There's just something about a redhead

There was just something about a redhead.

Harry had known Ginny for a few years now, but somewhere along the way, feelings started to spring up behind the normal everyday interactions. He wasn't sure what they were at first, but as he found himself looking for more and more excuses to spend time with her, he realized, he was developing a crush on her. And that, was a little bit of a problem. Not only was she younger than him, but she was his best friends little sister, which couldn't be a good thing.

When he was younger he knew that Ginny had a bit of a crush on him, but unfortunately he wasn't interested in her at the time. Now, that she had moved on and started dating random guys at Hogwarts, Harry was wishing he had said something. Maybe then he'd be the one she was always talking about, rather than just staring at her from across the dinner table in the great hall.

It wasn't until summer holiday that his feelings grew from unexplained sensations of warmth and longing, to full blown attraction. It was like she had matured right in front of his eyes, from a cute young girl to a sexy redheaded fire cracker that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with, admiring and adoring with every waking minute. He was visiting the Weasleys for a few weeks, and maybe it was because they were able to spend more time together that he was falling head over heels for her. Or maybe it was those jeans. They had gone in to town for the day, and they were both wearing muggle clothes to help blend in. The Weasleys were notorious for having hand me down clothes that neither fit nor looked very new, but on Ginny, the look was amazing. Her worn in jeans were a little too tight and showing off her newly developed curves beautifully. Upstairs she looked like any other adolescent girl her age, but downstairs was a different story. He wasn't sure what Mrs. Weasley was feeding her, but the effects were nothing short of magical. Harry never really thought of himself of a butt man, but Ginny had the ass of a goddess, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it.

The next few days were pretty boring. Harry spent time catching up with Ron on Quidditch and the adventures he and his brothers had had over the summer, which Harry kept trying to sneak glances at Ginny's posterior. Most of the time she was wearing old school robes, that, although tight, left a lot up to the imagination, which Harry was finding himself using more and more to picture her in various positions and angles. It wasn't until laundry day did Harry get another shot at her visual feast.

"So I says to the guy, a female keeper? You can have her." Ron said, laughing at his joke harder than anyone in the room.

Harry wasn't listening. He was practically falling out of his chair to catch a good glimpse of Ginny in her sleeping shorts. They were made of a very thing fabric that Harry imagined were very soft. Soft and warm. He wondered what it would feel like to press his face into...

"Harry!" Ron shouted.

"Yes, professor?" Harry sat up, thinking he had fallen asleep in class.

"Are you okay mate?" Ron asked, oblivious to what Harry had just been doing. "You looked like you were about to pass out."

"Yeah, there just must have not been enough blood running to my head." Harry said, a little more truthfully than he expected. "I think I'm going to go lay down for a bit."

"Be careful on those stairs then." Ron called after Harry hurried off.

Harry rushed up the stairs, desperate to get a little alone time. But he wasn't looking where he was going and he bumped head first into something. Something soft.

"Harry?" A voice asked, surprised.

Harry adjusted his glasses. It was Ginny, and the soft think he had crashed into was her thinly covered ass. "Ginny!" He gasped in guilty shock. "I was just..."

He was going to say, thinking about you, but he caught himself in time.

"Where were you off to in such a hurry?" She asked with a pleasant chuckle.

"I was just looking for something." He said, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Was it me, perhaps?" She asked with naughty grin.

Harry almost fell down the stairs. "I didn't, wait what?" He didn't know what to say.

"Don't think I haven't noticed." She said, giving her hips a little shake. "You've been staring at me ever since you got here."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." He quickly apologized.

"It's okay, I've been trying to get your attention for years." She said with a wink. "I'm just glad you finally noticed."

Harry wasn't sure what to say, but the silence didn't last long. Ginny lowered herself to the step Harry was on and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "My room's nice and quiet, if you want to come join me."

Harry didn't even need to think about it. He followed Ginny up the stairs to her room and made sure no one was following them before he stepped inside. It was the first time he had been in her room and it wasn't like he had expected. It was all posters of Quidditch teams and The Twisted Sisters, it hardly looked like a girl lived there at all. Harry kind of blushed when he saw a picture of himself staring back at him on her night stand. Ginny quickly snatched it up and hid it in her dresser.

"Sorry about that." She said, her face slightly pink.

"Don't worry about it." Harry smiled. "So, what do you want to do?"

"This." She said, pulling him into a long kiss. She held her lips to his, pulling him down to the bed with her. Her lips were warm like cinnamon, her breath heavy like sweet caramel. Harry couldn't believe what he was doing, kissing Ron's sister with him and most of his family in the house. But he didn't care. If this was a dream, he was going to live it to the fullest.

He slid his hands down her back, feeling her warm slender body aching at his fingertips. He dug his hands into her ass, gripping them as tenderly as he had always dreamed of doing. She moaned into his lips, urging him to keep going. He gripped her hips, grinding himself against her crotch while they made out, her moans coming dangerously close to penetrating the walls.

"Shhh." Harry whispered. "You don't want anyone to hear us do you?"

"Oh, don't worry about it." Ginny grinned. "Everyone just thinks a ghoul lives upstairs."

They both paused for a moment, breaking into a fit of giggles before returning to each other's lips. Harry again slipped his hands down Ginny's back, this time letting his fingers slip underneath the waistband of Ginny's shorts, feeling the firmness of her tender ass. The hot flesh in his hands made is loins burn desire, his hips leaching forward involuntarily.

"Mmm, greedy boy, aren't you." Ginny grinned, grinding herself against him on the bed.

She reached between them and slipped her shirt off over her head. Her breasts were small, but perky and freckled with a cuteness that begged to be touched. Unable to decide with one to focus on first, Harry mashed his face between them, kissing the little valley that ran down the middle of her chest. He could feel her heart pounding beneath the surface, pounding because of him. He reached up and cupped her soft breasts in his hands, kissing her neck and slender shoulders with his lips. He loved every second of this, but he wanted more. He needed more.

In a rushed motion, Harry tore at his clothes, freeing his eager body from their cottony confines. Ginny got up on her hands and knees and arched her back to in front of Harry, presenting him with a thinly wrapped gift. He slipped her shorts down over her hips, stopping in awe as she shimmering backside was revealed before his eyes. He couldn't help himself, he leaded in and took a wet mouthful of her soft ass into his lips, kissing and biting her at same time. Ginny growled out in pleasure and she finished the job of undressing herself, too eager to waste time with his childish games.

Ginny spread her legs slightly and pushed her shoulders down to the bed, waiting like an animal in heat to be mounted. Harry's cock found its way to the entrance of Ginny's vagina, drinking in the heat that was seeping heavily from it. Grabbing her hips, he eased himself forward, feeling her slippery vice gripping his cock in its velvety clutches.

Harry let out a stuttered groan as the heat penetrated his groin and spread down his legs, making him weak. He bottomed out, playing with the firmness of her ass with his pelvis. He stirred her up a little, before pulling back slowly, feeling each succulent fold drag against his cock, sending shivers up his spine. He dove in again, this time pushing her shoulders down in to the bed, desperate to feel her inner warmth. Again and again he thrust, picking up speed, her pussy gushing with pleasure.

Ginny rolled over on to her back, giving them both a second to catch their breaths before Harry entered her again. As Harry thrust in to her, he could see the tip of his cock straining up through her creamy skin, her pert breasts rocking in rhythm with his hips. Ginny wrapped her legs around Harry, locking him into place. She pulled him into a desperate embrace, their hearts pounding so close together. Harry's thrusts caused both of their hips to rock in tandem, bodies writhing together to reach a mutual goal.

In an abrupt motion, Harry's thrusts stopped as his body seized up. Uncontrollable fits of passion surged through his body, his hips jerking forward as liquid heat poured into Ginny waiting body. She clung to him her body burning, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against her. She felt his cock deep within her, pulsing vividly. Heat and pleasure seemed to blur together as the held one another, desperate to ride out the storm. With one last labored breath, Harry's body collapsed on to the bed next to Ginny, their minds floating on a sea of pleasure.

After she caught her breath, Ginny rolled over and crawled up on to Harry, leaning down to kiss him with heavy lips. She then got up, giving him a little show with her hips before putting her clothes back on. Harry wasn't sure what would happen if Ron ever found out what he had done with his sister, but he didn't care too much. Whatever it was, her wonderful ass was defiantly worth it.

End

Author's notes

So, I know there's already a disclaimer at the beginning of this story, but I just want to be clear, any likeness to persons in real life are purely coincidental. There's no chance in hell that I based this entire story off of a fiery little redhead whose rocking little ass is, to quote Adam Sandler, "So hot, want to touch the heiney."

Yeah, purely coincidental.

Anyways, thanks for reading.

And also, sorry about the ÿþ at the beginning of the story. I don't know what the hell's wrong with this site, I'm only using a normal txt file, so yeah...