants and undid it. She hungrily tore them away and threw them to the ground. Now, with only his boxers on, his hardened cock was apparent. Harry’s inner animal side growled with need, but the logical side of him continued to protest. She’s Ron’s sister; this cannot happen, he repeated internally.
These thoughts were forced back as Ginny straddled him now. Her damp panties rubbed maddeningly against his erection through the boxers. She grinded down on it, moaning loudly. Harry had to stifle a moan of his own.
Her hand went to her back, undoing the bra in a fluid movement. Her pert breasts jiggled slightly as they were released. Harry looked at them hungrily; her small nipples were rock hard. He tried to look away, but it was hard not to imagine himself licking those nubs, sucking them, and…
“Oh, Harry…” Ginny continued to moan, leaning down and planting kisses up Harry’s chest. She moved upwards until she reached his mouth. Still grinding on the erection in his boxers, her lips met his. Her tongue danced inside, and Harry couldn’t help but kiss back. His hormones were screaming at him, demanding release.
“Yes,” she whispered huskily, breaking the kiss as she sat up on her knees. “I know you want me.” Slowly, her hands moved to her black panties, the only article of clothing remaining on her body. She slid them down, revealing a small triangle of dark red hair and glistening lips. Harry couldn’t help but stare, wondering how it would feel to be inside her, filling her, feeling the…
“Taste me,” she whispered. She took her panties in one hand and moved them to Harry’s mouth. She let the front part, now nearly dripping with her juices, hover over his lips. Harry’s breathing was erratic; he could smell her scent, and soon he was overcome with an urge to taste her juices. His tongue reached out and licked the moist fabric of the panties.
“How is it?” she asked seductively. Her pussy lips were now resting on his throbbing erection, separated only by the thin material of Harry’s boxers. Harry moaned softly. Slowly, she moved upwards, dragging her crotch along his chest. “Try more,” she demanded, lowering her pussy to his waiting mouth.
The logical side of his mind was completely silenced now, as Harry eagerly licked up the juices from Ginny’s pussy. She moaned loudly as he licked up the length of her lips. When his tongue touched her swollen clit, she cried out in ecstasy, grinding against his mouth. Her hands moved to her breasts, stroking the hardened nipples. “Oh, God, yes…” she groaned. Harry’s tongue delved inside her frantically, creating a rhythm of entering and tasting.
Without warning, Ginny repositioned herself, keeping her pussy on Harry’s mouth while turning around so that she faced his cock. She lowered herself to his crotch, taking the waistband of the boxers in her mouth and pulling them down. His cock bounced slightly, finally released from its fabric prison. Harry moaned as he felt her take his shaft in her hand, pumping slowly. She licked the tip, causing him to groan. His vibrations further stimulated her pussy, and she moaned loudly. Without hesitation, she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue playing over the head. She continued to pump the base, now moving the shaft in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, Harry…” she finally called. “I need you now.”
She sat up and moved quickly, hungrily. She positioned herself so that her lips were just above his aching member. Harry had just enough time to wonder if she was a virgin before she impaled herself on his cock.
The feeling was incredible for both. Ginny had never been filled like this before. She had fooled around with Dean, but it was nothing like this. Harry had had some awkward moments with Cho last year, but nothing could compare to the way Ginny’s warmth clung to his cock like a vice. She screamed out in pleasure; Harry nearly came right then.
Soon she began to move up and down, developing a rhythm. Harry’s hips bucked up to meet hers; their bodies bounced and danced together. Ginny continued to impale herself on his shaft. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as they fucked. Harry watched them hungrily, wishing he could be freed to grab them, lick them, suck them.
Within minutes Harry could feel a pleasant burn grow in the pit of his stomach. His movements become more savage, his hips smashing into Ginny’s as she continued to moan in ecstasy. Their flesh slapped together, glistening in the lamp-light.
It became too much for Harry to handle. Ginny felt his body tighten beneath her, but she refused to stop this bliss. He came forcefully; she felt his warm juice filling her insides as he moaned in sexual delight. That was enough to send her over the edge; her walls contracted and tightened around his cock, milking every last drop. She screamed in orgasmic pleasure as she climaxed, riding out the waves of rapture on his slowly softening member. Spent, she collapsed onto him as his body relaxed in relief.
“Thank you, Harry…” she said. “I had to… I had to…”
Harry was about to respond, about to comfort her, reassure her that it wasn’t her fault, that there must be some enchantment in this room, but he was cut off by the sound of a door opening.
The heavy wooden door swung open, and his stomach dropped.
A/N: So should I continue? Leave me a review, and let me know. Hope you enjoyed!
His heart hammered in his chest. Ron’s sister Ginny had been taken—by whom, he was unsure, but he was sure that he had to get to her before they could hurt her. He couldn’t let anything happen to his best friend’s sister.
The dark halls down which he sprinted now were bleak and daunting, each one more oppressive than the last. Every so often, he thought her heard pleas for help. These echoes made him sprint faster, wand drawn and lit.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of hard running, he turned a corner and nearly ran into a heavy wooden door. He stood panting, drenched in sweat, unsure of what his next move should be. Light seeped from the cracks around the door; making up his mind, he gripped the wand in his hand tighter, and shoved the door open.
A cry of relief reached him. “Harry!” Ginny called. She was lying on her back on a bed in the center of the small room, her arms and legs tied to the four posts. Her school robe had been discarded and thrown carelessly onto the floor next to the bed. The flames from several lamps along the walls lit the bare furnishings of the room.
Harry moved closer quickly, shutting the wooden door behind him. “It’ll be alright,” he said. He vaguely noticed the room seemed oddly smoky, as if some vapor lingered in the air. He thought he smelled something like freshly mown grass, or perfume.
These thoughts were forced from his mind as he drew closer to Ginny. “I’ll get you out,” he reassured her, glancing back at the wooden door and hoping her captors would not burst in at any moment. He leaned down, his face near inches from hers. He could smell her hair, entangled and wild about her face.
To ensure his spell would not hit her by accident, he had to touch his wand to the rope bindings. “Harry…” Ginny whispered feebly. “Help me.”
“I’m here, Ginny. You’re fine now,” Harry replied. His voice was shaky, and it occurred to him then that Ginny may have been poisoned. She didn’t seem to be herself. “Reducto!” he called. The wand tip erupted in a flash of light, and the rope fell away from Ginny’s wrist. As he moved to get the other rope holding her arm, Ginny grabbed his neck with her free arm.
He had time to glance quizzically at her eyes before she brought her face to his. Their lips mashed together; her tongue invaded his, fighting for control, driven by an unnatural hunger.
He pulled away immediately. “Ginny, what’re you—”
She cut him off. “Harry, I need your help…”
“I know, I’ll get you out, I promise. Let me just…” He knew now that she must be under some sort of spell. He moved to reposition his wand to the other bindings.
Her face moved closer to his, her mouth inches away from his ear. He could hear her breathing, see the color of the flushed skin on her cheeks. “Harry…” she repeated. “Fuck me.”
She moved quickly and suddenly. Her hand flashed out and grabbed his wand; his surprise made him falter, and she wrenched it from his grasp. “Stupefy!” she cried, sounding pained. The red jet of light hit him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards. He crashed loudly into the opposite wall.
He heard Ginny murmur some words, and suddenly he felt his appendages being tangled in rope. He twisted and fought against it, but it was no use. As if some invisible puppet master was pulling on the strings, he felt himself being lifted up by the ropes and deposited on the bed where Ginny lay moments before.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, standing over him next to the bed. Harry pulled on his restraints, but they were anchored firmly to the posts of the bed. His mind raced; Ginny had been put under some sort of spell, or made to drink some potion, certainly, but how was he to help her now?
His heart beat faster when he realized what she was doing. Her hands moved deftly to her shirt, pulling it up over her head, before throwing it to the floor. Harry couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts bounced slightly in the black bra she wore. Her hands moved to her school-uniform pants now, sliding them down her—Harry noted, though he swore inwardly—rather slender legs, revealing a pair of matching dark panties.
This was wrong on so many levels. Harry pulled on the restraints once again, but they didn’t budge. Ginny moved deliberately now, crawling onto the bed seductively. She lay next to him, her breasts pushed up against his left side.
“I’m sorry. I have to do this,” she whispered, though it came out almost as a moan. Her left leg began to intertwine with his. He could feel her dampness through his pants. She sat up, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She began to undo them slowly. Soon the shirt had been discarded to the floor.
Harry couldn’t help but react as her nimble fingers traced the outline of his abs and rubbed over his nipples. So wrong, so wrong, so wrong…he repeated to himself. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t.
His breathing hitched as Ginny’s hands moved lower. One dipped below his waistline, finding the bulge through his boxers. Ginny moaned softly, rubbing the bulge through the fabric. “Ginny, we… can’t,” Harry said softly. “This is wrong.” His words were contradicted, however, by the steadily rising member in his boxers.
Ginny ignored his words and smirked. “I know somewhere deep down, Harry, you want this.” Her fingers moved to the button of his pants and undid it. She hungrily tore them away and threw them to the ground. Now, with only his boxers on, his hardened cock was apparent. Harry’s inner animal side growled with need, but the logical side of him continued to protest. She’s Ron’s sister; this cannot happen, he repeated internally.
These thoughts were forced back as Ginny straddled him now. Her damp panties rubbed maddeningly against his erection through the boxers. She grinded down on it, moaning loudly. Harry had to stifle a moan of his own.
Her hand went to her back, undoing the bra in a fluid movement. Her pert breasts jiggled slightly as they were released. Harry looked at them hungrily; her small nipples were rock hard. He tried to look away, but it was hard not to imagine himself licking those nubs, sucking them, and…
“Oh, Harry…” Ginny continued to moan, leaning down and planting kisses up Harry’s chest. She moved upwards until she reached his mouth. Still grinding on the erection in his boxers, her lips met his. Her tongue danced inside, and Harry couldn’t help but kiss back. His hormones were screaming at him, demanding release.
“Yes,” she whispered huskily, breaking the kiss as she sat up on her knees. “I know you want me.” Slowly, her hands moved to her black panties, the only article of clothing remaining on her body. She slid them down, revealing a small triangle of dark red hair and glistening lips. Harry couldn’t help but stare, wondering how it would feel to be inside her, filling her, feeling the…
“Taste me,” she whispered. She took her panties in one hand and moved them to Harry’s mouth. She let the front part, now nearly dripping with her juices, hover over his lips. Harry’s breathing was erratic; he could smell her scent, and soon he was overcome with an urge to taste her juices. His tongue reached out and licked the moist fabric of the panties.
“How is it?” she asked seductively. Her pussy lips were now resting on his throbbing erection, separated only by the thin material of Harry’s boxers. Harry moaned softly. Slowly, she moved upwards, dragging her crotch along his chest. “Try more,” she demanded, lowering her pussy to his waiting mouth.
The logical side of his mind was completely silenced now, as Harry eagerly licked up the juices from Ginny’s pussy. She moaned loudly as he licked up the length of her lips. When his tongue touched her swollen clit, she cried out in ecstasy, grinding against his mouth. Her hands moved to her breasts, stroking the hardened nipples. “Oh, God, yes…” she groaned. Harry’s tongue delved inside her frantically, creating a rhythm of entering and tasting.
Without warning, Ginny repositioned herself, keeping her pussy on Harry’s mouth while turning around so that she faced his cock. She lowered herself to his crotch, taking the waistband of the boxers in her mouth and pulling them down. His cock bounced slightly, finally released from its fabric prison. Harry moaned as he felt her take his shaft in her hand, pumping slowly. She licked the tip, causing him to groan. His vibrations further stimulated her pussy, and she moaned loudly. Without hesitation, she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue playing over the head. She continued to pump the base, now moving the shaft in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, Harry…” she finally called. “I need you now.”
She sat up and moved quickly, hungrily. She positioned herself so that her lips were just above his aching member. Harry had just enough time to wonder if she was a virgin before she impaled herself on his cock.
The feeling was incredible for both. Ginny had never been filled like this before. She had fooled around with Dean, but it was nothing like this. Harry had had some awkward moments with Cho last year, but nothing could compare to the way Ginny’s warmth clung to his cock like a vice. She screamed out in pleasure; Harry nearly came right then.
Soon she began to move up and down, developing a rhythm. Harry’s hips bucked up to meet hers; their bodies bounced and danced together. Ginny continued to impale herself on his shaft. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as they fucked. Harry watched them hungrily, wishing he could be freed to grab them, lick them, suck them.
Within minutes Harry could feel a pleasant burn grow in the pit of his stomach. His movements become more savage, his hips smashing into Ginny’s as she continued to moan in ecstasy. Their flesh slapped together, glistening in the lamp-light.
It became too much for Harry to handle. Ginny felt his body tighten beneath her, but she refused to stop this bliss. He came forcefully; she felt his warm juice filling her insides as he moaned in sexual delight. That was enough to send her over the edge; her walls contracted and tightened around his cock, milking every last drop. She screamed in orgasmic pleasure as she climaxed, riding out the waves of rapture on his slowly softening member. Spent, she collapsed onto him as his body relaxed in relief.
“Thank you, Harry…” she said. “I had to… I had to…”
Harry was about to respond, about to comfort her, reassure her that it wasn’t her fault, that there must be some enchantment in this room, but he was cut off by the sound of a door opening.
The heavy wooden door swung open, and his stomach dropped.
A/N: So should I continue? Leave me a review, and let me know. Hope you enjoyed!