A Harry Potter Sex Incident

Harry Potter was just your average 27 year old. That is, if you were willing to look the other way on his ability to alter matter, energy, and even time with nothing but the force of his will and the aid of a feather-impregnated shaft of hollywood. Likewise, Ginny Weasley was just your average 25 year old. That is, if you discounted her back-length red hair, bombshell body, and ability to alter matter, energy and even time with nothing but.... you get the idea.



Anyhow, Harry and Ginny were taking a liesurely stroll down 5th Avenue one day, trying to decide what to do with their afternoon. Harry was quite in favor of grabbing a Papaya King dog and slipping into St Patrick's Cathedral for a few minutes of quiet reflection, while Ginny was in a more adventurous mood, and preferred to hit up a Klau Kalash cart, then sneak into one of the stuffier reading rooms at the New York Public Library and make passing wind noises. It was, one might say, a real humdinger of a difficult decision.

"Klau Kalash, Harry, delicious Klau Kalash," purred Ginny in a sultry voice. "Maybe with a little crab juice to wash it down?"

"Blecch!" replied the raven-haired hero, holding a muscular arm to his throat and making gagging noises. "I'd rather bathe in Mountain Dew!" He frowned, staring down at the sidewalk for a few paces, then signed heavily and turned toward her. "This clearly isn't working, Ginny. I think we both know that there's only one way to salvage our afternoon from this awful conundrum."

Ginny's eyes widened. "You mean..?" she asked in a whisper.

"Exactly!" shouted Harry, startling pedestrians all around them and creating a 3-foot moving perimeter where before there had been a crush of human bodies. "We need us some pizza!"

Ginny moaned in anticipation. "Oh YES Harry, Oh God, yes!"

Without a word or a sound, they were gone.

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If anyone noticed the tall, dark, handsome man and the gorgeous redhead with the hourglass figure suddenly appear at the Water Tower, they gave no sign. With purposeful stride, the pair moved south along Michigan Avenue, then down an alleyway. They came to a halt in front of a steel door with faded lettering reading something like Gior an 's.

Ginny tapped the door with her index finger and it swung open, revealing a kitchen full of heavenly smells and Spanish swearing. Harry stepped in, placed three hundred-dollar bills on the counter, and grabbed three cardboard boxes. He turned on the spot, and they were gone again.

They appeared three blocks and 26 floors away, in an opulent suite at the Ritz-Carlton. Harry dropped the three boxes on a convenient granite counter-top, ripped open the top one, and they both leaned over, eyes dilating, breath coming in gasps, salivating until they drooled as they felt the heat on their faces and inhaled the delicious aroma of a gooey, cheesy, deep-dish Chicago pizza.

Reverently reaching out his hand, Harry seized a slice, sinking his fingertips into it, letting the hot sauce run down his forearm as he lifted it to his mouth and took a big bite. He moaned loudly, eyes rolling toward the ceiling and knees beginning to give. Meanwhile Ginny growled in her throat and grabbed at his forearm, guiding the pizza to her own mouth and tearing off a delicious bite, then another. They sank to the floor together in bliss, hands twined together as they stared glazedly up at nothing.

Harry came to his wits first. Licking his lips in a desultory fashion, he propped himself up on one elbow, staring down at Ginny.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

"Better," she replied, with her eyes squeezed shut. "Much better."

Harry grinned. He waved his hand at the open pizza box, and it came drifting down from the counter as though it were light as a feather. Grabbing another piece, he took a large bite, then, eyes crinkling with laughter, smeared the remains of it across Ginny's face. With a pop he was on the other side of the room, howling his amusement.

Squealing with outrage and licking at her own face as best she could, Ginny bolted upright and dived across the room at him. Catching him in a perfect flying tackle, with a twitch of her head they both disappeared just before smashing into the marble fireplace, landing with a splash on the other side of the wall in an enormous hot tub, already abubble.

"Bastard," she said with a smile, grabbing his head in both hands and kissing him firmly on the lips. Harry's laugh died into a murmur of passion as their tongues intertwined. His hands came to rest on her hips, then found the hem of her tight red tee shirt and slipped beneath it, exploring the smooth expanse of her belly, caressing her sides, fingertips kneading her lower back. Ginny moaned into his mouth and raised her arms over her head. Harry gently pulled the shirt off of her and flung it away. It landed with a soft wet plop in the middle of the enormous bathroom.

Ginny quickly turned the tables, gripping Harry's black tee and peeling it off of him, flinging it across the room. She smiled slyly and slicked his hair back with one hand, then placed both hands on his strong chest as he gathered her in his arms and pulled them together for another kiss.

Soon Harry's right hand sought the clasp of Ginny's bra. Stifling a laugh, Ginny shook her shoulders slightly and it was gone. Harry inhaled a deep, satisfied breath as Ginny's full, firm breasts pressed up against his chest. They kissed again, probing deep into each other's mouths, tongues twirling and twining.

Taking his cue from Ginny, Harry didn't even begin on the hopeless task of wriggling them both out of their soaked jeans. Instead he simply moved his hands down Ginny's full round hips and rested them on her bottom, rubbing twice at her butt pockets, and they were pressed together naked. Ginny gasped and Harry groaned as his rock hard throbbing erection pushed up against the folds of her warm, literally soaking wet labia.

Lifting her by the waist, Harry lifted Ginny and laid her on the warm, wide stone ledge that ran on three sides of the hot tub. Lying down on top of her, their bodies writhed together, hands and tongues roaming as they kissed and grasped and groped, Ginny's pussy pouring with wetness and Harry's hard-on growing until he felt as if the very skin would burst at the tip.