Bad Influence
Title: Bad Influence
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17 - but really just your basic two consenting of-age-ish wizards making naughty
Word Count: 960
Disclaimer: This went from idea to post in about four hours, and first word to post in about one, so not only is this un-beta-ed like all my other fics, but pretty much completely unproofread. I just had an idea, and really wanted to get it posted before the end of the year, so I could start the New Year fresh now that I have more time to write.
Summary: Harry and Ginny outside the Burrow late at night now that the war is nice and over.
“What’s up?” Harry asked.
And with the most mundane of questions, Ginny knew everything. Harry had no clue why Ginny had brought him out to the pond tonight. Okay, maybe some clue… the war was over, the mourning was as over as it was ever going to get, and now that Harry was back from a year away searching for Horcruxes, it was time to rekindle their relationship from that last year at Hogwarts together. But he had no idea exactly what Ginny had planned now that all the remaining Weasleys were asleep in the Burrow just a short distance away.
“You know what’s up,” she replied, even though she knew this was untrue.
“It’s good to be back,” was all he could think of to say.
“Good to have you back.” She gently lowered him to the ground near the pond she’d skinny-dipped in so many times before, and hovered above him on her knees. Then she leaned in and kissed him in a way that she hoped he had never been kissed before. Judging from his reaction, she was right.
“What’s this about, Ginny?” he said, more unsure than he’d ever been in his life, possibly including his multiple battles with the Dark Lord.
“You know what, Harry,” she replied, before kissing him again, then smiling crookedly - halfway between smirk and grin. “You’re back, there’s no Dark Lord between us now. I still love you, and I know you still love me.”
It’s not that this was untrue, just that it had never been spoken out loud before that caught Harry by surprise. “How do you know I still love you?” he said, again only because it was the only words that would reach from his brain to his mouth.
Fortunately, Ginny was not offended or taken aback. “I’m a woman, Harry,” she replied. This much was true, Harry realized, as the short-sleeved blouse and way-too-short skirt did oh-so-little to hide the curves she’d grown into. “Women always know.”
“So what then?”
“Well, I was thinking of maybe doing a little striptease to mark the occasion...” Ginny paused just for the opportunity to watch Harry’s eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “But it seems I’m rather underdressed for that.”
Ginny ground up Harry’s thigh, and even through his shorts, it wasn’t difficult to decipher what she meant. The wet heat she was producing told all. “Have you been going…”
“Commando?”
“All day?”
“Yes,” she replied, pausing for dramatic effect once again. “I was using an Obfuscation Charm most of the day so the others wouldn’t notice… after all, it is such a short skirt… but I cancelled it once we were alone.”
Harry was bewildered to say the least. “So, what’s this about…” he repeated, quite a bit more unsure this time.
“I want you, Harry.”
“But…” he stuttered, and one look into his eyes told Ginny everything he was trying to communicate.
“Don’t tell me the Chosen One is a virgin?!?”
“Well, I mean, Cho and I didn’t really work out all that well, and then you and I at Hogwarts were amazing but we never really quite got around to it then, and I’ve been away for the past year… I haven’t really had the time, or the girls, to…” he said very quickly in defense.
“Hermione…”
“Is like a sister to me.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to be a bad influence on you then.”
“Why? … Have you…?”
“With Michael once, he was shite… Dean quite a few times…. Luna…”
“Luna?!?”
“Yeah… I mean, I guess it depends how you count it with her, but we’ve definitely gone the distance more than once.” She paused, almost giddy with how in-the-headlights she’d sent Harry. “Why, are you mad?”
“No,” Harry replied, because that was the truth. “Impressed.”
“Good. Then let me influence you,” she smiled, and more or less dispensing with foreplay immediately reached the snap of his shorts. Foreplay was proven unnecessary by the bulge revealed in Harry’s boxers once she’d gotten the khakis halfway down his thighs. Upon sight of that, Ginny - since Harry was dumbstruck, she had to do it herself - tore off her blouse, popping two of the buttons, and unhooked her bra. “Okay, now these are breasts, Harry…”
“I know that much,” he jokingly groaned, and immediately did just the right thing - caressing her now-bare breasts while gently flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
“Oh! So you do…” And as much as she didn’t want to, she shyed her breasts away from his touch so she could focus on him. Focus on stripping him of more of his clothing, that is. Fortunately, he did not resist his shorts and boxers being more completely removed - not that Ginny would have minded using a good Binding Charm. It was funny, she thought, that the way she counted it, they’d been dating for a year and a half now, and this was the first time she’d seen his engorged member. She quickly realized that maybe, just maybe, it was worth the wait.
Harry’s penis perked even more to the sudden exposure, which made for easy access as Ginny crouched over it and - to Harry’s amazement, even despite his many viewings of both Muggle and Wizarding pornography - completely inhaled it, for lack of a better word, performing a better-than-textbook deep throat. Unfortunately for him, she stopped just short of the magic O. That was to be reserved for something else.
Something he would have to wait only minutes - seconds? - for. She had him primed now… she knew that almost all she had to do was climb aboard… and he slid right in… there was groaning… gasping… then silence…
“You are a bad influence, Ginny.”
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17 - but really just your basic two consenting of-age-ish wizards making naughty
Word Count: 960
Disclaimer: This went from idea to post in about four hours, and first word to post in about one, so not only is this un-beta-ed like all my other fics, but pretty much completely unproofread. I just had an idea, and really wanted to get it posted before the end of the year, so I could start the New Year fresh now that I have more time to write.
Summary: Harry and Ginny outside the Burrow late at night now that the war is nice and over.
“What’s up?” Harry asked.
And with the most mundane of questions, Ginny knew everything. Harry had no clue why Ginny had brought him out to the pond tonight. Okay, maybe some clue… the war was over, the mourning was as over as it was ever going to get, and now that Harry was back from a year away searching for Horcruxes, it was time to rekindle their relationship from that last year at Hogwarts together. But he had no idea exactly what Ginny had planned now that all the remaining Weasleys were asleep in the Burrow just a short distance away.
“You know what’s up,” she replied, even though she knew this was untrue.
“It’s good to be back,” was all he could think of to say.
“Good to have you back.” She gently lowered him to the ground near the pond she’d skinny-dipped in so many times before, and hovered above him on her knees. Then she leaned in and kissed him in a way that she hoped he had never been kissed before. Judging from his reaction, she was right.
“What’s this about, Ginny?” he said, more unsure than he’d ever been in his life, possibly including his multiple battles with the Dark Lord.
“You know what, Harry,” she replied, before kissing him again, then smiling crookedly - halfway between smirk and grin. “You’re back, there’s no Dark Lord between us now. I still love you, and I know you still love me.”
It’s not that this was untrue, just that it had never been spoken out loud before that caught Harry by surprise. “How do you know I still love you?” he said, again only because it was the only words that would reach from his brain to his mouth.
Fortunately, Ginny was not offended or taken aback. “I’m a woman, Harry,” she replied. This much was true, Harry realized, as the short-sleeved blouse and way-too-short skirt did oh-so-little to hide the curves she’d grown into. “Women always know.”
“So what then?”
“Well, I was thinking of maybe doing a little striptease to mark the occasion...” Ginny paused just for the opportunity to watch Harry’s eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “But it seems I’m rather underdressed for that.”
Ginny ground up Harry’s thigh, and even through his shorts, it wasn’t difficult to decipher what she meant. The wet heat she was producing told all. “Have you been going…”
“Commando?”
“All day?”
“Yes,” she replied, pausing for dramatic effect once again. “I was using an Obfuscation Charm most of the day so the others wouldn’t notice… after all, it is such a short skirt… but I cancelled it once we were alone.”
Harry was bewildered to say the least. “So, what’s this about…” he repeated, quite a bit more unsure this time.
“I want you, Harry.”
“But…” he stuttered, and one look into his eyes told Ginny everything he was trying to communicate.
“Don’t tell me the Chosen One is a virgin?!?”
“Well, I mean, Cho and I didn’t really work out all that well, and then you and I at Hogwarts were amazing but we never really quite got around to it then, and I’ve been away for the past year… I haven’t really had the time, or the girls, to…” he said very quickly in defense.
“Hermione…”
“Is like a sister to me.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to be a bad influence on you then.”
“Why? … Have you…?”
“With Michael once, he was shite… Dean quite a few times…. Luna…”
“Luna?!?”
“Yeah… I mean, I guess it depends how you count it with her, but we’ve definitely gone the distance more than once.” She paused, almost giddy with how in-the-headlights she’d sent Harry. “Why, are you mad?”
“No,” Harry replied, because that was the truth. “Impressed.”
“Good. Then let me influence you,” she smiled, and more or less dispensing with foreplay immediately reached the snap of his shorts. Foreplay was proven unnecessary by the bulge revealed in Harry’s boxers once she’d gotten the khakis halfway down his thighs. Upon sight of that, Ginny - since Harry was dumbstruck, she had to do it herself - tore off her blouse, popping two of the buttons, and unhooked her bra. “Okay, now these are breasts, Harry…”
“I know that much,” he jokingly groaned, and immediately did just the right thing - caressing her now-bare breasts while gently flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
“Oh! So you do…” And as much as she didn’t want to, she shyed her breasts away from his touch so she could focus on him. Focus on stripping him of more of his clothing, that is. Fortunately, he did not resist his shorts and boxers being more completely removed - not that Ginny would have minded using a good Binding Charm. It was funny, she thought, that the way she counted it, they’d been dating for a year and a half now, and this was the first time she’d seen his engorged member. She quickly realized that maybe, just maybe, it was worth the wait.
Harry’s penis perked even more to the sudden exposure, which made for easy access as Ginny crouched over it and - to Harry’s amazement, even despite his many viewings of both Muggle and Wizarding pornography - completely inhaled it, for lack of a better word, performing a better-than-textbook deep throat. Unfortunately for him, she stopped just short of the magic O. That was to be reserved for something else.
Something he would have to wait only minutes - seconds? - for. She had him primed now… she knew that almost all she had to do was climb aboard… and he slid right in… there was groaning… gasping… then silence…
“You are a bad influence, Ginny.”