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Gift fic for x24hoursx!
TO: Woody / x24hoursx
FROM: ANONYMOUS
TITLE: Behind the Tapestry
PAIRING: Harry/Ginny
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When Harry takes something of Ginny’s, their relationship is about to be exposed…in more ways than one.
WARNINGS: voyeurism, semi-public,
DISCLAIMER: All characters and surroundings are the property of JKR, I just use them for my own (and others) entertainment once in a while.
AUTHOR NOTES: I was so thrilled to write this for you! Hope you like it!!
It was always the same.
Their eyes would meet for a split second and a boyish smile would curl its way onto his lips.
It was her smile - the smile that he reserved just for her. Ginny knew she was the only person who ever saw it and the only person who could interpret its meaning. To others it was just a half-smile with a bit of humor in it; as though he had thought of something funny and while he tried to contain it, some of that amusement always escaped.
To her, however, it spoke of fleeting touches, breathy whispers and pleasure that was over before either of them had the chance to enjoy it. It was a smile he would give her to remind her how he would grab and lead her off to one of those handy niches of his that were peppered throughout the castle. It was a smile filled with promises and secrets.
That morning Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table, absentmindedly nibbling on a piece of toast that was smothered with marmalade. She glanced sideways at him as he slid into the seat next to her and rested a hand on her thigh, slowly moving it until he could finger the hem of her skirt.
“I have something that belongs to you,” he told her calmly.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He reached out a hand and gently wiped away a smear of marmalade from her lips before licking it off of his finger.
She watched him solemnly. “Someone will see,” she told him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. She felt his wand appear in the hand that was against her thigh and he whispered a spell under his breath.
“Wha-” She broke off with a gasp as she felt her knickers disappear.
He moved his hand off of her thigh and she glanced down to see him tuck the dark blue fabric into his trouser pocket.
He smirked at her. “Well, now I have something that belongs to you.”
“Bastard.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “You know very well my parents were married.”
Ginny rolled her eyes saying, “And don’t do that, you know I hate it.”
“Do what?” He reached for her glass of pumpkin juice and drank some.
“Raise your eyebrow like that,” she told him, taking her glass back and glaring at him.
“You’re just jealous.”
“Hmph.” They sat, eating in silence for several minutes before she spoke again. “You better move over, my brother’s just come in.”
He looked up and followed her gaze. Sure enough, Ron and Hermione were making their way over to the table, bickering, as usual. Harry shot her a final look that spoke volumes, pausing momentarily before he did as Ginny had asked.
“Morning, Harry, Ginny,” Ron greeted them as he sat down across the table.
Hermione slid into the seat next to Ron and immediately poured herself a cup of tea. “I was thinking of joining that group that Ernie Macmillan belongs to, the one that tutors first years,” she was saying. “Did you know that it’s mostly made up of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs? There are only two Gryffindors involved. You should join as well, Ron. As a prefect, you really should start being more responsi- Harry! Are those knickers?”
Ron choked on the sausage he had been stuffing into his mouth and Harry looked up at Hermione from Ginny’s knickers, which he had been studying intently. “Yes, they are,” he answered nonchalantly.
Beside him, Ginny let out a small gasp and glanced furtively over at him. When he turned to her and grinned, she blushed bright red and leapt up out of her seat, muttering lamely about not wanting to be late for Transfiguration.
Ron’s eyes followed Ginny out of the hall, a puzzled look on his face. “Wonder what’s got into her. She doesn’t have Transfiguration until this afternoon, right? And it’s not like those were her knickers or anything. Is it ‘cause she’s still crushing on you, Harry?”
“Haven’t a clue,” Harry told him with a shrug, tucking Ginny’s knickers back into his pocket. He stood up and shouldered his bag. “I’ve got to return a book to the library,” he told his friends, ignoring Hermione’s suspicious look. “I’ll meet up with you in Defense.”
He walked quickly out of the Great Hall and when he reached the Entrance Hall he broke into a run. He glanced ahead, hoping to catch sight of her fiery hair on the stairs as he raced up to the second floor. She would be going to Gryffindor Tower because she had a free period, but he wanted to catch her before - there!
She was just ahead of him, walking towards the tapestry that hid a shortcut to Gryffindor Tower. He slowed his pace when she stopped and turned towards him. It was hard to sneak up on her - she always knew when he was near.
“You’re such a prick, Harry,” she said when he finally reached her, heedless of anyone who might be listening. Though, luckily the corridor was empty “Did you have to wave my knickers around at the table? In front of my brother! And I’ll bet that Hermione recognized them as mine!”
“But you liked watching me look at them. I know you noticed before Hermione said anything.” He lowered the tone of his voice and whispered knowingly, “I could tell you were getting hot.”
“Shut it, I was not,” she retorted unconvincingly as he dropped his bag to the floor with a thump and backed her up against the stone wall. Her breath hitched as he nibbled her earlobe and then dragged his tongue along its shell. His hand trailed slowly up her arm and he removed her bag from her shoulder.
Ginny watched the bag fall the short distance to the ground and then raised her brown eyes to meet Harry’s green ones. They seemed to glow from within and lust radiated from him. Ginny bit back a small moan, trembling with anticipation.
“Harry….” She gave up all pretenses, her voice low and throaty.
A small smile - her smile - trickled its way onto Harry’s lips as he bent his head towards her. She met him halfway, struggling to bring their bodies closer together, but he pinned her arms to the wall with his hands and carefully kept a space between them as his mouth devoured hers.
His mouth glided across her jaw and then moved down to her neck. He left a trail of nibbling kisses, being careful not to leave any marks. He finally released his hold on her arms and allowed her to press against him. She could feel his erection jutting against her stomach, branding her as his. Her skirt started hitching up and she was even more aware that her knickers were still in Harry’s pocket as moisture began gathering between her legs.
She was dimly aware of a bell ringing in the background, signaling five minutes before the first classes of the day began. She knew he had Defense, but she didn’t want this to end. His hand clutched at her arse as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall once more, her legs dangling on either side of him.
“Harry,” she panted, “please…don’t st….”
“No, never.” Harry groaned and maneuvered them until he could grasp the edge of the tapestry and conceal them behind it.
He was vaguely aware of the students’ voices growing steadily louder as they neared, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Ginny was kissing him so enthusiastically. He used his wand to seal the tapestry, not realizing that they had left their bags in the corridor where anyone could come across them.
Harry let Ginny’s feet rest on the floor once more as she leaned back against the wall of the secret passage. He slid his hands up her sides and hastily undid the ties to her robes while she did the same for him. Tendrils of her hair were escaping from the knot she had pulled it into that morning and Harry lifted a hand to brush them out of her face.
He had just managed to get Ginny’s shirt unbuttoned when someone tugged at the tapestry; though, luckily, his sealing charm held. Ginny let out a quiet whimper and moved a hand down to rub her clit while Harry feasted on her now uncovered breasts.
“Why can’t we get through?” a voice said on the other side of the tapestry, barely penetrating the lovers’ minds.
“Not sure,” someone else answered. “Try moving it again.”
Ginny ignored it and instead moaned, “Harry…please…. your mouth….”
The tapestry wavered again. “It won’t budge,” said the first voice. “And do you hear that? There’s noise coming from behind the tapestry? Maybe ther-”
“Here, look!” another voice (which sounded a bit like Colin Creevey) interrupted. “There’re two bags on the floor. And that one looks like Ginny’s. I don’t recognize the other one, though.”
“Yes, please….” Ginny couldn’t contain herself as Harry knelt in down and put his mouth on her. His tongue delved into her folds, knowing just where to stroke her. Ginny moaned again, thinking she’d go without knickers every once in a while- especially since it gave Harry such easy access. One of her hands reached up to hold onto the wall sconce and the other fisted into Harry’s hair as he pressed her harder against the wall.
“There it was again.” Yes, it was definitely Colin. “It must be Ginny. Hey-” the tapestry fluttered as someone patted it “-Ginny, let us through, would you?”
Ginny was becoming frustrated in more ways than one. Colin didn’t seem to be able to take a hint and Harry was skillfully teasing her to the brink of climax before easing off and then doing it over again.
The tapestry fluttered again.
“Colin, bugger off!” Ginny managed to groan, even as Harry started using his fingers along with his tongue.
“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Colin asked worriedly. The tapestry fluttered again, and this time a corner at the floor drifted away from the wall- the sealing charm was wearing off. “Should I get a teacher or-”
But Ginny was past hearing as two of Harry’s fingers working in and out of her and his tongue massaged her clit. Once again she felt the first shudders of orgasm.
“Harry, please,” she panted. “I want you inside me. Now! Harry, please!”
“What?” a confused Colin said on the other side of the tapestry, but neither Harry nor Ginny paid him any attention. “You want me to get Harry?” The tapestry fluttered again and even more of it came loose from the wall. “Go on a different way,” Colin said to his friends. “And can one of you find Harry? I guess Ginny needs him. Maybe there’s a spell on the tapestry she can’t break or something.”
Harry stood and hastily undid his pants, shoving them down around his knees. Harry thrust into her and Ginny reveled in being able to wrap her legs around him without her knickers tangling around her ankles even as her orgasm overtook her.
Her body shuddered over and over again while Harry continued to thrust in and out of her, muttering her name.
One of Harry’s hands rested on the wall near her shoulder for balance, while the other gripped her around the waist. His thrusts began getting more erratic and Ginny knew he was close to finding his own release. She opened her eyes to watch him, but even as she noticed the slight sheen of sweat on Harry’s forehead, a clicking noise caught her attention.
“Colin!” She couldn’t help the gasp of surprise that escaped her when she saw Colin standing on their side of the tapestry, his camera smoking slightly from his picture taking.
Harry looked up at her, his eyes filled with confusion, even as he continued to orgasm. His body gave a final shudder and then he allowed Ginny to settle her feet on the floor once more. Slowly Ginny looked to the right, willing Harry to follow her gaze.
Colin watched them with wide eyes, still holding his camera poised. Harry saw him and his eyes narrowed. Colin gulped visibly and his hand without the camera groped for the tapestry.
“Go away.” Harry’s voice was so low and threatening that Ginny almost came again. But when Colin turned pale and darted out of the passageway, she had to bite back a giggle.
The tapestry closed behind Colin and fluttered soundlessly for a moment before becoming still once again. Harry rolled his eyes after Colin and then rested his right forearm against the wall near Ginny’s shoulder so that he could play with her hair.
Their clothing was halfway on and halfway off of their bodies and a slight draft drifted down the passage, making Ginny’s exposed nipples peak. Harry glanced down at them before looking up again to meet her eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her as his other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out something dark blue.
He dangled her knickers in front of her face with a smirk and said, “I have something that belongs to you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
Ginny smiled at him. “What do I have to do to get it back?” she asked in a sultry voice.
Instead of answering, he smiled- her smile- and leaned forward to kiss her. Ginny felt herself melt, even as she stretched up to meet him partway. And as Harry pressed her back against the wall once more, everything else faded away.
FROM: ANONYMOUS
TITLE: Behind the Tapestry
PAIRING: Harry/Ginny
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When Harry takes something of Ginny’s, their relationship is about to be exposed…in more ways than one.
WARNINGS: voyeurism, semi-public,
DISCLAIMER: All characters and surroundings are the property of JKR, I just use them for my own (and others) entertainment once in a while.
AUTHOR NOTES: I was so thrilled to write this for you! Hope you like it!!
It was always the same.
Their eyes would meet for a split second and a boyish smile would curl its way onto his lips.
It was her smile - the smile that he reserved just for her. Ginny knew she was the only person who ever saw it and the only person who could interpret its meaning. To others it was just a half-smile with a bit of humor in it; as though he had thought of something funny and while he tried to contain it, some of that amusement always escaped.
To her, however, it spoke of fleeting touches, breathy whispers and pleasure that was over before either of them had the chance to enjoy it. It was a smile he would give her to remind her how he would grab and lead her off to one of those handy niches of his that were peppered throughout the castle. It was a smile filled with promises and secrets.
That morning Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table, absentmindedly nibbling on a piece of toast that was smothered with marmalade. She glanced sideways at him as he slid into the seat next to her and rested a hand on her thigh, slowly moving it until he could finger the hem of her skirt.
“I have something that belongs to you,” he told her calmly.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He reached out a hand and gently wiped away a smear of marmalade from her lips before licking it off of his finger.
She watched him solemnly. “Someone will see,” she told him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. She felt his wand appear in the hand that was against her thigh and he whispered a spell under his breath.
“Wha-” She broke off with a gasp as she felt her knickers disappear.
He moved his hand off of her thigh and she glanced down to see him tuck the dark blue fabric into his trouser pocket.
He smirked at her. “Well, now I have something that belongs to you.”
“Bastard.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “You know very well my parents were married.”
Ginny rolled her eyes saying, “And don’t do that, you know I hate it.”
“Do what?” He reached for her glass of pumpkin juice and drank some.
“Raise your eyebrow like that,” she told him, taking her glass back and glaring at him.
“You’re just jealous.”
“Hmph.” They sat, eating in silence for several minutes before she spoke again. “You better move over, my brother’s just come in.”
He looked up and followed her gaze. Sure enough, Ron and Hermione were making their way over to the table, bickering, as usual. Harry shot her a final look that spoke volumes, pausing momentarily before he did as Ginny had asked.
“Morning, Harry, Ginny,” Ron greeted them as he sat down across the table.
Hermione slid into the seat next to Ron and immediately poured herself a cup of tea. “I was thinking of joining that group that Ernie Macmillan belongs to, the one that tutors first years,” she was saying. “Did you know that it’s mostly made up of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs? There are only two Gryffindors involved. You should join as well, Ron. As a prefect, you really should start being more responsi- Harry! Are those knickers?”
Ron choked on the sausage he had been stuffing into his mouth and Harry looked up at Hermione from Ginny’s knickers, which he had been studying intently. “Yes, they are,” he answered nonchalantly.
Beside him, Ginny let out a small gasp and glanced furtively over at him. When he turned to her and grinned, she blushed bright red and leapt up out of her seat, muttering lamely about not wanting to be late for Transfiguration.
Ron’s eyes followed Ginny out of the hall, a puzzled look on his face. “Wonder what’s got into her. She doesn’t have Transfiguration until this afternoon, right? And it’s not like those were her knickers or anything. Is it ‘cause she’s still crushing on you, Harry?”
“Haven’t a clue,” Harry told him with a shrug, tucking Ginny’s knickers back into his pocket. He stood up and shouldered his bag. “I’ve got to return a book to the library,” he told his friends, ignoring Hermione’s suspicious look. “I’ll meet up with you in Defense.”
He walked quickly out of the Great Hall and when he reached the Entrance Hall he broke into a run. He glanced ahead, hoping to catch sight of her fiery hair on the stairs as he raced up to the second floor. She would be going to Gryffindor Tower because she had a free period, but he wanted to catch her before - there!
She was just ahead of him, walking towards the tapestry that hid a shortcut to Gryffindor Tower. He slowed his pace when she stopped and turned towards him. It was hard to sneak up on her - she always knew when he was near.
“You’re such a prick, Harry,” she said when he finally reached her, heedless of anyone who might be listening. Though, luckily the corridor was empty “Did you have to wave my knickers around at the table? In front of my brother! And I’ll bet that Hermione recognized them as mine!”
“But you liked watching me look at them. I know you noticed before Hermione said anything.” He lowered the tone of his voice and whispered knowingly, “I could tell you were getting hot.”
“Shut it, I was not,” she retorted unconvincingly as he dropped his bag to the floor with a thump and backed her up against the stone wall. Her breath hitched as he nibbled her earlobe and then dragged his tongue along its shell. His hand trailed slowly up her arm and he removed her bag from her shoulder.
Ginny watched the bag fall the short distance to the ground and then raised her brown eyes to meet Harry’s green ones. They seemed to glow from within and lust radiated from him. Ginny bit back a small moan, trembling with anticipation.
“Harry….” She gave up all pretenses, her voice low and throaty.
A small smile - her smile - trickled its way onto Harry’s lips as he bent his head towards her. She met him halfway, struggling to bring their bodies closer together, but he pinned her arms to the wall with his hands and carefully kept a space between them as his mouth devoured hers.
His mouth glided across her jaw and then moved down to her neck. He left a trail of nibbling kisses, being careful not to leave any marks. He finally released his hold on her arms and allowed her to press against him. She could feel his erection jutting against her stomach, branding her as his. Her skirt started hitching up and she was even more aware that her knickers were still in Harry’s pocket as moisture began gathering between her legs.
She was dimly aware of a bell ringing in the background, signaling five minutes before the first classes of the day began. She knew he had Defense, but she didn’t want this to end. His hand clutched at her arse as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall once more, her legs dangling on either side of him.
“Harry,” she panted, “please…don’t st….”
“No, never.” Harry groaned and maneuvered them until he could grasp the edge of the tapestry and conceal them behind it.
He was vaguely aware of the students’ voices growing steadily louder as they neared, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Ginny was kissing him so enthusiastically. He used his wand to seal the tapestry, not realizing that they had left their bags in the corridor where anyone could come across them.
Harry let Ginny’s feet rest on the floor once more as she leaned back against the wall of the secret passage. He slid his hands up her sides and hastily undid the ties to her robes while she did the same for him. Tendrils of her hair were escaping from the knot she had pulled it into that morning and Harry lifted a hand to brush them out of her face.
He had just managed to get Ginny’s shirt unbuttoned when someone tugged at the tapestry; though, luckily, his sealing charm held. Ginny let out a quiet whimper and moved a hand down to rub her clit while Harry feasted on her now uncovered breasts.
“Why can’t we get through?” a voice said on the other side of the tapestry, barely penetrating the lovers’ minds.
“Not sure,” someone else answered. “Try moving it again.”
Ginny ignored it and instead moaned, “Harry…please…. your mouth….”
The tapestry wavered again. “It won’t budge,” said the first voice. “And do you hear that? There’s noise coming from behind the tapestry? Maybe ther-”
“Here, look!” another voice (which sounded a bit like Colin Creevey) interrupted. “There’re two bags on the floor. And that one looks like Ginny’s. I don’t recognize the other one, though.”
“Yes, please….” Ginny couldn’t contain herself as Harry knelt in down and put his mouth on her. His tongue delved into her folds, knowing just where to stroke her. Ginny moaned again, thinking she’d go without knickers every once in a while- especially since it gave Harry such easy access. One of her hands reached up to hold onto the wall sconce and the other fisted into Harry’s hair as he pressed her harder against the wall.
“There it was again.” Yes, it was definitely Colin. “It must be Ginny. Hey-” the tapestry fluttered as someone patted it “-Ginny, let us through, would you?”
Ginny was becoming frustrated in more ways than one. Colin didn’t seem to be able to take a hint and Harry was skillfully teasing her to the brink of climax before easing off and then doing it over again.
The tapestry fluttered again.
“Colin, bugger off!” Ginny managed to groan, even as Harry started using his fingers along with his tongue.
“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Colin asked worriedly. The tapestry fluttered again, and this time a corner at the floor drifted away from the wall- the sealing charm was wearing off. “Should I get a teacher or-”
But Ginny was past hearing as two of Harry’s fingers working in and out of her and his tongue massaged her clit. Once again she felt the first shudders of orgasm.
“Harry, please,” she panted. “I want you inside me. Now! Harry, please!”
“What?” a confused Colin said on the other side of the tapestry, but neither Harry nor Ginny paid him any attention. “You want me to get Harry?” The tapestry fluttered again and even more of it came loose from the wall. “Go on a different way,” Colin said to his friends. “And can one of you find Harry? I guess Ginny needs him. Maybe there’s a spell on the tapestry she can’t break or something.”
Harry stood and hastily undid his pants, shoving them down around his knees. Harry thrust into her and Ginny reveled in being able to wrap her legs around him without her knickers tangling around her ankles even as her orgasm overtook her.
Her body shuddered over and over again while Harry continued to thrust in and out of her, muttering her name.
One of Harry’s hands rested on the wall near her shoulder for balance, while the other gripped her around the waist. His thrusts began getting more erratic and Ginny knew he was close to finding his own release. She opened her eyes to watch him, but even as she noticed the slight sheen of sweat on Harry’s forehead, a clicking noise caught her attention.
“Colin!” She couldn’t help the gasp of surprise that escaped her when she saw Colin standing on their side of the tapestry, his camera smoking slightly from his picture taking.
Harry looked up at her, his eyes filled with confusion, even as he continued to orgasm. His body gave a final shudder and then he allowed Ginny to settle her feet on the floor once more. Slowly Ginny looked to the right, willing Harry to follow her gaze.
Colin watched them with wide eyes, still holding his camera poised. Harry saw him and his eyes narrowed. Colin gulped visibly and his hand without the camera groped for the tapestry.
“Go away.” Harry’s voice was so low and threatening that Ginny almost came again. But when Colin turned pale and darted out of the passageway, she had to bite back a giggle.
The tapestry closed behind Colin and fluttered soundlessly for a moment before becoming still once again. Harry rolled his eyes after Colin and then rested his right forearm against the wall near Ginny’s shoulder so that he could play with her hair.
Their clothing was halfway on and halfway off of their bodies and a slight draft drifted down the passage, making Ginny’s exposed nipples peak. Harry glanced down at them before looking up again to meet her eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her as his other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out something dark blue.
He dangled her knickers in front of her face with a smirk and said, “I have something that belongs to you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
Ginny smiled at him. “What do I have to do to get it back?” she asked in a sultry voice.
Instead of answering, he smiled- her smile- and leaned forward to kiss her. Ginny felt herself melt, even as she stretched up to meet him partway. And as Harry pressed her back against the wall once more, everything else faded away.