Fic for snarkysweetness - The (In)Appropriate Gift (Part 2)

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To: snarkysweetness

Title: The (In)Appropriate Gift
Author: pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur, Guest Appearance - Luna
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: ~14400
Summary: It’s the Christmas holiday of Ginny’s seventh year. Can she and Harry finally get over themselves and actually get together?

Author's Notes: I think I worked in all your requested winter elements. And I hope this is ‘smutty’ enough for you.

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Harry woke up around two in the morning to the rhythmic tapping of Ron and Hermione’s bed against the wall. He wondered if he and Ginny could do it as often as the two of them seemed to do. Of course, they had to do it once before they could do it all night.

They were at it again when Harry woke up around seven. Or, maybe they were still at it, he wasn’t sure. Hermione knew so many spells. Maybe she’d found one that kept Ron hard and potent for hours.

“If she has,” Harry thought as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, “I hope she’ll teach it to Ginny.”

Harry didn’t last as long as Ron apparently was doing. As he cleaned himself and his sheets he was thankful that at least the Silencing Charm seemed to be working. He’d be completely spare by now if he had to listen to Hermione moaning about what a great stud Ron was.

Harry showered and dressed and Flooed to the Burrow for breakfast. Ginny was in a short skirt and a pair of colorful tights. Harry blushed a bit as she caught him staring at her legs.

“Like them?” She smiled as she twirled around and Harry groaned as her skirt flared out, clearly displaying her muscular buttocks in the clingy material.

Once breakfast was over, they went out to the pond where Harry spent most of the morning falling on his arse. He was pants at anything that required a sense of balance and rhythm, other than flying a broom. That was why he was such a pitiful dancer, too.

Ginny giggled at him a lot, but also didn’t mind as he’d teasingly grope her while insisting he was only trying to maintain his balance.

“Likely story, Harry Potter.” She laughed. “I know how much you like copping cheap feels.”

Bill and Fleur came out to skate. Bill was a very good skater and Fleur, dressed all in white, looked like a fairy as she glided effortlessly along, spinning and twirling. Harry had a hard time not staring at her long, supple legs encased in tight white tights. When she spun, her short skirt also flared out and Harry couldn’t help but goggle at her shapely buttocks which were outlined perfectly by her tights.

“Humph,” he heard Ginny grunt in his ear. “You don’t look at MY arse that way,”

“I do too!” Harry said. “You just don’t see me since I’m behind you when I’m staring..., oh, shite.”

Ginny laughed and kissed him, knocking them both down into the snow. They deepened and lengthened the kiss, their hands slipping under their jackets.

“Knock it off, you two,” Bill growled.

“Bugger off, Bill,” Ginny growled back. “Or I’ll open a hole in the ice, drop you in, and then freeze it over.”

“Beell,” Fleur said taking his hand. “Leave your sister alone. She iz a beeg girl now. She can take care of ‘erself.”

Bill sighed, then looked in Fleur’s sparkling blue eyes and saw a soft smile curling her lips.

“Well, I guess since it’s Harry...”

Harry rolled Ginny under him, his tongue probing her mouth as he slid his hand under her jumper and caressed the firm, warm flesh of her stomach.

“Harry!” Ginny shrieked. “Your hand is like ice!”

“Speaking of which,” Harry grinned. “I still owe you for those snowballs.”

He picked up a handful of snow and stuffed it down the front of Ginny’s jacket and jumper.

“I’m going to kill you, Harry!” She threatened while shaking with cold and laughter.

“Big talk! Where’s the Chaser who can hit the hoop at ten yards? Take this!”

He rolled her over and shoved a handful of snow down the back of her neck as she squealed and laughed.

Harry got off her and stood up.

“Now, we’re even.”

“Oh, you think so, Potter?” Ginny grinned as she launched herself at Harry’s legs and tackled him to the snow. She straddled him, scooped up a handful of snow and rubbed it in his face.

“Now, we’re even!” She crowed, then screamed as a snowball hit her in the back of the head.

“I’m going to curse you, Bill Weasley!!”

“Yeah, sure,” he laughed. “Oww! Fleur!”

Fleur had stuffed a handful of snow down his back.

“We girls, we must stick together, eh, Geenee?”

“We’ll see about that,” Bill laughed, jumping on his wife and bearing her down into a snowbank and kissing her soundly.

Harry grabbed Ginny’s shoulders and pulled her down into a hot kiss. She responded, forcing her tongue into his mouth, then squealed as he forced a handful of snow into the back of her tights.

“Die, Potter!” She laughed and shoved snow down his shirt.

Bill tossed a large scoop of snow onto both of them.

“You need to cool off, you two!”

He smiled as Fleur jumped on his back and knocked him down. They rolled around and ended up next to Harry and Ginny. A general snow fight followed, the girls squealing and the men growling.

Fleur gasped as Bill shoved some snow down the front of her tights.

“You weell ‘ave to warm zat up before zere is any sex tonight, you know.”

“I’m sure that will be sheer torture for you, won’t it, Bill.” He frowned at his sister as his wife giggled almost uncontrollably, then shoved snow down the front of his trousers.

“‘Ow would you like for me to warm zat up for you, eh, Beell?” He blushed as Ginny snickered and Harry howled.

More snow fighting followed, everyone trying to shove snow into someone else’s clothes. Harry was hugely embarrassed though when he pulled on what he thought was Fleur’s collar only to discover it was the waistband of her tights and her gorgeous, alabaster arse was exposed. As he blushed profusely and let go, he couldn’t help but notice she was wearing knickers a lot like Hermione and Luna had been wearing. They were a pure white, just like her outfit and Harry could see everything.

“I’m so sorry, Fleur. Bill. I...I...I, I thought it was your collar. I mean, you know, everything you have on is white, just like the snow and my glasses were all wet and smeared and....”

Harry stopped as Ginny kissed him and Bill and Fleur both laughed.

“Eet iz alright, ‘Arry, really.” Fleur’s cheeks were red, but that might very well have been from the cold rather than embarrassment. “I am not ashamed of my body. Next summer, we weell ‘ave everyone over for a beach party. You weell get to see me in my bikini.”

Bill squeezed her arse and made her squeak.

“Oh, so that’s what you call that handkerchief you wear.”

They went back to the Burrow where Molly clucked her tongue at them.

“Honestly! Grown witches and wizards acting like six-year-olds. Leave your jackets and boots here in the kitchen so I can dry them properly. Then get dry clothes on and we’ll have lunch.”

Ginny smiled invitingly. “Want to come with me and dry me off, Harry?”

“No, I think Harry will come with me,” Bill said. “Fleur can help you dry off, I’m sure.”

Before either could protest, Bill had dragged Harry to the room he and Fleur were sharing as Fleur went to Ginny’s bedroom with her.

The two women stripped and cast drying charms on their clothes. Ginny sighed a bit as she stared at Fleur’s exquisite figure and flawless pale skin. She noticed and pulled Ginny into a tight hug. Ginny shivered just slightly at feeling Fleur’s naked lithe, muscular body pressed tightly to her own bare skin.

“I am sure ‘Arry zinks zat you are just perfect,” Fleur said. “And you are. Truly.”

“I’m skinny and freckled. And flat.”

“You are beautiful, Geenee, and don’t let anyone ever tell you different.”

Fleur donned her underwear, then summoned her robe and put it on, saying, “I weell put on dry clothes later. I need to be ready to, ahh, warm up my ‘usband.”

She saw Ginny frown, then look sad.

“You and ‘Arry will ‘ave your chance, never fear,” Fleur assured her with a knowing smile.

“I just wonder when.” Ginny sighed. “I love him so much. I...I want to be his completely. In every way.”

Fleur hugged her again and stroked her hair. “Eet weell ‘appen, Geenee. I weell make sure zat Beell is out of ze way. And zat ‘e does not give you any trouble after. ‘E loves you, you know zat. ‘E just ‘as a ‘ard time remembering zat you are a grown woman now, not ‘is baby sister.”

In the other bedroom, Harry watched with some admiration as Bill quickly dried their clothes, then even resized a pair of his slippers so Harry could use them.

“Er, Bill. I’m really sorry about, well, you know. Fleur and her tights and...”

Bill laughed. “It’s alright, Harry. Fleur is not the least bit shy about displaying her body. If we do have a beach party, you’ll see what I mean.”

He then gave Harry a firm stare.

“How does her bum compare with Ginny’s?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Harry said.

Bill couldn’t keep the surprise off his face.

“Really? You mean, you and Ginny...”

“Never, Bill.” Harry sighed. “I’m wondering whether she really wants me like that.”

“Oh, I know enough about women to recognize the look in her eyes, Harry,” Bill said, putting a brotherly arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Damn, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad it’s you that Gin really wants. Just don’t hurt her again, Harry.”

Ginny had retrieved Harry’s gift and the others from under her bed and put them under the tree. When Harry and Bill came out, Harry noticed the bright green paper.

“Can I open it now! Please! I’ll be, ahh, very grateful.”

He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her as Fleur and Bill snickered and her mother harrumphed.

Arthur Flooed home and they ate lunch. An hour or so later, Bill and Fleur wandered off to their bedroom to ‘warm’ each other up. Molly rolled her eyes, Arthur snickered and Harry and Ginny just blushed.

Ginny went up and showered. Afterwards she and Harry curled up together on the couch in the parlor where they spent most of the rest of the afternoon, cuddling and kissing.

The rest of the family Flooed in for dinner and after another wonderful Molly Weasley meal, spent to next couple of hours just chatting and sipping wine and Firewhiskey. Everyone had brought presents and there was a large stack under the tree.

Harry glanced at his gift for Ginny in its bright red paper and began to worry that she might not think it was truly appropriate. He was fairly certain that her mother wouldn’t approve.

Couples started Flooing to their own homes for their own private Christmas Eve celebrations. Everyone would be back at nine the next morning for breakfast, then open their gifts.

Harry finished kissing Ginny and was heading to the Floo when she grabbed his hand.

“Spend the night, Harry. Please. It’ll be alright, won’t it, Mum? Daddy?”

“You can stay in George’s room,” Molly said. “I know he and Angie won’t be back tonight.”

“If you’re sure it’s not too much of an imposition.”

“Oh, of course not, Harry, dear,” Molly said. “It will save you the trouble of having to Floo over when everyone else is doing so.”

Harry didn’t mention that it would also save him the trouble of having to listen to Ron and Hermione shagging like rabbits all night. The looks they exchanged before Flooing back to Grimmauld Place told Harry that they probably wouldn’t make it any further than the couch in the parlor. As delightful as seeing Hermione’s arse had been, he didn’t need to see it again; especially not while Ron was shagging her.

It was a very pleasant evening, though, reclining on the couch, sipping mulled wine and nibbling at delicious Molly Weasley biscuits, with Ginny lying on his chest and inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. She had obviously shampooed it after lunch and she smelled of strawberries and vanilla. He was surprised that Molly and Arthur both had very happy expressions on their faces as they watched their only daughter lying with Harry, her arms around him and snuggled comfortably onto his chest.

Fleur was sitting in Bill’s lap, teasing his hair with her delicate fingers and occasionally giving him soft kisses on his cheeks and lips. Around ten o’clock, they excused themselves and went to their bedroom, very carefully placing Silencing and Imperturbable charms on the room.

Harry asked Ginny if she could fetch him another glass of wine. She kissed him and got up and went to the kitchen, her mother following a moment later to get more biscuits. Harry noticed Arthur staring at him with a very happy expression on his face.

“You and Ginny would be good together, Harry.”

“Er, umm, thanks, Mr. Weasley. I’m hoping that we can really be together again, but I promise I won’t force anything with her.”

“I know you’d never do anything like that. And call me Arthur. You’re a grownup now, Harry.”

“Er, sure, Mr. Weas..., umm, Arthur.” Harry paused. “I love her, I really do love her.”

“I can tell,” Arthur said quietly. “If you’re asking for my blessing, you have it. I think you probably know that you’ve always had my approval. You’re a fine young wizard, Harry. Be good to my little girl.”

Harry was both touched and surprised by Arthur’s sincere statement.

“I will. I promise.”

In the kitchen, Molly took Ginny’s hand.

“You and Harry seem very comfortable together tonight.”

“I love him, Mum. I love him with all my heart and soul.”

“Oh, that’s easy to tell. He’s a fine young man. You couldn’t do any better, Ginny, not if you searched for a hundred years.”

Ginny curled up on Harry’s chest again, hugging him firmly as he sipped his wine and idly stroked her hair.

“Well,” Molly said a little later. “Father Christmas won’t show up while anyone is awake, you know. I think it’s time we all got to sleep.”

Harry accompanied Ginny to her room, where they fell on her bed, kissing passionately. Ginny removed her tee shirt, then her jeans. Harry pressed himself onto her, smiling as Ginny moaned soft and low, her fingers tangling in his hair. He was cradled between her thighs and the delicious pressure on his erection was threatening to undo him.

“It feels so, so good, Harry. Gods, I want you.”

Harry’s heart soared, but his commonsense (and sense of self-preservation) intruded.

“I want you, too, Ginny, but...” He gestured feebly at her door. “I’m sure your parents are still awake, waiting to hear your door open and me walking up the steps to George’s room. Maybe...maybe you could come over to Grimmauld Place one day. Ron and Hermione are going to her folk’s house for Boxing Day and staying there through New Year’s Day.”

“I’ll be there, I promise,” Ginny said, holding his head to her breasts. “Somehow or other, I’ll be there.”

They kissed some more, Harry cupping her sex through her plain cotton knickers as she squeezed his erection through his trousers. She worried her lower lip with her teeth a bit; it seemed so big. Still, all her friends who were experienced had assured her that after the first minute or so, the pain went away and the pleasure started.

Lavender had told her bluntly the day before they’d left for the holidays, “There’s really no problem fitting someone’s cock inside you, Ginny. Unless they’re really grossly overendowed. Seamus has told me that Harry is, umm, above average, but I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t be too big for you.”

She’d smirked then. “If he is, send him to me!”

Ginny’s mouth had dropped open in shock, then she laughed as Lavender enfolded her in a warm, tight hug.

“Do it, Ginny. Gods, don’t deny yourself - and him - any longer.”

“I want to. I really, really want to, Lav.”

“Then do it,” she said with finality. “And I’ll expect all the gooey details right after the Welcoming Feast!”

Harry reluctantly left Ginny’s lips and bed and made his way up to George’s room, where he stripped to his boxers and got into what had once been Fred’s bed. But, sleep eluded him as he thought more and more about Ginny’s gift.

“What was I thinking? She’ll be insulted when she opens my present. She’ll think all I want is to...to shag her. Well, I do want to shag her, no, I want to make love to her. Merlin knows what her parents will think. And her brothers will kill me!”

Harry slipped on an old robe of Fred’s and made his way down the stairs, carefully avoiding the two squeaky steps. He went to the parlor and located Ginny’s gift in the stack. He pulled it out then,

“Harry? What? What are you doing? You...you’re taking my gift back?”

He turned and saw Ginny in her robe, staring at him with hurt and confusion in her eyes, but also with what looked like worry.

“I...I, it just isn’t the appropriate,” he said lamely.

“Shouldn’t you let me decide that, Harry?”

He sighed and handed it to her. “Don’t hate me, please.”

“I could never hate you, Harry,” she said gently.

“I don’t know what I was thinking when I got this, Ginny. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but... Wait a minute. Why are you down here?”

She walked over to the tree and grabbed Harry’s gift.

“I was having second thoughts, too. Here. Happy Christmas, Harry.”

Ginny opened her gift and her mouth dropped open.

“Just...just what kind of witch do you think I am, Harry Potter?” Ginny was trying to sound angry, but they were the sexiest knickers she’d ever seen.

“One I love very much,” Harry said softly. “I know this probably isn’t the right way to tell you that, though.”

She gave him a shy smile. “Well, they are very soft and sexy. I...I’ve never had silk underwear before.”

She looked at him with a much sexier smile.

“Would you like me to model them for you?”

Harry practically melted into a puddle of goo on the spot.

“Maybe you should tie me to something so I don’t ravish you.”

“Maybe I want to be ravished,” she answered, starting all the blood in Harry’s brain traveling south to his groin. “Aren’t you going to open my present?”

Harry mumbled a yes, tore off the paper and then just stared at the briefs. Then he gave her his best leer.

“What kind of wizard do you take me for, Miss Weasley?”

“One that I love very much,” she said. “You...you stay here and put them on. I’ll go into the kitchen and change.”

Once she was out of sight in the kitchen, Harry quickly slipped off his plain boxers and stuffed them in a pocket, then slipped the briefs up his legs and onto his hips. The tiny pants barely confined his erection.

When Ginny walked out wearing Harry’s gift, her robe over her arm, his erection threatened to pop out of his pants completely. Her pink nipples, hard and pebbled with excitement, peeked out over the lacy edge of her brassiere. The knickers barely covered the fiery red triangle between her muscular thighs.

“Nothing to say?” She gave him a very sexy smile and turned in a circle, Harry moaning as he saw the top half of her firm, white cheeks clearly.

“You...you take my breath away.” Harry had no idea how he came up with that answer, but Ginny was in his arms an instant later, her lips sealed to his and her body pressed tightly to his own.

The kiss lengthened and deepened, their hands wandering over each other’s exposed flesh. The feel of her nipples pressed against his chest had him getting harder by the second, and he nearly came as she pressed her warm crotch against the bulge in his briefs. He slipped his hands into the back of her knickers, massaging the firm, muscular globes of her shapely rear end.

“Quidditch has been good to you.” He murmured.

She giggled and slipped her hands under his waistband and onto his cheeks.

“It would appear Auror training is good for something more than just learning spells and potions.”

They kissed some more, then looked in each other’s eyes.

“Ginny...” Harry couldn’t form the words.

She took a deep breath and nodded. “My room. Now.”

They avoided the squeaky step and entered her bedroom. Harry quickly cast the Silencing Charm as Ginny cast the Imperturbable. They looked at each other and laid down on her bed, wrapping their arms around each other.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Harry,” Ginny sighed, kissing him softly. “Make love to me. Please!”

“You’re sure?” Harry just couldn’t believe that his most fervent and erotic wish was so close to coming true.

She placed his hand on her left breast. He could feel the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat.

“It’s beating for you, Harry. Only you. Please! Make love to me!”

A saint couldn’t have resisted and Harry never claimed to be one. His lips crashed onto hers as his right hand slid between her thighs and encountered the soft and now very wet fabric of her knickers.

“It feels so good,” she murmured into his mouth, wrapping one arm around his neck as her other hand slid down his side and into his briefs. Harry groaned as her warm, small hand wrapped around him.

Harry was desperate to please her and wracked his brains for any and all advice about making love to a witch for the first time that he had heard over the years. Most of it was dorm room braggadocio, but a couple of tidbits stood out.

“Take your time,” he cautioned himself. “Prepare her well. Shite, just what does that mean?”

He stroked between her legs a little more firmly and felt Ginny react by pushing herself even more tightly into his hand while making the most amazing little whimpers and groans into his mouth. Inexperienced though he was, he realized he must be doing something right.

He left her mouth and kissed down her throat and across her chest, then seized one of her hard nipples between his lips, flicking it lightly with his tongue. Ginny groaned loudly and pulled his head more firmly to her breasts while speeding up her thrusts against his hand between her legs.

“It’s so good, Harry,” she breathed, her body trembling with what she realized were the early stages of orgasm. Not she’d ever experienced one from anything other than her own fingers and wand.

“Please! Your mouth! I...I want your mouth on me!”

Harry gulped, then pulled his lips from her breasts and kissed across her pale, smooth stomach while wiggling himself lower between her legs. He kissed across the waistband of the knickers, noticing that her coppery curls were poking out of it. He continued down across the wet, smooth fabric, whimpering a little to himself as he saw the cleft of her sex clearly, then settled his mouth onto her silk-covered labia.

Ginny had meant for him to pull her knickers off and put his mouth directly onto her sex, but the feel of his lips and tongue through the soaking silk gave her such erotic sensations that she started bouncing her hips harder and faster to match the rhythm of his tongue.

“Oh, Harry!”

He figured he must be doing it right, so he increased the pressure with his tongue, reveling in the tangy taste of her. He detected the small, hard bump above her opening and remembered that it was her clitoris. Everyone (well, all the guys, anyway) had always told him that girls loved having this particular part of their anatomy squeezed and licked and kissed and otherwise stimulated, so Harry licked it as hard as he could, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it.

“Harreeee!”

Ginny never realized how erotic wet silk could feel on a woman’s sex, having never owned any silk lingerie. As her orgasm began to crest, she swore she’d take every penny of hers out of Gingotts and buy as many pairs of silk knickers as she could with it.

She keened softly, then louder and louder as Harry’s lips and tongue drove her over, her body quivering as she came.

“Oh, yes! Oh, gods, yes! Harry! Harry!”

She tangled her fingers in his dark hair as she listened to him lap at her release as it soaked through her knickers. Harry hadn’t been sure he could do that, despite other wizards telling him how wonderful a witch’s release could taste. He discovered that they’d been telling the truth; she tasted amazing. Her pungent scent of arousal and completion filled his nostrils as he continued his assault on her.

She pulled his hair and he raised his head, gasping just a little at the pure lust and desire blazing in her eyes.

“Now, Harry! Inside me! Now!”

She pulled his briefs off his hips, his erection popping free and smacking onto his stomach with a rather loud slap. She gulped a little at its length and girth, then leaned forward and ran her tongue around the head.

Harry groaned and almost lost it then and there. It was the most amazing sensation he’d ever experienced.

Ginny managed to slip her knickers down off her hips and her fingers on one hand began to tease the pulsing bud of her clit as the other hand wrapped around Harry’s length and she took his head completely inside her mouth.

Harry moaned with pleasure, wondering if this meant she wanted him to come in her mouth, that she wasn’t quite ready yet to yield herself completely to him. However, after a minute or so of reveling to the attentions of her warm, wet tongue and soft, supple lips, Ginny withdrew her mouth and laid back down.

“Now, Harry! For the love of all the gods! NOW!”

He removed his briefs and slipped her knickers down and off her legs. He knelt between her legs and stared for a few moments at the incredible sight before him. Her fiery red curls were soaked and sticking to the skin of her slit. Her lips were swollen and coated with her juices, her thighs were streaked with them.

“Please!” She begged urgently, pulling on his cock and guiding it towards her opening. “Harry! Please! I love you!”

He got on his knees and elbows and pushed himself towards the apex of her legs, growling as he slipped up and over her mound. She couldn’t help letting a little giggle escape her lips, then softly pulled on him to get him to lie more tightly on top of her and guided the head to her opening, settling it an inch or so inside her.

Harry had thought nothing could be better than her mouth around him, but as the tight, slick warmth of her virginity surrounded him, he realized that this had to be the ultimate in erotic sensations.

He looked into her eyes, saw them filled with love and pushed forward slowly, sinking into her another inch or so.

Harry had listened to all sorts of descriptions from other men as to what it felt like to be inside a woman. None of them came anywhere near matching the reality as he continued to push into his lover.

“Yes, we’re lovers now!” His heart rejoiced and mind spun at the thought.

Harry continued to press himself into her, gasping with total delight when his hips fell onto hers as he buried himself completely inside her.

Ginny yelped softly, then slowly hissed out a breath between her teeth.

“I’m hurting you!” Harry saw the pained look on her face and began to back out, but her one hand left his shoulders and rested on his buttocks, holding him to her.

“It’s not...not that bad,” she muttered, wiggling a bit to try and get more comfortable. It had hurt, everyone told that it would, but the feelings of being so wonderfully filled and stretched, of completeness, of finally having the man she loved inside her were making the lingering pain of being penetrated for the first time dissipate quickly.

“Slowly,” she murmured, kissing him sweetly. “It...it feels wonderful, Harry! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Just like that!”

Harry had pulled back, then plunged back inside, the delicious friction of the motion making the walls of Ginny’s sex ripple with pleasure.

“Faster! Please!” She urged him after a few slow strokes on his part. Her hips started to respond, pushing her up along his length to meet his thrusts. The pressure between her legs and on her clit was building rapidly and she again felt the tension beginning to coil in her stomach and loins.

Harry complied, his eyes closed as he reveled to the incredible sensations he felt as he slid in and out of Ginny’s body, his own body starting to tremble as he felt a tightening sensation in his groin and bollocks. He recognized it as the signs of his rapidly approaching ejaculation, but he wanted Ginny to reach completion as well.

“Ginny,” he gasped, the first words he’d uttered since they’d started. He had simply been overwhelmed by the sensations of lovemaking and hadn’t been able to think of anything other than how amazing it was to finally be inside of his lover.

“It...I’m...I don’t know...”

“Just a little longer,” she gasped, tightening her arms around him and sliding her feet up the back of his legs and squeezing his hips between her thighs. “Just a little.”

Harry tried to think of anything else, but it was useless. His movements became jerky as his orgasm began to crest.

“Ginny!”

He spilled into her, gasping and crying and moaning as he felt her clench him tightly within her, her muscles squeezing him and a burst of gloriously hot wetness surrounding him as she reached completion as well.

“Harry! Oh, my sweet Harry! I love you!”

“I love you,” he murmured, kissing her hard as their bodies continued to push and thrust at each other, not wanting the incredible sensations of their coupling to end.

Harry eventually collapsed onto her. Hearing her grunt, he managed to lift himself off her just a little with his elbows. He continued to groan softly as Ginny’s body continued to pulse around him, still holding him tightly within her.

“It was...it was...” He fumbled for the right thing to say.

She smiled the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen on anyone’s face and kissed him softly and tenderly. A kiss so full of love that he nearly passed out from sheer pleasure.

“It was.” She smiled contentedly. “Harry, you don’t have say anything. Just...just stay here, with me, on me, in me. I love you. Great goddess, I love you.”

Harry couldn’t conceive of any time in the future when he’d be happier than he was at this moment.

They kissed and murmured lovingly for several more minutes before Harry finally slipped from her sweet embrace. They cuddled together and with a final kiss fell into a blissful, fulfilled slumber.

Ginny awoke a few hours later and reached down to touch her newly opened womanhood. She stroked her lips and brought some of the sticky residue of sex to her nose, sniffing the tangy aroma, then licking it off.

She looked over at Harry, lying on his back and snoring softly, his black hair frizzier and messier than she’d ever seen it before. She kissed him lightly, then sat up, then stood, hissing softly at the lingering sting and dull ache between her legs.

She donned her robe and made her way to the loo. She didn’t want to risk waking her parents by turning on the water, so she filled the tub with a series of Aguamenti Charms, then heated the water with a warming charm. She slipped off her robe, looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She blushed a little as she noticed a few speckles of blood on her thighs.

She lowered herself into the tub, wincing slightly as the warm water touched her sensitive labia and still tender vagina, then settled back and let the heat soothe her soreness and relax the tension in her neck, back and pelvis.

“Geenee?” Ginny gasped as the door started to open.

“Fleur? Please! Wait! I...I’m...”

Fleur entered, her lovely face glowing with a huge smile. Ginny gasped again as Fleur knelt by the tub and kissed her softly.

“Fleur!” Ginny was embarrassed at how wonderful her sister-in-law’s lips felt on hers.

“Forgive, me.” She grinned. “Veela ‘ave no problems with kissing another woman. So. You look very ‘appy and pleased with yourself.”

“I...I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Fleur kept smiling and let her eyes fall to the water in the tub. Ginny’s mouth dropped open as she saw the pinkish tinge.

“Oh! It...it’s not what you think.” Her denial sounded feeble even to her.

“I am ‘appy for you, Geenee,” Fleur said with sincerity. “I truly am. You two ‘ad waited long enough.”

Fleur grinned cattily.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Ginny sputtered a bit, then relaxed as she saw the loving smile on Fleur’s lips.

“I never dreamed my first time would be so totally wonderful, so absolutely, utterly fulfilling. I...I came, I had an orgasm. So many girls told me they didn’t their first time.”

“I truly am not surprised,” Fleur said, softly massaging Ginny’s shoulders. “You ‘ave always struck me as a most passionate woman. I am sure ‘Arry wanted you to be fulfilled and did everyzing ‘e could to make sure you were.”

“Oh, he did. Merlin’s balls, he did!” Ginny blushed as Fleur tittered.

“I’m surprised a bit by the blood,” Ginny said, touching herself and finding the sting has gone away. “I tore my hymen years ago and there really wasn’t much of it left.”

“You are slender and athletic,” Fleur said, casting a warming charm on a towel and indicating that Ginny should stand up. Ginny did so and Fleur enveloped her in the towel and her arms.

“Even without a ‘ymen, I’m sure you felt, ahh, quite stretched. A leetle tearing, a leetle blood is to be expected. It ‘appened to me my first time, although I was younger zan you.”

Ginny looked slightly shocked at Fleur’s admission.

“No, I was not a virgin when I first slept with your brother, Geenee,” she said without hesitation. “Of course, ‘e was ‘ardly a virgin, either. ‘E said it did not matter to ‘im.”

“I guess he was telling the truth, since he married you.” Ginny felt oddly pleased that Fleur was so comfortable talking to her about herself. “I’m sorry I thought so little of you, made fun of you when you first took up with my brother.”

“Zat is all in ze past,” Fleur said easily. “Now, go make love to ‘Arry again.”

“Really? Should I? It won’t be too sore?”

“You should be fine,” Fleur assured her. “You take charge, be on top. Zat way you can control, ahh, ‘ow deeply you let ‘im go in you. If eet starts to ‘urt, just don’t take ‘im any further inside.”

Ginny donned her robe and opened the door. Fleur handed her the wet towel.

“To, ahh, clean ‘Arry off. It weell make ze next time much more pleasant. Besides, you may need to to, ahh, stimulate ‘im just a little. Well, per’aps not. ‘E is only eighteen, yes?”

Ginny blushed and nodded and carefully returned to her room, recasting the Silencing and Imperturbable Charms, then dropping her robe and climbing into bed next to Harry. Her lover.

She sighed as she kissed him softly, rejoicing that she could call him her lover now.

Harry’s eyes opened and he looked shocked, then very pleased.

“Er, good morning, Ginny,” he said rather lamely, his eyes drinking in the lush beauty of her naked figure.

“Good morning yourself.” She smiled. “If you’re ready, I’d like to do it again.” She pulled the blanket off him and smiled.

Harry looked down at himself and gasped a little.

“There’s blood! Ginny! I’m so sorry! I...I didn’t know, I didn’t mean, that is, I didn’t...”

“I’m alright, Harry. Really. Let me wipe that off.”

“Er, I need to, umm, you know...”

If she let him go to the loo, he might get all nervous and noble on her and not come back.

“Use the chamber pot, Harry.” She pointed to a bowl in a corner.

“Really?” Harry couldn’t help snickering. “A chamber pot? How very medieval.”

“One girl, six guys, one bathroom, Harry.” She snickered too. “Figure it out. It’s a magical chamber pot. Once you’re finished, it vanishes.”

“Where?”

“How the bloody hell would I know! Just piss, then get back in bed and fuck me, Potter!”

“I’ll never, never fuck you, Ginny,” Harry said seriously, kissing her sweetly.

“Oh, damn you, you noble ass,” she muttered, unable to keep the smile off her lips. “You know what I mean. Please. I want to make love to you again, Harry.”

He got up and walked over to the pot. “Umm, don’t watch, alright?”

“Bollocks, Harry! I’ve seen it before. Hell, I had in my mouth! In my...my pussy!”

“This is different. Please!”

Ginny snorted and closed her eyes. Harry finished and just as Ginny said, the contents vanished.
He laid down and Ginny cleaned him with the soft, warm towel. Tossing it aside when she finished, she leaned over and took him in her mouth, her tongue and lips again working their erotic magic.

Harry pulled her hips around until they hovered over his face. He pulled her hips down and ran his tongue up her slit, circling her clit, then sweeping down and up into her vagina. Ginny whined with pleasure and sped up her bobbing motions, sucking him harder.

They continued to use their mouths for another minute or two, then Ginny removed her lips from Harry’s cock, spun around and hovered above him. Harry watched nearly mesmerized, as she worked the head inside her lips, then sighed softly as she slid down until she had engulfed him completely within her.

“Ahhh!” Ginny winced a little.

“Ginny? Are you alright?” Harry started to lift her hips.

“It’s okay, Harry, honest,” she said, raising herself up and keeping him just inside her, then sliding down again.

Harry felt his eyes roll back in their sockets at the sensation. He never imagined anything would feel better than their lovemaking last night, but she was proving him wrong. He fervently hoped that she would prove him wrong every time they did it from now on.

He opened his eyes and watched as his cock would appear, then disappear inside her fiery curls as she rode him faster and faster. He groaned aloud as he saw her body shiver with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her and she squeezed him hard within her, her muscles literally dancing along his length.

“More, Harry! Oh, more! Please!”

“I...I’ll try,” he gasped, his hands on her hips helping to rise and fall on him.

Harry felt his balls tighten and knew he was close. He looked at her face and saw her worry her lower lip with her upper teeth and recognized it as her signal that she, too, was close to orgasm.

“Nearly there,” she panted. “Almost! Oh, yes. Yes! Now! Oh, fuck! Harry! HARRY!!”

Harry slammed her hips up and down along his cock a couple more times, then spurted up into her, while her warm juices flowed down her sheath, coating his cock and leaking out onto his balls. She cried with pleasure and ground herself onto him, extending her orgasm for as long as she could, whimpering each time he would throb and twitch inside her and fill her fuller with his wonderful warmth.

She finally collapsed on his chest, her hips still gently rocking on his to keep the delicious pressure on her clit.

“I love you, Harry. I love you so very, very much!” Her kiss almost took his breath away.

“Forever, Ginny,” he swore. “You and me. Forever. I’ll never leave you again.”

They fell asleep like that, Ginny still clasping Harry inside her. He was still there when they woke up a couple of hours later.

“Well,” he said as she sat up on him. “I guess I’d better sneak back up to George’s room. Can you get over to Grimmauld Place tonight?”

“You’re not going anywhere, Harry Potter.” She smiled and naughtily flexed herself. Harry groaned as he felt his cock stir inside her and start to harden.

“Ginny! I mean, come on. It was wonderful, but, well, your folks will be upset if they find out. Especially since we did it in your room.”

“That’s too bad,” she said, her eyes bright and her expression fierce. “Are you saying you don’t love me? Love me enough to tell my parents what we’ve done?”

He looked at her and sighed, then smiled and pulled her down for a kiss.

“Well, I’ve survived two killing curses. I guess I’m ready to risk a third. For you, Ginny. For you I’ll risk anything.”

“It won’t be that bad, Harry. Really.” She took a breath and sadly rolled off him, wrinkling her nose as she felt the sticky wetness inside her slide down and out onto her thighs.

“Men are so messy.”

Harry smirked and pointed to his cock which was still glistening with her release.

“I do believe that you’re responsible for this, Miss Weasley.”

She smirked back. “I know I am. Are you complaining?”

“Not a bit. Ahh. Ohh.”

“What Harry?”

She grabbed the towel, wetted it with an Aguamenti, warmed it and cleaned her thighs, then leaned over to clean Harry.

“Umm. About last night. You know, ahh, did you remember?”

“Of course I remember it,” she said. “If you’ve forgotten already, I’ll find a lover with a better memory, Harry Potter.”

“No, not that. Ahh, you know. Umm. Protection.”

She grinned. “Oh, I see. Contraception. Always the witch’s worry, never the wizard’s. You didn’t say the charm, Harry?”

“Me? I...I don’t know it! No one ever taught it to me! Ginny! Are you saying that you might be...”

He frowned as she started giggling.

“This isn’t funny, you know. You probably won’t be able to finish school.”

“Oh, Harry,” she sighed, kissing him. “If you could have seen your face. I’m on a potion, Harry. I have been since last year. I started it just in case, you know, just in case. I don’t think anyone was raped at Hogwarts, but we read about many that happened elsewhere. I’ve simply kept using it. So, no little Potters. Well, not yet, that is.”

“I want some little Potters,” Harry said softly. “When you’re ready. I love you, Ginny. Are you sure this is a good idea? You know, walking down together.”

“Trust me,” she said, putting on the sexy red lingerie. “Are going to wear my present?”

Harry pulled the briefs up and settled them on his hips.

“Is this all we’re going to wear?”

She blushed, then smirked.

“I’m willing if you’re willing.”

“No, let’s not compound the problem,” he suggested, then suddenly realizing that all the rest of his clothes were up in George’s room.

“Well, I may not have much choice.”

She laughed when she realized what he meant.

“Well, it still would be better to be properly dressed. Go to George’s room, Harry, then meet me at the bottom of the steps in five minutes.”

He heaved a sigh. “You’re absolutely sure you want to do this. Now, I mean.”

“Waiting won’t make it any easier, or change anyone’s reactions,” she said firmly, kissing him sweetly. “Everyone is just going to have to get used to the idea of us being a couple. In every sense of the word.”

He looked into her eyes and kissed her hard.

“Five minutes. I love you.”

As he headed to the door, Ginny said sexily, “Oh, by the way, Harry. I think your present was most appropriate.”