FIC: Happy Hour by the Lake, Part 2 (ADULT)
Title: Happy Hour by the Lake, Part 2
Author: r_becca aka BeccaFran
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: Adult
Length: ~1700
Warnings: teenage sex, exhibitionism, misuse of magical artifacts.
Summary: Time alone is hard to come by, so Harry and Ginny steal an hour when they can, with help from the invisibility cloak.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by this fabulous (and totally not work-safe!) artwork: Sunlit Days by thanfiction. It is also an entry for the invisibility cloak challenge. Thanks to lilyvalley73 for beta-reading.
Outside the dank stone walls of Hogwarts castle, the rays of the sun warmed Ginny's skin. She wasn't free from school yet, still stuck here for one last half of one last term, but for just a moment it almost seemed like freedom. The bright blue sky above, rough green grass under her feet, soft breeze ruffling her hair-- and an invisible hand reaching out of nothing to grab her arm, holding her tightly.
Ginny drew in a breath to scream, but a familiar voice stopped her short.
"Gin, it's me. Don't scream. Act normal."
"Harry?" It sounded like him, but this voice was a little deeper, rougher than the one Harry used in their fire calls. The sound of it sent a little shiver down Ginny's spine, energy skittering across her skin and sinking low in her belly.
"It's me," he confirmed. "Act normal."
Ginny opened her school bag and pretended to rummage around in it, hoping that made her look less strange for standing still in the middle of the lawn halfway to Greenhouse Four.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked. "I have Herbology in six minutes, and I have to get in there."
"Don't," he said roughly.
"What?" She looked up sharply, forgetting that he was wearing the cloak and would be invisible. When she realized that there was nothing to see in front of her eyes, she felt her face coloring with embarrassment.
"Don't go to class," Harry said. "I have an idea." As he outlined his plan in a whisper, her face grew even warmer and more flushed. She could feel the shiver of excitement spread outward from her spine across her skin, pooling here and there. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end, and her nipples grew tight and strained against the rough lace of her bra.
"Yeah," she said, and her voice was now as low and scratchy as Harry's. "All right."
He lifted up one corner of the cloak, and she slipped under it with him, disappearing from the sight of her classmates, the last of whom were entering the greenhouse just a few meters ahead of them.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him for a moment, his chest to her back. He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck, and his hands wandered slowly down over her hips. "I missed you," he said. "I had to see you."
She shivered a little and turned her head sideways, looking over her shoulder so she could see his face. His eyes were bright green under the messy fringe of his hair, his pupils small and focused. "I missed you, too, but--" Whatever joke she'd been going to make died in her throat as one of Harry's roving hands made its way up across her stomach, past her ribs, and squeezed one breast. His fingers found her stiff nipple and tweaked it, sending a bolt of pleasure right into her.
"Let's go," she said.
They walked like that, back-to-front, under the cloak for a little while, heading away from the greenhouses down toward the lake and the edge of the forest. Ginny really didn't have a clear idea of where they were going, but with each step they took, focusing her mind on the practicalities of the situation grew more and more difficult.
Harry's hands continued their exploratory path as they walked, first cupping one breast, then slippping down to squeeze her bum or circling around to trace light circles across her stomach and her thighs. He pulled her tight against him again as they crested a small hill, and thrust his hips against hers. He was hard already, rubbing against her through their clothes and sighing in her ear, his hot breath ruffling her hair.
"I had to see you," he said again, and the roughness of his voice left no doubt as to his meaning. "I had to--"
Ginny angled her hips and pushed back against him to increase the friction, her heart beating fast in her ears. "I know," she said. "Harry, I know, I--"
Quickly, Harry steered them off the path toward a soft patch of grass. There were several trees growing nearby, and the crest of the hill hid them from view of Ginny's classmates in the greenhouses, but the spot was still quite exposed to anyone who might happen to walk by on their way to the lake, the Quidditch Pitch, or a hundred other destinations. In the distance, Ginny could see a group of third-years at a Care of Magical Creatures lesson.
"We can't--" she said, blood pounding in her ears and a thrill running up and down her spine at the very thought. It was a weak protest at best.
"They can't see us," Harry whispered, and she was lost.
One of Harry's arms was wrapped around her waist, pulling her body tightly against his, and so when Ginny felt her own knees giving way, they sank to the grassy ground together, the ends of the cloak pooling around their knees.
Harry's legs were spread wide, and Ginny was poised between them, with his hardened erection pressing against her bum, their bodies separated by only a few thin layers of fabric. She could feel her heart racing and her skin growing hot at the idea of what they were about to do. They'd had sex before, or made love, whatever people called it, but before it had always been careful and romantic, candles and whispered questions and security spells. Before, she could see his face and feel his uncertainty, and even feel a bit uncertain herself.
Now, all she could feel was Harry's hands, and his cock, and the wetness in her own knickers. There was no uncertainty, no questions -- all she knew was wanting.
"Harry, please," she whispered, as he kissed her neck hungrily. "Please -- ah."
He laughed gently, quietly, and his breath tickled across her wet skin. Still, he complied with her pleas and reached around to the front of her blouse and unbuttoned it quickly, reaching inside as soon as it was open.
One of his hands kneaded her breast, his fingers handling her roughly and without the care she'd felt from him before, but Ginny didn't care about that. She felt pain and pleasure mingle together in the sensations shooting through her body, and could hardly tell which came from her own wanting and which came from Harry's insistent touches.
The strength of her own desire, bolstered by Harry's obvious urgency, pushed right past all the questions and concerns Ginny had always had before. She didn't care what he thought of her, or what someone else might say. There was only one thing she wanted in this moment.
With one hand, she rucked up her uniform skirt, tracing the line of her own thigh. Her knickers were wet to the touch, and she pressed her fingers firmly against them there, rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling the pressure and the slide of pleasure.
There was a rhythm there, like the beating of her heart, and as Ginny ground down against her own hand and then Harry's cock, she began to moan.
"Fuck, Harry, I need -- I want --"
"Sssh, I know, Gin," he said, taking one hand away from her breasts. "I know, but you need to be quiet. They can hear us."
At that, Ginny opened her eyes and looked at the students across the lawn -- not very far away at all. Some of them were looking around and giggling. She felt a bolt of heat run through her, as though she'd been struck by lighting, and could not hold back another moan. If they could only see what was happening right in front of their faces, what would they say, what would they think? It was too much to bear.
"Harry, I need you now," she gasped out, grinding backwards.
"Right then," he said, almost as if he wasn't speaking to her at all. "Muffliato."
Harry's hands rucked up the back of her skirt so that it was at her waist, and grasped her hips firmly. Ginny leaned forward, lifting and tilting her hips to give him the best angle, and pulled aside the crotch of her knickers to give him access. She heard a zipper, and a soft curse, and then he was there, pushing at her entrance.
As Harry slid inside her, Ginny threw her head back and opened her eyes, watching the people move around the grounds below her. And as she and Harry moved together and the pressure built low in her belly, Ginny felt almost as though the two of them were standing still while the entire world spun around them, as though the hustle and bustle of classes and daily life were going on without them, and they were separate and apart from the world in their tiny Ginny-and-Harry shaped bubble.
Then the physical took hold again, and Ginny fell headlong into reality, the slippery slide of their bodies and the sound of Harry's breathing, the feel of every cell of her skin on fire at once, the sense that her heart might beat its way right out of her chest, touch and taste and sound all bombarding her at once until it pushed her right over the top. A moment later, Harry followed with a loud cry, and collapsed against her back.
They sat there on the grass together for a long moment, neither moving. Harry pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and Ginny realized that her uniform shirt was still on, although it was now damp with sweat. Around them, a spring breeze blew, birds sang, students laughed, and the world continued spinning, but for the moment they were still apart from it.
"I guess you have to get back soon," he said after several minutes had passed.
"You know, I think I'd rather stay here with you," she said.
Author: r_becca aka BeccaFran
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: Adult
Length: ~1700
Warnings: teenage sex, exhibitionism, misuse of magical artifacts.
Summary: Time alone is hard to come by, so Harry and Ginny steal an hour when they can, with help from the invisibility cloak.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by this fabulous (and totally not work-safe!) artwork: Sunlit Days by thanfiction. It is also an entry for the invisibility cloak challenge. Thanks to lilyvalley73 for beta-reading.
Outside the dank stone walls of Hogwarts castle, the rays of the sun warmed Ginny's skin. She wasn't free from school yet, still stuck here for one last half of one last term, but for just a moment it almost seemed like freedom. The bright blue sky above, rough green grass under her feet, soft breeze ruffling her hair-- and an invisible hand reaching out of nothing to grab her arm, holding her tightly.
Ginny drew in a breath to scream, but a familiar voice stopped her short.
"Gin, it's me. Don't scream. Act normal."
"Harry?" It sounded like him, but this voice was a little deeper, rougher than the one Harry used in their fire calls. The sound of it sent a little shiver down Ginny's spine, energy skittering across her skin and sinking low in her belly.
"It's me," he confirmed. "Act normal."
Ginny opened her school bag and pretended to rummage around in it, hoping that made her look less strange for standing still in the middle of the lawn halfway to Greenhouse Four.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked. "I have Herbology in six minutes, and I have to get in there."
"Don't," he said roughly.
"What?" She looked up sharply, forgetting that he was wearing the cloak and would be invisible. When she realized that there was nothing to see in front of her eyes, she felt her face coloring with embarrassment.
"Don't go to class," Harry said. "I have an idea." As he outlined his plan in a whisper, her face grew even warmer and more flushed. She could feel the shiver of excitement spread outward from her spine across her skin, pooling here and there. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end, and her nipples grew tight and strained against the rough lace of her bra.
"Yeah," she said, and her voice was now as low and scratchy as Harry's. "All right."
He lifted up one corner of the cloak, and she slipped under it with him, disappearing from the sight of her classmates, the last of whom were entering the greenhouse just a few meters ahead of them.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him for a moment, his chest to her back. He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck, and his hands wandered slowly down over her hips. "I missed you," he said. "I had to see you."
She shivered a little and turned her head sideways, looking over her shoulder so she could see his face. His eyes were bright green under the messy fringe of his hair, his pupils small and focused. "I missed you, too, but--" Whatever joke she'd been going to make died in her throat as one of Harry's roving hands made its way up across her stomach, past her ribs, and squeezed one breast. His fingers found her stiff nipple and tweaked it, sending a bolt of pleasure right into her.
"Let's go," she said.
They walked like that, back-to-front, under the cloak for a little while, heading away from the greenhouses down toward the lake and the edge of the forest. Ginny really didn't have a clear idea of where they were going, but with each step they took, focusing her mind on the practicalities of the situation grew more and more difficult.
Harry's hands continued their exploratory path as they walked, first cupping one breast, then slippping down to squeeze her bum or circling around to trace light circles across her stomach and her thighs. He pulled her tight against him again as they crested a small hill, and thrust his hips against hers. He was hard already, rubbing against her through their clothes and sighing in her ear, his hot breath ruffling her hair.
"I had to see you," he said again, and the roughness of his voice left no doubt as to his meaning. "I had to--"
Ginny angled her hips and pushed back against him to increase the friction, her heart beating fast in her ears. "I know," she said. "Harry, I know, I--"
Quickly, Harry steered them off the path toward a soft patch of grass. There were several trees growing nearby, and the crest of the hill hid them from view of Ginny's classmates in the greenhouses, but the spot was still quite exposed to anyone who might happen to walk by on their way to the lake, the Quidditch Pitch, or a hundred other destinations. In the distance, Ginny could see a group of third-years at a Care of Magical Creatures lesson.
"We can't--" she said, blood pounding in her ears and a thrill running up and down her spine at the very thought. It was a weak protest at best.
"They can't see us," Harry whispered, and she was lost.
One of Harry's arms was wrapped around her waist, pulling her body tightly against his, and so when Ginny felt her own knees giving way, they sank to the grassy ground together, the ends of the cloak pooling around their knees.
Harry's legs were spread wide, and Ginny was poised between them, with his hardened erection pressing against her bum, their bodies separated by only a few thin layers of fabric. She could feel her heart racing and her skin growing hot at the idea of what they were about to do. They'd had sex before, or made love, whatever people called it, but before it had always been careful and romantic, candles and whispered questions and security spells. Before, she could see his face and feel his uncertainty, and even feel a bit uncertain herself.
Now, all she could feel was Harry's hands, and his cock, and the wetness in her own knickers. There was no uncertainty, no questions -- all she knew was wanting.
"Harry, please," she whispered, as he kissed her neck hungrily. "Please -- ah."
He laughed gently, quietly, and his breath tickled across her wet skin. Still, he complied with her pleas and reached around to the front of her blouse and unbuttoned it quickly, reaching inside as soon as it was open.
One of his hands kneaded her breast, his fingers handling her roughly and without the care she'd felt from him before, but Ginny didn't care about that. She felt pain and pleasure mingle together in the sensations shooting through her body, and could hardly tell which came from her own wanting and which came from Harry's insistent touches.
The strength of her own desire, bolstered by Harry's obvious urgency, pushed right past all the questions and concerns Ginny had always had before. She didn't care what he thought of her, or what someone else might say. There was only one thing she wanted in this moment.
With one hand, she rucked up her uniform skirt, tracing the line of her own thigh. Her knickers were wet to the touch, and she pressed her fingers firmly against them there, rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling the pressure and the slide of pleasure.
There was a rhythm there, like the beating of her heart, and as Ginny ground down against her own hand and then Harry's cock, she began to moan.
"Fuck, Harry, I need -- I want --"
"Sssh, I know, Gin," he said, taking one hand away from her breasts. "I know, but you need to be quiet. They can hear us."
At that, Ginny opened her eyes and looked at the students across the lawn -- not very far away at all. Some of them were looking around and giggling. She felt a bolt of heat run through her, as though she'd been struck by lighting, and could not hold back another moan. If they could only see what was happening right in front of their faces, what would they say, what would they think? It was too much to bear.
"Harry, I need you now," she gasped out, grinding backwards.
"Right then," he said, almost as if he wasn't speaking to her at all. "Muffliato."
Harry's hands rucked up the back of her skirt so that it was at her waist, and grasped her hips firmly. Ginny leaned forward, lifting and tilting her hips to give him the best angle, and pulled aside the crotch of her knickers to give him access. She heard a zipper, and a soft curse, and then he was there, pushing at her entrance.
As Harry slid inside her, Ginny threw her head back and opened her eyes, watching the people move around the grounds below her. And as she and Harry moved together and the pressure built low in her belly, Ginny felt almost as though the two of them were standing still while the entire world spun around them, as though the hustle and bustle of classes and daily life were going on without them, and they were separate and apart from the world in their tiny Ginny-and-Harry shaped bubble.
Then the physical took hold again, and Ginny fell headlong into reality, the slippery slide of their bodies and the sound of Harry's breathing, the feel of every cell of her skin on fire at once, the sense that her heart might beat its way right out of her chest, touch and taste and sound all bombarding her at once until it pushed her right over the top. A moment later, Harry followed with a loud cry, and collapsed against her back.
They sat there on the grass together for a long moment, neither moving. Harry pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and Ginny realized that her uniform shirt was still on, although it was now damp with sweat. Around them, a spring breeze blew, birds sang, students laughed, and the world continued spinning, but for the moment they were still apart from it.
"I guess you have to get back soon," he said after several minutes had passed.
"You know, I think I'd rather stay here with you," she said.