Fic: Harry's Distraction, NC-17
Author: Tari (tari3)
Title: Harry's Distraction
Challenge: Post-Hogwarts #55. Ginny has had a terrible day, she just wants to soak in the bath and relax. Harry has the same idea and suggests they share the bath.
Summary: Harry and Ginny take a break from the world with a bath.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3045
Warnings: This is an NC-17 rated fic, so DO NOT click the lj cut if you are under seventeen years of age.
Notes: Many, many thanks to julia_weasley and lissa_maylee for the betas! There are a couple lines (two, I think) in here that have been very much influenced by a certain scene in the fabulous HBO series, Sex and the City. I don't believe they are word for word, but they're close enough. I just couldn't help myself; I had to put them in. Anyway, enjoy!
Harry's Distraction
* * *
Ginny wanted to stay like this for a bit longer--with Harry’s head resting on her breast, his breath warm against her chest. She wanted to stay with his warm body pressed against her as he slept. He looked peaceful. She knew that sometimes sleeping was better than waking, and she also knew that being awake was sometimes better than sleeping. At that moment, it seemed to be the former.
Ginny shifted, trying to disentangle herself from Harry’s grasp. She gently pushed at his shoulder, being careful not to wake him up, but Harry protested in his slumber, pulling her closer with his hand planted on her waist. She took a deep breath. Harry’s hand was warm as it tightened, grasping her skin and pulling her body to his. His arm pushed into her stomach, making Ginny wince and squirm again from the pressure against her bladder.
It was either get up now or relieve herself right there in the bed. Next to Harry.
Taking a firm grip on his devious hand, Ginny pried it from her waist and made a quick escape. Her skin made a violent protest as the cold air rushed against her, and she shivered. Grabbing her dressing gown, Ginny made a mad dash toward the loo.
* * *
Closing the toilet lid, Ginny stepped up, using the toilet as a stepping-stool in order to reach the highest shelf of the cabinet, and therefore reach the bath oil. Her arms felt heavy as she reached up and her feet were cold against the ceramic of the toilet’s lid. The bottle was still out of reach, and Ginny had to stand on her tiptoes. Her fingers just grazed the bottle, only succeeding in pushing it farther away. She felt a knot of frustration form in her chest.
Jumping up, she knocked the bottle over on its side. It rolled and fell over the edge of the shelf, hitting the floor with a clunk.
Ginny jumped off the toilet and turned the bath tap on. She tested the water--she wanted it to be hot and soothing--and added the bath oil to the mix.
Satisfied, she dried her hands on her dressing gown and sat down; the sound of rushing water filled the room. It was a good idea, taking a bath. Baths were soothing; it would relax her. And she certainly did need to relax this week, of all weeks.
Every week of this war seemed like hell, but this week even more so, for some inexplicable reason. Nothing of significance happened this week. No advances. No defeats.
Nothing.
Maybe that’s why it felt so frustrating. They seemed to be at a standstill.
Ginny reached out to the shaggy bathmat and pulled it toward her with her toes. The tiles were too cold for her bare feet to bear.
She and Harry had been living together in number twelve, Grimmauld Place for three weeks. No one knew about this arrangement--that they shared a room and a bed.
Ginny knew that if her mother found out, she’d explode about her baby girl living as a scarlet woman before dragging her youngest child back home to the Burrow.
Nobody knew because it was easier that way. It was easier to find what they both needed. A distraction. She had no illusions that she was anything more than a distraction. That’s what Harry needed right now.
Although presently, that distraction didn’t seem to be working. Ginny reached around and grasped her shoulder, trying to work out a knot of tension.
It felt as though her body was one giant ball of knots. Hard knots filled with needles that twisted and writhed and scraped against her insides.
Maybe telling someone about Harry would help.
Ginny bit her lip. Two people did know, Ron and Hermione. She couldn’t very well confide in her brother. Maybe she could talk to Hermione, if the other girl was willing. When Ron had found out about them, he’d gone ballistic, and she wasn‘t really sure what Hermione‘s feelings on them were.
She and Harry had been somewhat careless when their arrangement first began. One day, they had gone to their room in the early evening. Ginny had completely bypassed her decoy room, the one she put her things in to fool people into thinking she was living in it.
Several minutes later, Ron had walked in on them while they had been half-dressed, Harry being quite occupied with Ginny’s breasts at the time. It had taken Ginny, Hermione and a couple of clever spells to keep Ron from pummelling Harry right then and there.
Ron had stopped talking to Harry at that point. That had lasted about a week. Ginny had sat him down and had a good long talk, explaining that she and Harry felt very strongly about each other (leaving out the distraction part) and that her honour wasn’t being compromised (a half-truth, really, but Ron didn’t have to know that). It had helped, but what had really done the job, and unknowingly so, was Harry.
During one evening’s supper, Harry had done something quite simple. He’d let Ginny eat off his plate. That small gesture had seemed to be enough for Ron, and the two boys had had a small talk after the meal.
From that point on, Ron had been… not accepting of the situation, but he’d been much more tolerant of it. If by tolerant you meant that he ignored it, of course. Hermione, strangely enough, seemed to follow Ron’s lead; she hadn’t mentioned anything to Ginny.
Since that incident with Ron, they’d made sure that their door was firmly locked before engaging in any bedroom activities.
Ginny stood and turned off the tap, the bathtub now full of steaming water. The oils in the water were giving off a hint of lavender fragrance; it was not Ginny’s favourite scent, but it did seem to have relaxing qualities.
She slid the dressing gown off her shoulders, her skin cooling slightly. She pulled her hair up in a bun and took a step to the bathtub. Her fingers grazed along the surface of the water. The water was warm as it flowed through her fingertips and Ginny soon found herself lowering into the tub.
Leaning back against the cushioned edge, Ginny let herself soak. She could feel the tension lifting off her already. She closed her eyes and breathed the heavy air in, her breasts just peeking out of the water as her lungs expanded. Ginny laughed and did it again, enjoying the cooling sensation as her breasts met the air.
This was going to be a good bath.
Ginny yawned and let the smell of lavender fill her. Within a few minutes, she was sleeping.
* * *
“Ginny!”
Ginny opened her eyes and mumbled incoherently. Her head felt heavy, but her body felt as though it was floating.
“Ginny!”
“Harry?” Ginny groaned out. His voice was coming from a different room. She sat up, and found herself still immersed in the bathtub. The lavender aroma had faded around her, but the water was still warm, mostly thanks to a clever little warming spell. Ginny rested her arms on the bathtub’s ledge, and looked at the door.
She was just about to call out his name again when the door banged open and a dishevelled looking Harry barged, looking rather alarmed.
“Harry?” Ginny immediately straightened. “What’s going on?“
Harry met her eyes and she saw his face visibly relaxed as he dropped his head and paced across the small bathroom floor once or twice before sitting on the toilet, his hand pushed through his hair. He was staring at the floor.
“Harry,” she said again, sternly this time.
He looked up at her and met her eyes, his green ones bright. It was then he seemed to notice that she was in the bath. He sat up straighter, his hands falling to the side and he stared at her, his mouth gaping slightly.
“I,” he began, his voice slightly dazed. “I didn’t know where you were. And you’re here… in the bath.”
Ginny smiled slightly. “Here I am. My hands are a little pruney, though.”
“Yeah,” he said, almost as though he wasn’t even paying attention, although he was staring rather intently in her direction.
Ginny stared back at him, trying to figure out if he was looking at her; it was hard to tell with his hand pushed in his hair. “What are you looking at?”
As Harry looked up, Ginny’s face flushed almost immediately, not from embarrassment, but from a sudden rush of yearning.
The heat in Harry’s eyes seemed to bore through her. It looked like he was looking deep into her being. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked quickly, promptly pulling out his wand and muttering a heating charm on the room.
Shaking her head, Ginny opened her mouth to speak. “No. Not cold.” Her words came out in more of a whisper than anything. She swallowed deeply and leaned back into a seated position, letting the water rush over her body.
Harry dropped his hands to his knees, his eyes still locked on Ginny. “That’s a--” He rubbed his knees through the fabric of his wrinkled trousers. “That’s a big bathtub,” he said matter-of-factly, but Ginny could see a reddish tint paint his cheeks.
“Yeah,” she answered. “Just little me to fill it.”
“Do you get lonely in there?” His voice sounded shaky and powerful all at once, and it shot straight through her. The edges of his mouth twitched up.
Ginny licked her bottom lip, wanting very much to kiss Harry right at that moment. Trying to continue with the game, she shrugged her shoulder indifferently. “Sometimes.”
“Now?” Harry asked, his voice rough.
She pretended to think it over, as though she hadn’t already decided that she wanted Harry immersed in the water with her. His lips upon hers, his tongue flickering over her lips.
“I could use some company.”
Almost immediately Harry started tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. Once it cleared his arms, he tossed it haphazardly to the corner. His hands flew to his belt buckle along with Ginny’s eyes. The dusting of black hairs that trailed down from his navel caught her eye. With every button Harry undid, more of the trail was unveiled.
“Wait” Ginny swivelled herself back around to the other side of the tub, closer to Harry. “Come here.”
With his hand still on the flies of his trouser, Harry took the requisite steps to get to the bathtub. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Shaking her head, Ginny reached up for him. “I want to kiss you.”
An instant later, lips met lips. Ginny wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down to her. She shivered as his fingers grazed her bare shoulder. His tongue was warm as it grazed across her top lip, and she hungrily flicked hers out to meet it.
With a purr, Ginny leaned back a couple of inches.
“That was nice,” Harry whispered, softly kissing the corner of her lip.
“Get in.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Harry pushed down his trousers, kicking them over into the same corner as his previously discarded shirt. Ginny stole a quick peek at him before he slid into the tub.
Ginny’s insides squirmed as she settled into the space between Harry’s thighs. He pushed her hair to one side before sliding both his arms around her waist and under the water line. She’d never been in this situation before, and she was surprised at how different his touch felt underwater. His calloused hands felt smoother somehow, and when he traced his fingers over her stomach, it felt like a feather being drawn across her skin.
He kissed the back of her neck, his lips warm against the soft patch of skin.
“I couldn’t find you when I woke up,” Harry mumbled, his breath hitting her just below her hairline. “I thought you went to your room. When you weren’t there, I got worried.”
Ginny rested her hands on Harry’s knees. “I fell asleep in here.”
“All night?” he asked, his hand running up her side, distracting her from her train of thought.
Ginny tilted her head, allowing better access for Harry’s clever lips. “No. I was only asleep for a few minutes, I think.” A quick moan escaped her lips. “That felt good, do it again.”
Without preamble, he licked the edge of her ear before nibbling slightly on the lobe. His fingers danced against her lower stomach, going down, further down, to play with her pubic hair.
Ginny’s grip on his legs tightened, and she arched her back, pushing her hips right into his now fully erect cock. It suddenly seemed so hot and so bloody humid in the small room. Her breath was coming shorter now, and she made no attempt to try to keep it under control.
“I want you, Gin,” Harry whispered breathily into her ear.
“Back to bed?” she managed to get out through her panting.
“No,” he said firmly, his hand reaching up to cup her breast. “Let’s stay here. Turn around.”
Ginny moaned in agreement and tried to turn as smoothly and enticingly as possible, so of course she managed to loose her balance and nearly hit her head on the hard edge of the tub. Not to mention that the bathwater seemed to grow a mind of its own as it splashed all over the place, including the bathroom floor.
As she righted herself, she could hear Harry laughing. She tried to shoot him an annoyed look, but her own laughter came out instead.
“Shut it, Harry,” she said, swatting his arm.
He put his arms up, palms out in defence. His eyes were lit up with a spark that seemed to come less and less often, and Ginny felt her heart do a flip-flop. She quickly grabbed his hands and kissed him hard. His glasses dug into her cheek, but that didn’t bother her as she settled down in Harry’s lap. His evident erection was just at her stomach, and suddenly things weren’t so amusing any more.
When they ran out of air and pulled back, Ginny looked into his eyes through his glasses, which were hanging crookedly on his nose. He was looking at her with such lust that Ginny felt herself melt. She wondered if the lust she was feeling was just as evident in her eyes as well. Not really caring either way, she released her grip on Harry’s hands and gently took off his fogged up and slightly smudged glasses.
The moment Harry’s hands were free, they flew to her hips, pulling her closer to him, his erection digging into her stomach. Ginny leaned over the side of the tub, and placed his glasses on the ground, while Harry took the opportunity to kiss her collarbone.
Ginny leaned her head back as he kissed and licked his way down to her breast. Her hips pulsed forward on their own accord, the water splashing against her skin in waves. It felt lovely and erotic.
Harry breathed her name and took a nipple gently between his teeth. When he flicked his tongue out against it, Ginny’s hips thrust forward and she moaned Harry’s name.
“I want you inside me now. Please.” Her voice sounded urgent and desperate, but she didn’t care. Her only care was that Harry was lifting her hips, and she positioned herself above him. When she thrust down on him, she closed her eyes and moaned.
He left a firm hand on her hip, his fingers gripping her skin as she thrust forward. His other hand trailed up her body to cup her breast.
Ginny opened her eyes slightly, her lids heavy. Harry stared at her, his jaw slack and brow wet with perspiration. He licked his lips, and Ginny could feel herself rocking closer to the edge. She squeezed her muscles, trying to pull him closer.
Harry moaned and ran his finger over her nipple, causing more sparks.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Water splashed against their skin, and their thrusts grew faster and more frantic. Harry’s hand slid down to her cunt, and his fingers rubbed at her clit. Ginny fell forward, her lips on his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.
Sparks went through her body and she could barely breathe, gasping for air as she shuddered in Harry’s hand.
Her hips thrust erratically and her nails dug into Harry’s skin as she rode her orgasm, everything feeling a bit different immersed in water.
As she came down, and began to regain her senses, she licked Harry’s neck and tightened the walls around his penis. He was gripping at her hips and his head was thrown back.
She licked his ear and whispered his name, her fingers drawing circles on his neck.
Harry jerked forward with a sudden urgency. He turned his head and captured Ginny’s lips in a hot, wet kiss. His body shuddered as he came.
As his muscles started to relax, he lifted his hands to her face and held her there as he kissed her.
“Ginny,” he muttered, pulling away.
She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his shoulder as a wave of tiredness rushed through her.
After a moment, she leaned back and turned in the water, this time more successfully, so that Harry was holding her from behind. She leaned back on him and took a deep breath.
“Thank you,” Harry mumbled, his voice thick.
Ginny smiled. “Do I make a good distraction, then?” she asked semi-playfully.
Harry paused, and Ginny looked up at him. He was frowning and looked confused. “You’re not a distraction.”
She tensed up, suddenly very uncertain. “Huh?”
“You’re not a distraction,” he repeated. “You’re real.”
Feeling sudden warmth run through her chest, Ginny felt overwhelmed. “Real?” She didn’t quite know what that meant, but it seemed important.
“I--” He looked like he didn’t know what to say. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
Ginny briefly met his eye. He looked… embarrassed. Snuggling up against his chest, she bit her lip and couldn’t think of anything to say but one thing.
“I’ll always be here for you, Harry.”
* * *
Fin
A/N II: “That’s a big bathtub” and “Just little me to fill it” were the sentences in this fic that were influenced by Sex and the City, season 3, episode #36 'Are We Sluts?' Not the exact words, but close.
Title: Harry's Distraction
Challenge: Post-Hogwarts #55. Ginny has had a terrible day, she just wants to soak in the bath and relax. Harry has the same idea and suggests they share the bath.
Summary: Harry and Ginny take a break from the world with a bath.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3045
Warnings: This is an NC-17 rated fic, so DO NOT click the lj cut if you are under seventeen years of age.
Notes: Many, many thanks to julia_weasley and lissa_maylee for the betas! There are a couple lines (two, I think) in here that have been very much influenced by a certain scene in the fabulous HBO series, Sex and the City. I don't believe they are word for word, but they're close enough. I just couldn't help myself; I had to put them in. Anyway, enjoy!
Harry's Distraction
* * *
Ginny wanted to stay like this for a bit longer--with Harry’s head resting on her breast, his breath warm against her chest. She wanted to stay with his warm body pressed against her as he slept. He looked peaceful. She knew that sometimes sleeping was better than waking, and she also knew that being awake was sometimes better than sleeping. At that moment, it seemed to be the former.
Ginny shifted, trying to disentangle herself from Harry’s grasp. She gently pushed at his shoulder, being careful not to wake him up, but Harry protested in his slumber, pulling her closer with his hand planted on her waist. She took a deep breath. Harry’s hand was warm as it tightened, grasping her skin and pulling her body to his. His arm pushed into her stomach, making Ginny wince and squirm again from the pressure against her bladder.
It was either get up now or relieve herself right there in the bed. Next to Harry.
Taking a firm grip on his devious hand, Ginny pried it from her waist and made a quick escape. Her skin made a violent protest as the cold air rushed against her, and she shivered. Grabbing her dressing gown, Ginny made a mad dash toward the loo.
* * *
Closing the toilet lid, Ginny stepped up, using the toilet as a stepping-stool in order to reach the highest shelf of the cabinet, and therefore reach the bath oil. Her arms felt heavy as she reached up and her feet were cold against the ceramic of the toilet’s lid. The bottle was still out of reach, and Ginny had to stand on her tiptoes. Her fingers just grazed the bottle, only succeeding in pushing it farther away. She felt a knot of frustration form in her chest.
Jumping up, she knocked the bottle over on its side. It rolled and fell over the edge of the shelf, hitting the floor with a clunk.
Ginny jumped off the toilet and turned the bath tap on. She tested the water--she wanted it to be hot and soothing--and added the bath oil to the mix.
Satisfied, she dried her hands on her dressing gown and sat down; the sound of rushing water filled the room. It was a good idea, taking a bath. Baths were soothing; it would relax her. And she certainly did need to relax this week, of all weeks.
Every week of this war seemed like hell, but this week even more so, for some inexplicable reason. Nothing of significance happened this week. No advances. No defeats.
Nothing.
Maybe that’s why it felt so frustrating. They seemed to be at a standstill.
Ginny reached out to the shaggy bathmat and pulled it toward her with her toes. The tiles were too cold for her bare feet to bear.
She and Harry had been living together in number twelve, Grimmauld Place for three weeks. No one knew about this arrangement--that they shared a room and a bed.
Ginny knew that if her mother found out, she’d explode about her baby girl living as a scarlet woman before dragging her youngest child back home to the Burrow.
Nobody knew because it was easier that way. It was easier to find what they both needed. A distraction. She had no illusions that she was anything more than a distraction. That’s what Harry needed right now.
Although presently, that distraction didn’t seem to be working. Ginny reached around and grasped her shoulder, trying to work out a knot of tension.
It felt as though her body was one giant ball of knots. Hard knots filled with needles that twisted and writhed and scraped against her insides.
Maybe telling someone about Harry would help.
Ginny bit her lip. Two people did know, Ron and Hermione. She couldn’t very well confide in her brother. Maybe she could talk to Hermione, if the other girl was willing. When Ron had found out about them, he’d gone ballistic, and she wasn‘t really sure what Hermione‘s feelings on them were.
She and Harry had been somewhat careless when their arrangement first began. One day, they had gone to their room in the early evening. Ginny had completely bypassed her decoy room, the one she put her things in to fool people into thinking she was living in it.
Several minutes later, Ron had walked in on them while they had been half-dressed, Harry being quite occupied with Ginny’s breasts at the time. It had taken Ginny, Hermione and a couple of clever spells to keep Ron from pummelling Harry right then and there.
Ron had stopped talking to Harry at that point. That had lasted about a week. Ginny had sat him down and had a good long talk, explaining that she and Harry felt very strongly about each other (leaving out the distraction part) and that her honour wasn’t being compromised (a half-truth, really, but Ron didn’t have to know that). It had helped, but what had really done the job, and unknowingly so, was Harry.
During one evening’s supper, Harry had done something quite simple. He’d let Ginny eat off his plate. That small gesture had seemed to be enough for Ron, and the two boys had had a small talk after the meal.
From that point on, Ron had been… not accepting of the situation, but he’d been much more tolerant of it. If by tolerant you meant that he ignored it, of course. Hermione, strangely enough, seemed to follow Ron’s lead; she hadn’t mentioned anything to Ginny.
Since that incident with Ron, they’d made sure that their door was firmly locked before engaging in any bedroom activities.
Ginny stood and turned off the tap, the bathtub now full of steaming water. The oils in the water were giving off a hint of lavender fragrance; it was not Ginny’s favourite scent, but it did seem to have relaxing qualities.
She slid the dressing gown off her shoulders, her skin cooling slightly. She pulled her hair up in a bun and took a step to the bathtub. Her fingers grazed along the surface of the water. The water was warm as it flowed through her fingertips and Ginny soon found herself lowering into the tub.
Leaning back against the cushioned edge, Ginny let herself soak. She could feel the tension lifting off her already. She closed her eyes and breathed the heavy air in, her breasts just peeking out of the water as her lungs expanded. Ginny laughed and did it again, enjoying the cooling sensation as her breasts met the air.
This was going to be a good bath.
Ginny yawned and let the smell of lavender fill her. Within a few minutes, she was sleeping.
* * *
“Ginny!”
Ginny opened her eyes and mumbled incoherently. Her head felt heavy, but her body felt as though it was floating.
“Ginny!”
“Harry?” Ginny groaned out. His voice was coming from a different room. She sat up, and found herself still immersed in the bathtub. The lavender aroma had faded around her, but the water was still warm, mostly thanks to a clever little warming spell. Ginny rested her arms on the bathtub’s ledge, and looked at the door.
She was just about to call out his name again when the door banged open and a dishevelled looking Harry barged, looking rather alarmed.
“Harry?” Ginny immediately straightened. “What’s going on?“
Harry met her eyes and she saw his face visibly relaxed as he dropped his head and paced across the small bathroom floor once or twice before sitting on the toilet, his hand pushed through his hair. He was staring at the floor.
“Harry,” she said again, sternly this time.
He looked up at her and met her eyes, his green ones bright. It was then he seemed to notice that she was in the bath. He sat up straighter, his hands falling to the side and he stared at her, his mouth gaping slightly.
“I,” he began, his voice slightly dazed. “I didn’t know where you were. And you’re here… in the bath.”
Ginny smiled slightly. “Here I am. My hands are a little pruney, though.”
“Yeah,” he said, almost as though he wasn’t even paying attention, although he was staring rather intently in her direction.
Ginny stared back at him, trying to figure out if he was looking at her; it was hard to tell with his hand pushed in his hair. “What are you looking at?”
As Harry looked up, Ginny’s face flushed almost immediately, not from embarrassment, but from a sudden rush of yearning.
The heat in Harry’s eyes seemed to bore through her. It looked like he was looking deep into her being. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked quickly, promptly pulling out his wand and muttering a heating charm on the room.
Shaking her head, Ginny opened her mouth to speak. “No. Not cold.” Her words came out in more of a whisper than anything. She swallowed deeply and leaned back into a seated position, letting the water rush over her body.
Harry dropped his hands to his knees, his eyes still locked on Ginny. “That’s a--” He rubbed his knees through the fabric of his wrinkled trousers. “That’s a big bathtub,” he said matter-of-factly, but Ginny could see a reddish tint paint his cheeks.
“Yeah,” she answered. “Just little me to fill it.”
“Do you get lonely in there?” His voice sounded shaky and powerful all at once, and it shot straight through her. The edges of his mouth twitched up.
Ginny licked her bottom lip, wanting very much to kiss Harry right at that moment. Trying to continue with the game, she shrugged her shoulder indifferently. “Sometimes.”
“Now?” Harry asked, his voice rough.
She pretended to think it over, as though she hadn’t already decided that she wanted Harry immersed in the water with her. His lips upon hers, his tongue flickering over her lips.
“I could use some company.”
Almost immediately Harry started tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. Once it cleared his arms, he tossed it haphazardly to the corner. His hands flew to his belt buckle along with Ginny’s eyes. The dusting of black hairs that trailed down from his navel caught her eye. With every button Harry undid, more of the trail was unveiled.
“Wait” Ginny swivelled herself back around to the other side of the tub, closer to Harry. “Come here.”
With his hand still on the flies of his trouser, Harry took the requisite steps to get to the bathtub. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Shaking her head, Ginny reached up for him. “I want to kiss you.”
An instant later, lips met lips. Ginny wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down to her. She shivered as his fingers grazed her bare shoulder. His tongue was warm as it grazed across her top lip, and she hungrily flicked hers out to meet it.
With a purr, Ginny leaned back a couple of inches.
“That was nice,” Harry whispered, softly kissing the corner of her lip.
“Get in.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Harry pushed down his trousers, kicking them over into the same corner as his previously discarded shirt. Ginny stole a quick peek at him before he slid into the tub.
Ginny’s insides squirmed as she settled into the space between Harry’s thighs. He pushed her hair to one side before sliding both his arms around her waist and under the water line. She’d never been in this situation before, and she was surprised at how different his touch felt underwater. His calloused hands felt smoother somehow, and when he traced his fingers over her stomach, it felt like a feather being drawn across her skin.
He kissed the back of her neck, his lips warm against the soft patch of skin.
“I couldn’t find you when I woke up,” Harry mumbled, his breath hitting her just below her hairline. “I thought you went to your room. When you weren’t there, I got worried.”
Ginny rested her hands on Harry’s knees. “I fell asleep in here.”
“All night?” he asked, his hand running up her side, distracting her from her train of thought.
Ginny tilted her head, allowing better access for Harry’s clever lips. “No. I was only asleep for a few minutes, I think.” A quick moan escaped her lips. “That felt good, do it again.”
Without preamble, he licked the edge of her ear before nibbling slightly on the lobe. His fingers danced against her lower stomach, going down, further down, to play with her pubic hair.
Ginny’s grip on his legs tightened, and she arched her back, pushing her hips right into his now fully erect cock. It suddenly seemed so hot and so bloody humid in the small room. Her breath was coming shorter now, and she made no attempt to try to keep it under control.
“I want you, Gin,” Harry whispered breathily into her ear.
“Back to bed?” she managed to get out through her panting.
“No,” he said firmly, his hand reaching up to cup her breast. “Let’s stay here. Turn around.”
Ginny moaned in agreement and tried to turn as smoothly and enticingly as possible, so of course she managed to loose her balance and nearly hit her head on the hard edge of the tub. Not to mention that the bathwater seemed to grow a mind of its own as it splashed all over the place, including the bathroom floor.
As she righted herself, she could hear Harry laughing. She tried to shoot him an annoyed look, but her own laughter came out instead.
“Shut it, Harry,” she said, swatting his arm.
He put his arms up, palms out in defence. His eyes were lit up with a spark that seemed to come less and less often, and Ginny felt her heart do a flip-flop. She quickly grabbed his hands and kissed him hard. His glasses dug into her cheek, but that didn’t bother her as she settled down in Harry’s lap. His evident erection was just at her stomach, and suddenly things weren’t so amusing any more.
When they ran out of air and pulled back, Ginny looked into his eyes through his glasses, which were hanging crookedly on his nose. He was looking at her with such lust that Ginny felt herself melt. She wondered if the lust she was feeling was just as evident in her eyes as well. Not really caring either way, she released her grip on Harry’s hands and gently took off his fogged up and slightly smudged glasses.
The moment Harry’s hands were free, they flew to her hips, pulling her closer to him, his erection digging into her stomach. Ginny leaned over the side of the tub, and placed his glasses on the ground, while Harry took the opportunity to kiss her collarbone.
Ginny leaned her head back as he kissed and licked his way down to her breast. Her hips pulsed forward on their own accord, the water splashing against her skin in waves. It felt lovely and erotic.
Harry breathed her name and took a nipple gently between his teeth. When he flicked his tongue out against it, Ginny’s hips thrust forward and she moaned Harry’s name.
“I want you inside me now. Please.” Her voice sounded urgent and desperate, but she didn’t care. Her only care was that Harry was lifting her hips, and she positioned herself above him. When she thrust down on him, she closed her eyes and moaned.
He left a firm hand on her hip, his fingers gripping her skin as she thrust forward. His other hand trailed up her body to cup her breast.
Ginny opened her eyes slightly, her lids heavy. Harry stared at her, his jaw slack and brow wet with perspiration. He licked his lips, and Ginny could feel herself rocking closer to the edge. She squeezed her muscles, trying to pull him closer.
Harry moaned and ran his finger over her nipple, causing more sparks.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Water splashed against their skin, and their thrusts grew faster and more frantic. Harry’s hand slid down to her cunt, and his fingers rubbed at her clit. Ginny fell forward, her lips on his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.
Sparks went through her body and she could barely breathe, gasping for air as she shuddered in Harry’s hand.
Her hips thrust erratically and her nails dug into Harry’s skin as she rode her orgasm, everything feeling a bit different immersed in water.
As she came down, and began to regain her senses, she licked Harry’s neck and tightened the walls around his penis. He was gripping at her hips and his head was thrown back.
She licked his ear and whispered his name, her fingers drawing circles on his neck.
Harry jerked forward with a sudden urgency. He turned his head and captured Ginny’s lips in a hot, wet kiss. His body shuddered as he came.
As his muscles started to relax, he lifted his hands to her face and held her there as he kissed her.
“Ginny,” he muttered, pulling away.
She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his shoulder as a wave of tiredness rushed through her.
After a moment, she leaned back and turned in the water, this time more successfully, so that Harry was holding her from behind. She leaned back on him and took a deep breath.
“Thank you,” Harry mumbled, his voice thick.
Ginny smiled. “Do I make a good distraction, then?” she asked semi-playfully.
Harry paused, and Ginny looked up at him. He was frowning and looked confused. “You’re not a distraction.”
She tensed up, suddenly very uncertain. “Huh?”
“You’re not a distraction,” he repeated. “You’re real.”
Feeling sudden warmth run through her chest, Ginny felt overwhelmed. “Real?” She didn’t quite know what that meant, but it seemed important.
“I--” He looked like he didn’t know what to say. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
Ginny briefly met his eye. He looked… embarrassed. Snuggling up against his chest, she bit her lip and couldn’t think of anything to say but one thing.
“I’ll always be here for you, Harry.”
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Fin
A/N II: “That’s a big bathtub” and “Just little me to fill it” were the sentences in this fic that were influenced by Sex and the City, season 3, episode #36 'Are We Sluts?' Not the exact words, but close.