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Upon their arrival at Ginny's flat, everything was dark, and her flatmate wasn't home. When Ginny turned on the light in the hallway, she paused, dumbfounded, and muttered, "Oh. Cassy is bringing someone home tonight."
"How do you know?" Harry asked, looking around, baffled.
"The knickers on her doorknob. It means it might become louder tonight," Ginny said.
Harry scratched his head. "Why doesn't she put a silencing charm on her room? You said she's a witch."
Ginny giggled. "She claims her focus is elsewhere when she has a guest."
"Is her guest a wizard or a muggle?" Harry asked, curious.
"Who knows," Ginny shrugged. "Last time, it was a witch."
"Oh," muttered Harry. "Interesting".
Ginny raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Don't get your hopes up. Cassy doesn't share."
Harry gaped at her wide-eyed before he realized she was joking and shot her a mischievous grin, "Just so you know, neither do I."
"Same," Ginny said, grabbed Harry's hand, and pulled him into her room. "Come on, let's get comfortable."
"I thought you wanted to sleep," Harry teased her.
"Cuddling comes first," Ginny replied, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head against his chest. With a content moan, she looked up into his eyes. "I could use a few cuddles and a good smooch."
"I like that idea," Harry said quietly, gently stroking her cheek and kissing her. "You're really sure you want me to stay?"
Ginny nodded, and she meant it. "Yes. I don't want to be alone. Last night, I couldn't sleep because..." She shook her head pensively and sighed. "When you're with me, I just feel...calmer and...more confident that the shadows of the past are just that...shadows." She looked up and met his eyes. "Yes, I want you to stay. But only if you want that, too."
Harry pulled her closer and let his hand roam her back while the other reached into her hair, holding her head as his lips sought hers, and his tongue gently moved over hers, seeking entrance. With a soft moan, she melted into his embrace as their tongues began dancing around each other. Their lips were swollen when the lack of oxygen finally made them gasp for air.
"I'd like to stay," Harry answered Ginny's earlier question, looking into her eyes. "But I don't want our first time to happen because you needed a distraction."
Surprised, Ginny raised her eyebrow, kissed him quickly and said with a half-amused smile, "Don't worry. That's not it, silly." She bit her bottom lip when she suddenly remembered something and groaned, giving Harry a wry smile. "Damn. I forgot to get the damn pill, and I don't have condoms either."
"Sirius taught me the contraceptive charms," Harry admitted.
"I don't know if the contraceptive charm works on a squib, but I doubt it," Ginny replied with a sigh. "So I would understand if you don't want to stay."
Harry chuckled. "On the contrary. Under these circumstances, it makes it easier for me to stay." When Harry pulled her closer, she closed her eyes, enjoying his typical scent, a mix of sandalwood and citrus.
"Let's make ourselves comfortable," Ginny suggested after a while. "I'll go to the toilet to change. I have some larger T-shirts you could wear at night if you want."
Harry ran a hand through his hair and admitted sheepishly, "I usually sleep starkers. If it's okay for you, I'll only keep my boxers on."
Ginny eyed him, amused. "It's fine with me if it's fine with you. When it's too hot in the summer, I sometimes also sleep naked. But it's inconvenient when you have a roommate."
Grabbing her nightgown, Ginny made her way to the toilet. After changing, she took a peek at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her nightgown came down to mid-thigh, and she debated whether she should keep her knickers on and finally decided to do so.
When she returned to her bedroom, Harry had already turned off the lights, only her bedside lamp was still on. She gulped when she spotted the shirtless Harry in her bed, his eyes widening as he stared at her sheepishly. The blanket was half turned down, making it look like he was naked. Ginny's heart suddenly pounded louder. She took a deep breath to calm herself enough to meet his gaze. Returning Harry's sheepish smile, she climbed into bed, accepting the welcoming embrace and a hearty kiss with a satisfied sigh.
So cuddled up to Harry, his scent, made even more intense thanks to their proximity, almost took her breath away. She felt her nipples stiffen, and a tingling sensation ran down her spine.
"You smell amazing, so flowery," Harry breathed into her ear and sniffed again, his nose brushing her neck. "I've smelled it before, but with you half-naked in my arms, it's almost mind-numbing."
Ginny laughed. "It's my perfume. My mum makes it for me. You can ask her for the recipe if you want to try it."
Harry grinned. "I'd bet it smells better on you."
"You smell good, too, by the way. So manly." Ginny let her nose travel across his chest. "It makes me feel adventurous."
"I thought, there's no sex without contraception." Harry kissed the tip of her nose with an amused grin.
"Oh, men," Ginny groaned, rolling her eyes. "For you, sex is just shagging, isn't it. But there're more things you can do."
Harry shot her an offended look. "That's not true," he complained, flashed her an admiring glance and corrected himself. "I meant, it's not true that all I can think about is shagging."
Ginny chuckled. "Now, should I be offended or admire your modesty?"
"I don't care as long as you're in my arms."
Straddling Harry, she kissed him and took off his glasses. "they're only in the way," she purred, putting them on the nightstand.
"I can't see you anymore," he complained, laughing.
"Then we have to move closer together," Ginny kissed the tip of his nose and snuggled up to him, pushing her upper body against his chest. "Or touch and feel." A smug grin crossed her face as she felt Harry's erection against her navel. She slid off him. Looking into his eyes, she ran her hand over the enormous bulge in his boxers. Harry inhaled sharply, his pupils darkened, and he breathed, "Please don't play with me, I..."
"I don't plan on playing," Ginny replied, her voice hoarse, and her hand cautiously reached into his boxers, her eyes never leaving his. With a devilish grin, she moved her head closer until their lips met in a sweet and lingering kiss that didn't stop Ginny from cupping his balls and massaging them slowly. Harry promptly intensified the kiss, and a satisfied moan escaped him against her lips. She felt Harry's hand gropingly pulling her nightdress up, trying to get his hand into her knickers. As she opened her legs a little to make it easier for Harry, she immediately noticed a finger, followed by a second, running over her clit and probing into her.
Relieved, Harry noticed that Ginny had given him some more space and tried to push her knickers aside a little to give his fingers access to her warm, wet slit and let them dip into it. Satisfied, he noted how Ginny arched her back with a soft moan, only to gasp as her hand jerked him in a tight grip. She turned a bit, and he almost had to bend his arm to continue his ministrations.
Suddenly, Ginny let go of him, and Harry, somewhat disappointed, opened his eyes, only to look at her grinning face. "This is all a bit awkward," she complained, pulling her nightgown over her head before reaching for his boxers and pulling them down with the comment, "Lift your butt up." Harry snickered and didn't let Ginny lie down again until she'd taken her knickers off, too.
His breath hitched as she slid her breasts provocatively over his face, and he suddenly got a not-so-clear view of a flaming bush of hair. He groaned, "Now that things are getting exciting, I don't have my glasses on."
"You can take a peek later," Ginny replied, giving him a smack on the ear that sent a shiver down his spine.
She lay down next to him, her head on his shoulder, and, with a mischievous grin, guided his hand down to his erection. When he looked down at himself, mildly surprised, she said softly, "Look into my eyes." Their eyes met again, and Ginny slowly let her hand drift down to her wet, eagerly waiting vulva and let her middle finger circle her clitoris. She grinned as Harry's expression finally showed understanding, he silently laughed and began to slowly stroke himself. Leaning her head forward a little, she kissed Harry reassuringly and leaned back to look him in the eyes again, their faces much closer now. As Harry's breathing became heavier and he tensed a little, Ginny added two more fingers, increased the pressure on her centre and let her fingers plunge into her slick wetness, moaning excitedly.
Never taking their eyes off each other, they became more and more aroused until Ginny couldn't take it anymore, and Harry kissed deeply, moaning, "Let's switch." She reached for his erection, stroking it with a firm grip as she placed Harry's hand on her twitching, wet spot, where he immediately plunged his fingers into her, watching her reaction. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth to lick them carefully while moaning softly. His fingers explored the depths of her most intimate place again while he pressed his palm against her clitoris.
As Harry's fingers entered her again, Ginny moaned in pleasure. Harry shot her a content smile, and she closed her eyes to relish the many little spasms that shook her. Harry's tireless fingers and the pressure of his hand against her clitoris drove Ginny pretty fast to her climax, making her back arch in ecstasy and her body quiver uncontrollably. When the shaking finally subsided, Ginny opened her eyes and looked into Harry's smug face.
"Now it's your turn," Ginny declared, reaching for Harry's almost neglected erection. Stroking it gently, she increased the pressure of her grip, watching with interest his foreskin moving back and forth. Running her tongue over her lips, she leaned forward to lick the underside of his cockhead, making Harry tense. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it, gently at first, and then harder until Harry's body tension increased again. He groaned softly, "Oah, Gin. Gin." His breathing became heavier, and she took him deeper into her mouth, massaging his balls. As Harry reached into her hair and held her head, she sucked more vigorously, her head bobbing up and down while working the length of his penis with her hand.
"Gin, careful. I'm coming," Harry groaned, releasing her head. Ginny didn't let herself be deterred and continued sucking as an enormous gush of sperm poured into her mouth. She had trouble swallowing it all and laughed to herself when she finally managed it.
After a final, loving kiss to the tip of his cock, she moved and kissed Harry on the mouth, grinning. "You taste good. A little salty, but good. Do you agree?" she teased.
"I'd bet you taste better," Harry replied, chuckling.
"You can taste me later," Ginny offered.
He eyed her, amused. "Oh, someone can't get enough."
"I said later." Ginny giggled, resting her head on his shoulder and huddling against him, purring, "Right now, it feels so cosy to cuddle with you."
** HG **
Harry's eyes snapped open when he heard a noise. He tried to orient himself, glad to spot his glasses next to the bedside lamp. He pushed them up his nose and couldn't hide a grin when he noticed Ginny stepping through the door, shooting him a smile when she saw he was awake.
"I just went to the loo," she explained her absence, pulled her nightgown over her head and playfully threw it at Harry's face.
Harry caught it and sniffed it with pleasure. He looked up at Ginny, who was watching him, giggling, and swallowed.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, staring at her adoringly. He scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing her hand, she pulled her closer. Her flaming red bush right in front of his eyes, he reverently ran his fingers through her pubic hair and breathed in the scent.
"If I'd known what was happening today, I could have shaved a bit," Ginny said in an apologetic tone.
Harry glanced up at her. "Why? I like it that way."
"Doesn't it bother you to have hair in your mouth when you... you know?"
"Oh, I don't mind." Harry laughed and gave her a mischievous grin. "But if you really want to, I could perform a shaving charm."
Ginny laughed. "Maybe next time."
"Oh. You're chickening out! Are you scared," Harry teased.
"Of course not," Ginny replied, raising her chin. "Okay, then do it!"
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, surprised. He'd not expected this reaction. Standing up, he looked Ginny in the eyes. "I was joking."
Licking her lips, Ginny glanced down at Harry admiringly. "Little Harry is eager," she stated, her voice rough. "Can't wait to see my bald pussy, can he? Or should I take care of him?"
Harry shook his head. "Now it's your turn," he said firmly. "Lay down."
Ginny lay down on the bed, and Harry climbed between her legs. His wand at ready, he stared at her red curly triangle, with the wet, shiny lips peeking out from it. He ran his middle finger through the warm, wet slit and looked Ginny in the eyes. "Are you really sure?"
She nodded. "Yep. Just do it!"
"And what kind of hairstyle would you like?"
Biting her bottom lip indecisively, she met Harry's gaze. Her eyes flashed challengingly. "I want it bald!"
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. He swallowed. "Really?
"Now get started," Ginny demanded instead of answering.
Harry held his wand tighter and cut off a tuft of hair, placing it on the nightstand. "I'll keep this as a talisman."
"Don't you dare?" Ginny snorted. I'll get horny every time I remember you're carrying my pussy hair around with you."
"That's fine by me," Harry replied smugly, refocusing on his task. Opening Ginny's legs a little more, he moved his wand once in a criss-cross pattern over the curly, fluffy hair - and it was gone.
"Oops!" Ginny blurted and ran her hand over the suddenly bare spot between her legs. "That was quick and felt - strange." She dipped her fingers into her slightly open, glistening slit to wet them, then started gently massaging her clit, her eyes set on Harry to observe his reaction.
Licking his lips, Harry stared down at Ginny. He smiled briefly at her and lay down, his head between her legs. Slowly inserting his probing middle finger into Ginny's welcoming slick vagina, he let his tongue wander over the bud that seemed to be blooming before his eyes. His glasses, suddenly in the way, were pushed carelessly over the edge of the bed. Using both hands, Harry spread her labia and ran his tongue along the entire slit several times before finally gently sucking on her clitoris. At Ginny's moan of pleasure, he sucked a little harder, causing her to stiffen and arch her back. Not wanting Ginny to come too quickly, he ran his tongue around her clit.
Ginny grabbed his hair. "Turn around, I want to play with my new favourite toy," Ginny demanded, slightly out of breath.
Chuckling, Harry lay on his back and helped Ginny on top of him. As he felt her take him into her mouth and begin to stroke him, he gently plunged three fingers into her, penetrating her whilst his tongue circled around the bud of her clitoris. He shivered as Ginny sucked in his ball and tightened her grip on his shaft.
As he penetrated Ginny harder, he suddenly felt his little finger accidentally dip into her back entrance. Ginny hissed, arching her back.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled.
"Put it back in," Ginny demanded, breathing heavily.
Harry did as he was told. Dipping his fingers into both of her openings, he sucked on her clit. Since Ginny wasn't idle either, busy working on him with her mouth, it was hard for Harry to focus. A pleasant tremor ran through him as his climax approached. He held Ginny with both arms, his mouth eager to make her come before him. The moment he moaned loudly and felt himself pouring into Ginny's ever-ready mouth, she also began to shake violently and suddenly collapse on him with a loud, "Harry, F-U-C-K, Harry!"
There was a moment of silence before Ginny giggled softly. "That was fantastic. Imagine what we would have missed if we had just shagged."
Carefully, she pulled her leg out from under Harry's shoulder and crawled back into his embrace. Lying at the foot of the bed, they exchanged tender kisses until their pulses calmed down again.
Reluctantly, Harry pulled away from their embrace and, at Ginny's questioning look, said, "I need to go to the loo."
Searching for his boxers, he let his eyes wander around but couldn't find them anywhere. "My underpants have to be somewhere," he finally muttered.
Ginny giggled. "I hung it over the doorknob to let Cassy know I'm not alone."
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Do you expect me to run naked to the toilet? What would Cassy think of me?"
"She'd whistle after you in admiration," Ginny replied, grinning.
Opening the door a crack, Harry quickly put on his boxers and hurried to the toilet. The light was still on in Ginny's flatmate's room, as Harry could see through the crack in the floor, and the knickers were still hanging on her doorknob.
When Harry returned, he stripped off his boxers and shot Ginny a questioning look. "Should I put them back on the doorknob?"
"If you're ready for another round?" Ginny replied, grinning.
Harry snorted and wrapped his boxers around the doorknob. When he lay down next to Ginny, she grinned mischievously at him. "Next time, we need condoms. It takes a while for the pill to work."
"Looks like you can't wait." Harry laughed. "Should I buy some, or do you want to take care of it?" he asked teasingly
"Both!" Ginny replied without batting an eyelid. "You buy some for Grimmauld Place, and I'll buy some for here."
"Oh. Someone needs a good shag."
"Yep, you." Ginny snorted. "At least, that's what little Harry told me when I kissed him. He almost burst with anticipation."
"You're a little minx," Harry grinned, fighting a yawning fit.
"It's a good thing I took a few days off," Ginny said, sniggering. "We can sleep in before I go and check on Mum and Dad."