Fic - Good Vibrations (NC-17)
Title: Good Vibrations
Author: lunalovepotter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,923
Summary: The lake at Hogwarts held a very special place in their hearts.
Author's Notes: This was written for the HP Wankfest on Insane Journal. Thank you to luvscharlie for making this presentable. You are awesome.
It had rained for nearly three straight days, but on the morning of the rededication of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry the clouds parted to reveal a canvas of stunning cerulean blue, and the sun shone over the castle that had taken two years to fully restore to its former glory, and its completely refurbished grounds with the memorial stone engraved with the names of those who had sacrificed their lives in the war to protect the school. The Quidditch pitch had been renamed in Harry's honour, which was why he and Ginny were there, along with all of the Weasleys and Hermione.
* * *
Two weeks earlier Headmistress McGonagall came to visit Harry in person at Grimmauld Place, which he now shared with Ron, and where Ginny was a frequent visitor even though she still "officially" lived at the Burrow. The four of them sat around the kitchen table with bottles of Butterbeer (and a cup of tea for the Headmistress) as she outlined the festivities for that last weekend in August before the start of the new term. Out of respect for his former professor, Harry had of course accepted the invitation, despite his aversion to being the centre of attention.
"I think it's wonderful," Ginny said, after McGonagall took her leave.
"It's not necessary," Harry replied, his cheeks flushed. He still couldn't accept the credit for what he'd done.
She stood on the balls of her feet to kiss him, tasting the lingering sweetness on his tongue. She rifled her fingers through his hair. "It absolutely is necessary," she said, a remark that drew a slight twitch from the corner of Harry's mouth.
"What if they want me to make a speech?" He sounded genuinely perturbed. His brow furrowed as he took her hands and drew her close to him. He swept his thumbs across her fingers, seeming to be lost in thought for a few seconds as he gazed at their clasped hands.
"Then I'm sure you'll be brilliant." Her eyes drifted to the clock over the mantle, which drew perilously close to nine-thirty. Mum would send out a search party if she wasn't home by half past nine. She was now nineteen years old, and well capable of taking care of herself, and yet the thought of displeasing her mother made Ginny quake in her boots. She couldn't bring herself to leave home yet. Mum had never quite recovered from losing Fred, and having her last child leave home would no doubt break her spirit completely. Ginny had even put off joining the Harpies for that first year in order to spend more time with her.
His arms tightened around her, sensing the time by the stiffness in her body. "Stay with me." He said this every night before she left, and it always made her heart ache. "I don't want to be alone."
She put on an encouraging smile. "You're not alone; Ron's here and I'm sure Hermione will be along soon once she wraps things up at the office." Hermione had been working late hours since starting as a clerk at the Office of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Sure, and then they'll go off together to Ron's room, and it'll be just me and my Quidditch magazines." Harry sighed.
"I wish I could stay, but it's almost nine-thirty and Mum is expecting me." She started to disentangle herself from his arms, but he reined her back in a little more forcefully than usual to capture her mouth in a long, deep kiss that sent tingling heat through her extremities. She felt a pulsing need between her legs, and Harry's erection poking her thigh. He fisted one hand in her hair, holding her head close while his other hand cupped her bottom. She clung to his shirt for dear life. This sort of behaviour was unlike him; the meeting with McGonagall had shaken something loose.
He didn't like being reminded about the war, and about all that had been lost. Ginny understood this all too well; there were still nights she woke up in a cold sweat after seeing his limp, apparently lifeless body dangling from Hagrid's arms, and with tears in her eyes as she remembered her lost brother. Even in sleep she could hear Mum's anguished cry of grief as she hovered over the body of her son, and her dad's quiet heaving sobs. Her parents rarely spoke of it now, but Ginny saw the pain behind their eyes every single day.
For a long time, they kissed; Harry's urgency increased with every second, as did the burning in her crotch. She wanted him desperately, but they had agreed that they would wait, at least for now, until she was out of her mother's house. "Oh Merlin, Harry," she moaned into his mouth before she finally had to pull away to catch her breath. Her skin was hot, and her heart was racing. Harry looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, his intentions clear on his face.
"Stay," he said again, and she almost did. But finally she left him standing forlornly by the fireplace with his eyes boring into her back, and went home to take a long hot shower during which she brought herself to orgasm twice. Then she fell into a fitful sleep wearing nothing but one of Harry's old t-shirts that she'd taken from his dresser.
* * *
Harry held her hand tightly as they toured the Hogwarts grounds. He smiled and nodded in polite acknowledgment as people approached him to offer their congratulations and thanks. Pictures were taken, during which he put his arm protectively around her waist and she playfully pinched his bottom to make him smile - it also made him blush, which was an added bonus. When the time came, Harry made an awkward, halting speech with his eyes trained directly on her for the entire two minutes he was at the podium. Standing between Ron and her mother, Ginny poked two fingers through the small hole in the right pocket of her dress robes and applied gentle pressure to her clit with her fingertips through her skirt. She felt a quiver of longing roll through her lower body. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to wait.
When the speech ended she started to make her way through the crowd to rejoin him, anxious to pull him away for the private time she knew he craved. But there were other forces at work, and he was steered away by McGonagall and the other dignitaries for some kind of meeting to which she obviously was not invited. Harry threw her a pleading look, and she mouthed the words "tree" and "lake", hoping he understood.
"Want to get something to drink?" Hermione asked, as Ron started to pull her away toward the refreshments.
"No thanks, I -- I need to do something first. I'll catch up." Then she slipped away from everyone, darting quickly across the grounds toward their special place.
During the blissful few weeks that they had dated during her fifth year, she and Harry had come to this spot every chance they could, near the curve of the lake farthest from the castle, partially camouflaged by a grove of trees. On one particularly memorable afternoon, he had carved their initials in one of the trees. That was the day she'd first let him touch her under her jumper. She could still feel the gentle pressure of his palm cupping her breast through her bra, with a look of quiet wonderment on his face. It had been one of the best days of her life.
She unfastened her robe and draped it over the ground to use as a blanket. Sitting down, she rested her back fully against the trunk of the tree and spread her legs with her knees bent. She pushed her skirt up to her waist and shimmied out of her knickers. The fresh air on her wet pussy startled her for a moment, and she shivered. She closed her eyes and imagined Harry at the podium, concealing a massive erection beneath his robes. She thought of that massive erection pushing between her legs and joining their bodies once and for all. A low, gutteral moan escaped her throat. Cupping her right hand, she lightly touched the wiry red hair and then applied gentle pressure to her clit with the first two fingers. She was rewarded with a ripple of heat pooling in her belly. She pushed harder, sliding another finger between her lips and stroking the flesh beneath. Arching her hips off the ground, she swirled her fingers in small, tight circles around her clit, sucking in her breath in frustration at the hints of orgasm that didn't quite get there.
"Bollocks," she grunted, her thighs twitching. Her hand wasn't going to be enough, and she couldn't wait for Harry and his magic fingers. She glanced in the direction of the castle where she could barely make out the dots of people milling around. Colorful flags fluttered around the Quidditch pitch and on the castle towers. She was at a far enough distance not to worry about being discovered right away, but she also knew that eventually someone was bound to notice her absence and come looking for her. She hoped it would be Harry, but with the way McGonagall liked to talk, his meeting would probably last at least an hour, and with her luck it would be Mum that discovered her. For a second she allowed herself a flash of annoyance toward her professor.
Sweet Merlin, she wanted Harry, and not just for their usual frotting and feeling each other up; she wanted him for real.
Having an idea, she shifted away from the tree long enough to curl her right arm behind her back, under her blouse, to unfasten her bra. She exhaled as her breasts sprang forward, her nipples already hard with anticipation. She removed the bra and tossed it into the grass. Licking her lips and closing her eyes, she adjusted herself against the tree again. Then she retrieved her wand from the inner pocket of her robes and performed the Vibrating Charm that Hermione had taught her during their seventh year when the frustration of being away from their boys was just too much to take. With the vibrating wand in her right hand, she slipped her left hand under her blouse to fondle her breasts, aggressively pinching her nipples as she touched the quivering tip to her clit.
The result was instantaneous, like a jolt of electricity. It shot through her and she screamed, dropping the wand as her hips thrust off the ground. Her body shook, and she felt her back scraping down the trunk of the tree until she was prone on the ground with her hair splayed out around her. The orgasm was strong, but it was quick, and it left her trembling and cold for several seconds after it had stopped. Her heart was pounding so hard and fast she was actually worried for a moment that it might explode. But she felt brilliant. "Oh...bugger..." she panted, peeling a lock of hair out of her eyes. Then she felt hot, and reached up with unsteady fingers to unbutton her blouse.
She'd made it through the first two buttons when she heard the twig snap, and a low muttered curse word. Alarmed, she pulled down her skirt and got to her feet, thrusting her wand out in front of her to confront the uninvited guest. Her knees were unsteady, and she nearly stumbled forward as she fought to regain her balance. "Come out!" she demanded. For two seconds she heard nothing but the wind in the leaves and the distant sound of voices, but then there was movement and a familiar form emerged from the grove of trees. It was Harry; his robes were open, as was the top button on his trousers with the massive hard-on she'd been imagining pushing against the front. His shirt was untucked, and his tie hung loose around his neck. Her pussy throbbed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to --" Harry started, his cheeks flushed hot. His face was contorted from the pain in his groin. "Oh bollocks, Ginny, can you do that again? I need to...I need..."
"Come here," she said with a smile, and gestured for him to come closer. Stumbling forward on his uncooperative feet, Harry obeyed. When she knelt down again, he sprawled to the ground in front of her. She watched as he rose to his knees and quickly pulled down the zip on his trousers, shoving the waistband down below his waist. His erection sprang forth, a massive swollen appendage of hot, velvety skin and protruding veins. Her throat constricted, and for a moment she forgot where she was. Every time she saw it she wondered how in Merlin's name it would ever fit inside her when the time came. She imagined her body splitting open. She knew that it would hurt, probably worse than anything she'd ever felt before. But holy hell, she couldn't wait.
She picked up the wand, which was vibrating with a low hum in the grass nearby. She and Harry had seen each other in states of undress many times now, and had explored every inch of each other's bodies with both hands and lips. But up until now, Ginny had never masturbated in front of him. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. Her tongue was like a dry sponge in her mouth, and her hand trembled just a little as she curled her fingers around the wand and scooted back toward the tree. Meanwhile Harry supported his erection under his left hand while feverishly stroking the shaft with his right. She could see beads of sweat on his forehead as his green eyes trained directly on her, watching her every move.
Once her back was up against the tree she finished unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand, spreading it to expose her breasts, and then she hiked up her skirt again, bunching it around her waist. The air felt cool and pleasant now on her skin. Harry's breath hitched, and he bit his lower lip. Drops of come formed on the tip of his cock. "Oh Merlin...no, no, no, not yet..." he murmured, his neck straining. With the wand hovering just above her exposed pussy, Ginny waited until his eyes found hers again. Then quite suddenly she relaxed, and all the anxiety evaporated as though it had never existed. She felt safer in that moment than she ever had before in her life. She was ready.
"I love you, Harry," she said. She peeled open the lips of her pussy, exposing her swollen angry clit. Harry grunted, choking out her name. Her nipples tightened, and she held her breath. Then she touched the vibrating wand tip to her clit. Her hips thrust up instantaneously at the stimulation, and she bit her lower lip so hard she tasted blood. Tremors of heat flooded her body, pooling in her belly. The orgasm was more measured this time, but each wave was stronger than the next. She let out whimpers of pleasure that crescendoed into a prolonged shriek of Harry's name as the last wave hit her and she was sent spinning through nothing with colors swirling around her eyes. Her spine tingled. Harry's voice joined hers, and even though she couldn't see him, she imagined him coming with her; and then she felt his weight on her as his mouth fastened to hers, and they came down from the climax together. He wrapped his arms around her and somehow pulled her robes over them both.
"Oh bollocks, that was brilliant," he panted, as she curled her body into his. She smelled sweat, sex and grass on his skin. "You are brilliant."
Blushing, she looked into his eyes, and smiled as she straightened his crooked glasses. "What did McGonagall want?"
"She asked me to head up the Defence Against the Dark Arts department." Harry touched her forehead, sweeping away a lock of her hair. "I thanked her, of course, and told her how honoured I was, but I'm happy being an Auror. She didn't seem surprised. But then she said the offer is always open, and I can come back to Hogwarts whenever I want."
"Do you think you'll want to come back, maybe?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. I can't think that far ahead."
"Can you think ahead to tonight?"
Harry's mouth twitched, along with his cock, which tickled the inside of her thigh. His eyes widened expectantly. "Maybe. What's on for tonight?"
"Us. I mean, I'm staying with you tonight, Harry. Tonight and every night after that. I know Mum will be a little upset," she added, anticipating the question on his lips, "but I've been thinking about this a lot, and after watching you up there at the podium today I realized I need to move forward and live my life for me. I love my family, and I will be there for them no matter what. But I love you, too, and I want us to be together. Always."
"Oh fuck, Ginny..." he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. "You have no idea how happy you've just made me."
"I think I do," she answered, as his erection poked her leg. She looked down at him through the curtain of her hair, and then he pulled her head down to his for a long kiss and she forgot everything.
Author: lunalovepotter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,923
Summary: The lake at Hogwarts held a very special place in their hearts.
Author's Notes: This was written for the HP Wankfest on Insane Journal. Thank you to luvscharlie for making this presentable. You are awesome.
It had rained for nearly three straight days, but on the morning of the rededication of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry the clouds parted to reveal a canvas of stunning cerulean blue, and the sun shone over the castle that had taken two years to fully restore to its former glory, and its completely refurbished grounds with the memorial stone engraved with the names of those who had sacrificed their lives in the war to protect the school. The Quidditch pitch had been renamed in Harry's honour, which was why he and Ginny were there, along with all of the Weasleys and Hermione.
* * *
Two weeks earlier Headmistress McGonagall came to visit Harry in person at Grimmauld Place, which he now shared with Ron, and where Ginny was a frequent visitor even though she still "officially" lived at the Burrow. The four of them sat around the kitchen table with bottles of Butterbeer (and a cup of tea for the Headmistress) as she outlined the festivities for that last weekend in August before the start of the new term. Out of respect for his former professor, Harry had of course accepted the invitation, despite his aversion to being the centre of attention.
"I think it's wonderful," Ginny said, after McGonagall took her leave.
"It's not necessary," Harry replied, his cheeks flushed. He still couldn't accept the credit for what he'd done.
She stood on the balls of her feet to kiss him, tasting the lingering sweetness on his tongue. She rifled her fingers through his hair. "It absolutely is necessary," she said, a remark that drew a slight twitch from the corner of Harry's mouth.
"What if they want me to make a speech?" He sounded genuinely perturbed. His brow furrowed as he took her hands and drew her close to him. He swept his thumbs across her fingers, seeming to be lost in thought for a few seconds as he gazed at their clasped hands.
"Then I'm sure you'll be brilliant." Her eyes drifted to the clock over the mantle, which drew perilously close to nine-thirty. Mum would send out a search party if she wasn't home by half past nine. She was now nineteen years old, and well capable of taking care of herself, and yet the thought of displeasing her mother made Ginny quake in her boots. She couldn't bring herself to leave home yet. Mum had never quite recovered from losing Fred, and having her last child leave home would no doubt break her spirit completely. Ginny had even put off joining the Harpies for that first year in order to spend more time with her.
His arms tightened around her, sensing the time by the stiffness in her body. "Stay with me." He said this every night before she left, and it always made her heart ache. "I don't want to be alone."
She put on an encouraging smile. "You're not alone; Ron's here and I'm sure Hermione will be along soon once she wraps things up at the office." Hermione had been working late hours since starting as a clerk at the Office of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Sure, and then they'll go off together to Ron's room, and it'll be just me and my Quidditch magazines." Harry sighed.
"I wish I could stay, but it's almost nine-thirty and Mum is expecting me." She started to disentangle herself from his arms, but he reined her back in a little more forcefully than usual to capture her mouth in a long, deep kiss that sent tingling heat through her extremities. She felt a pulsing need between her legs, and Harry's erection poking her thigh. He fisted one hand in her hair, holding her head close while his other hand cupped her bottom. She clung to his shirt for dear life. This sort of behaviour was unlike him; the meeting with McGonagall had shaken something loose.
He didn't like being reminded about the war, and about all that had been lost. Ginny understood this all too well; there were still nights she woke up in a cold sweat after seeing his limp, apparently lifeless body dangling from Hagrid's arms, and with tears in her eyes as she remembered her lost brother. Even in sleep she could hear Mum's anguished cry of grief as she hovered over the body of her son, and her dad's quiet heaving sobs. Her parents rarely spoke of it now, but Ginny saw the pain behind their eyes every single day.
For a long time, they kissed; Harry's urgency increased with every second, as did the burning in her crotch. She wanted him desperately, but they had agreed that they would wait, at least for now, until she was out of her mother's house. "Oh Merlin, Harry," she moaned into his mouth before she finally had to pull away to catch her breath. Her skin was hot, and her heart was racing. Harry looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, his intentions clear on his face.
"Stay," he said again, and she almost did. But finally she left him standing forlornly by the fireplace with his eyes boring into her back, and went home to take a long hot shower during which she brought herself to orgasm twice. Then she fell into a fitful sleep wearing nothing but one of Harry's old t-shirts that she'd taken from his dresser.
* * *
Harry held her hand tightly as they toured the Hogwarts grounds. He smiled and nodded in polite acknowledgment as people approached him to offer their congratulations and thanks. Pictures were taken, during which he put his arm protectively around her waist and she playfully pinched his bottom to make him smile - it also made him blush, which was an added bonus. When the time came, Harry made an awkward, halting speech with his eyes trained directly on her for the entire two minutes he was at the podium. Standing between Ron and her mother, Ginny poked two fingers through the small hole in the right pocket of her dress robes and applied gentle pressure to her clit with her fingertips through her skirt. She felt a quiver of longing roll through her lower body. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to wait.
When the speech ended she started to make her way through the crowd to rejoin him, anxious to pull him away for the private time she knew he craved. But there were other forces at work, and he was steered away by McGonagall and the other dignitaries for some kind of meeting to which she obviously was not invited. Harry threw her a pleading look, and she mouthed the words "tree" and "lake", hoping he understood.
"Want to get something to drink?" Hermione asked, as Ron started to pull her away toward the refreshments.
"No thanks, I -- I need to do something first. I'll catch up." Then she slipped away from everyone, darting quickly across the grounds toward their special place.
During the blissful few weeks that they had dated during her fifth year, she and Harry had come to this spot every chance they could, near the curve of the lake farthest from the castle, partially camouflaged by a grove of trees. On one particularly memorable afternoon, he had carved their initials in one of the trees. That was the day she'd first let him touch her under her jumper. She could still feel the gentle pressure of his palm cupping her breast through her bra, with a look of quiet wonderment on his face. It had been one of the best days of her life.
She unfastened her robe and draped it over the ground to use as a blanket. Sitting down, she rested her back fully against the trunk of the tree and spread her legs with her knees bent. She pushed her skirt up to her waist and shimmied out of her knickers. The fresh air on her wet pussy startled her for a moment, and she shivered. She closed her eyes and imagined Harry at the podium, concealing a massive erection beneath his robes. She thought of that massive erection pushing between her legs and joining their bodies once and for all. A low, gutteral moan escaped her throat. Cupping her right hand, she lightly touched the wiry red hair and then applied gentle pressure to her clit with the first two fingers. She was rewarded with a ripple of heat pooling in her belly. She pushed harder, sliding another finger between her lips and stroking the flesh beneath. Arching her hips off the ground, she swirled her fingers in small, tight circles around her clit, sucking in her breath in frustration at the hints of orgasm that didn't quite get there.
"Bollocks," she grunted, her thighs twitching. Her hand wasn't going to be enough, and she couldn't wait for Harry and his magic fingers. She glanced in the direction of the castle where she could barely make out the dots of people milling around. Colorful flags fluttered around the Quidditch pitch and on the castle towers. She was at a far enough distance not to worry about being discovered right away, but she also knew that eventually someone was bound to notice her absence and come looking for her. She hoped it would be Harry, but with the way McGonagall liked to talk, his meeting would probably last at least an hour, and with her luck it would be Mum that discovered her. For a second she allowed herself a flash of annoyance toward her professor.
Sweet Merlin, she wanted Harry, and not just for their usual frotting and feeling each other up; she wanted him for real.
Having an idea, she shifted away from the tree long enough to curl her right arm behind her back, under her blouse, to unfasten her bra. She exhaled as her breasts sprang forward, her nipples already hard with anticipation. She removed the bra and tossed it into the grass. Licking her lips and closing her eyes, she adjusted herself against the tree again. Then she retrieved her wand from the inner pocket of her robes and performed the Vibrating Charm that Hermione had taught her during their seventh year when the frustration of being away from their boys was just too much to take. With the vibrating wand in her right hand, she slipped her left hand under her blouse to fondle her breasts, aggressively pinching her nipples as she touched the quivering tip to her clit.
The result was instantaneous, like a jolt of electricity. It shot through her and she screamed, dropping the wand as her hips thrust off the ground. Her body shook, and she felt her back scraping down the trunk of the tree until she was prone on the ground with her hair splayed out around her. The orgasm was strong, but it was quick, and it left her trembling and cold for several seconds after it had stopped. Her heart was pounding so hard and fast she was actually worried for a moment that it might explode. But she felt brilliant. "Oh...bugger..." she panted, peeling a lock of hair out of her eyes. Then she felt hot, and reached up with unsteady fingers to unbutton her blouse.
She'd made it through the first two buttons when she heard the twig snap, and a low muttered curse word. Alarmed, she pulled down her skirt and got to her feet, thrusting her wand out in front of her to confront the uninvited guest. Her knees were unsteady, and she nearly stumbled forward as she fought to regain her balance. "Come out!" she demanded. For two seconds she heard nothing but the wind in the leaves and the distant sound of voices, but then there was movement and a familiar form emerged from the grove of trees. It was Harry; his robes were open, as was the top button on his trousers with the massive hard-on she'd been imagining pushing against the front. His shirt was untucked, and his tie hung loose around his neck. Her pussy throbbed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to --" Harry started, his cheeks flushed hot. His face was contorted from the pain in his groin. "Oh bollocks, Ginny, can you do that again? I need to...I need..."
"Come here," she said with a smile, and gestured for him to come closer. Stumbling forward on his uncooperative feet, Harry obeyed. When she knelt down again, he sprawled to the ground in front of her. She watched as he rose to his knees and quickly pulled down the zip on his trousers, shoving the waistband down below his waist. His erection sprang forth, a massive swollen appendage of hot, velvety skin and protruding veins. Her throat constricted, and for a moment she forgot where she was. Every time she saw it she wondered how in Merlin's name it would ever fit inside her when the time came. She imagined her body splitting open. She knew that it would hurt, probably worse than anything she'd ever felt before. But holy hell, she couldn't wait.
She picked up the wand, which was vibrating with a low hum in the grass nearby. She and Harry had seen each other in states of undress many times now, and had explored every inch of each other's bodies with both hands and lips. But up until now, Ginny had never masturbated in front of him. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. Her tongue was like a dry sponge in her mouth, and her hand trembled just a little as she curled her fingers around the wand and scooted back toward the tree. Meanwhile Harry supported his erection under his left hand while feverishly stroking the shaft with his right. She could see beads of sweat on his forehead as his green eyes trained directly on her, watching her every move.
Once her back was up against the tree she finished unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand, spreading it to expose her breasts, and then she hiked up her skirt again, bunching it around her waist. The air felt cool and pleasant now on her skin. Harry's breath hitched, and he bit his lower lip. Drops of come formed on the tip of his cock. "Oh Merlin...no, no, no, not yet..." he murmured, his neck straining. With the wand hovering just above her exposed pussy, Ginny waited until his eyes found hers again. Then quite suddenly she relaxed, and all the anxiety evaporated as though it had never existed. She felt safer in that moment than she ever had before in her life. She was ready.
"I love you, Harry," she said. She peeled open the lips of her pussy, exposing her swollen angry clit. Harry grunted, choking out her name. Her nipples tightened, and she held her breath. Then she touched the vibrating wand tip to her clit. Her hips thrust up instantaneously at the stimulation, and she bit her lower lip so hard she tasted blood. Tremors of heat flooded her body, pooling in her belly. The orgasm was more measured this time, but each wave was stronger than the next. She let out whimpers of pleasure that crescendoed into a prolonged shriek of Harry's name as the last wave hit her and she was sent spinning through nothing with colors swirling around her eyes. Her spine tingled. Harry's voice joined hers, and even though she couldn't see him, she imagined him coming with her; and then she felt his weight on her as his mouth fastened to hers, and they came down from the climax together. He wrapped his arms around her and somehow pulled her robes over them both.
"Oh bollocks, that was brilliant," he panted, as she curled her body into his. She smelled sweat, sex and grass on his skin. "You are brilliant."
Blushing, she looked into his eyes, and smiled as she straightened his crooked glasses. "What did McGonagall want?"
"She asked me to head up the Defence Against the Dark Arts department." Harry touched her forehead, sweeping away a lock of her hair. "I thanked her, of course, and told her how honoured I was, but I'm happy being an Auror. She didn't seem surprised. But then she said the offer is always open, and I can come back to Hogwarts whenever I want."
"Do you think you'll want to come back, maybe?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. I can't think that far ahead."
"Can you think ahead to tonight?"
Harry's mouth twitched, along with his cock, which tickled the inside of her thigh. His eyes widened expectantly. "Maybe. What's on for tonight?"
"Us. I mean, I'm staying with you tonight, Harry. Tonight and every night after that. I know Mum will be a little upset," she added, anticipating the question on his lips, "but I've been thinking about this a lot, and after watching you up there at the podium today I realized I need to move forward and live my life for me. I love my family, and I will be there for them no matter what. But I love you, too, and I want us to be together. Always."
"Oh fuck, Ginny..." he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. "You have no idea how happy you've just made me."
"I think I do," she answered, as his erection poked her leg. She looked down at him through the curtain of her hair, and then he pulled her head down to his for a long kiss and she forgot everything.