Title: Harry's Reward

Author: Neko Niece

Keywords: Fanfiction b(12) g(11), First, Consensual, Implied Incest

Summary: The story takes place in the middle of Chapter 18 of 
"The Chamber of Secrets", before the students are sent home at the 
end of the Term. After saving her from the Basilisk, Ginny wishes 
to thank Harry in a very special way. For Harry's sake, it's a good 
thing there is no spell on the boy's staircase to keep girls out.



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Harry's Reward


(Book 2, Ch 18.5)


   Harry woke with a start.  Something moved just beyond the perimeter of
his bed.  Being in the middle of the first blast of summer, the windows
were full open and the moon shone directly into their room.  With a sudden
intake of breath Harry readied a yell as against his draperies, he saw the
shadow of a figure, poised near his bed with wand raised.

   "Soundelopus" someone hissed and a gentle spark issued from the wand.

   And yell Harry did!  "Hey someone's in here!" He shouted to the air, but
his only answer was the issuance of Neville's notorious snore.  He drew
himself up, away from the figure, wishing he had his wand, or even his
glasses.

   "No one's gonna hear you Harry," squeaked a shy voice.  Harry sat
stunned he knew that voice!  The bed curtains were pulled back, and through
a blur, Harry could make out Ginny's uncertain face.

   "Ginny," he whispered harshly.  His temper was flaring, she had given
him such a start.  Now she was going to get both of them in trouble.  She
knew that girls weren't allowed in the boy's dormitories!  "What are you
doing here?"

   "You don't have to whisper.  No one can hear us," she said in her
normally quiet voice accompanied by a shy smile.  "I just wanted to thank
you for rescuing me."

   Harry reached for his glasses on the stand beside his bed.  "That's ok
Ginny.  But couldn't it have waited till morning?"

   Ginny looked up at him.  Her cheeks were blushed as red as the Weasley
red-hair trademark.  "I had to tell you tonight cuz tomorrow we're going
back home."

   Harry considered this and nodded.  Sometimes a thank you can be pretty
personal.  They wouldn't get another chance to be alone.  Besides he kinda
liked her.  For not the first time, he thought about how much fun he would
have had if he had siblings.  Squashing back a pain of regret, he told her,
"It's ok Ginny, I was glad to help." He ended his words with the most
comforting smile he could muster.  "But what was that charm you cast
before?"

   "Oh that," she said blushing even redder.  "Just something that creates
a bubble that lets sound in but not out."

   "Wow.  You mean I can shout as loud as I want to and no one would hear
me?"

   Ginny nodded, trying not to meet his eyes.

   "But that's great!  Did you learn it here?"

   "No," Ginny said finally looking up at him.  "It's umm well it's a
secret charm that Fred and George taught me."

   "I didn't know they knew a spell like that," Harry commented.  But
seeing as they are always sneaking around I suppose it would come in handy,
he thought.

   Ginny just nodded and looked down at her slippered feet.  Harry noticed
for the first time that she was shivering slightly in the night air. 
"Maybe you better get to bed.  You look cold," Harry said with concern.

   "Well Ummm I was hoping that Can I stay with you for a while?" She
looked up at him with hope and admiration filling her eyes.

   Harry didn't know what to say.  Her request hit his gut almost as hard
as when Malfoy cast that breadbasket hex on him in Potions Class and Snapes
took 25 points away from Grifendore just because he started heaving for
breath.

   Biting her bottom lip, Ginny appeared very wary, as if she wanted to
bolt, cry or fling herself at him.  Or all three.

   "If anyone caught you here, we'd both get in a lot of trouble, even
expelled!"

   "Please Harry," she pleaded.  "I don't wanna go back alone.  I'm afraid
to be alone."

   Harry's last bit of resistance melted when he saw her shiver
uncontrollably.  He supposed it would be extremely natural to still be
afraid after what she'd been through.  She'd nearly died.  So did he for
that matter.  And besides, when it came down to it, he really didn't want
to be alone either, so he nodded.  "OK," he said.  "You can stay for a
while but you gotta go before dawn."

   Ginny grinned and it reminded him of the blue Imps that Professor
Lockheart had released in Defense of the Dark Arts class.  For a moment it
was unsettling, but then Ginny was crawling up onto the bed.  He watched
her with mixed feelings.  He was certainly afraid about being caught, but
then there was another feeling too.  Her nightgown, though heavy clung to
her back and shoulders, but hung down in front and Harry glimpsed what he
was certain to be her bare chest.  It was only for an instant, but it was
enough.  Oh no, not now he thought as he felt a familiar arousal in his
groin.

   Covering himself again with the blankets, he turned on his side away
from her and scooted as far as he could to the edge of the bed.

   He could feel as she settled down and slipped under the covers.  Once
her leg brushed up against his, and they both withdrew as suddenly as the
contact had occurred.  As she stopped moving, he listened to her breath,
afraid that if he moved, he would accidentally come into contact with her.
Bad decision Harry, he berated himself.

   It was an odd feeling, however, to be lying next to someone, sharing
their warmth under the blankets.  He had to admit that it felt rather nice.
Perhaps too nice, he thought with a groan and risked a squeeze of his
member.

   "Harry?" Ginny asked uncertainly.

   Harry froze.  Oh no, she'd heard him.  She knew what he was doing and
she'd tell someone for sure!

   But Ginny didn't seem upset, instead she sidled up to him.  His skin
burned, even through his pajamas, where she touched him.  "Thanks for
letting me stay," she whispered into his ear and kissed him on the cheek.
Her arm snaked around his chest and she snuggled closer into his back.  He
could feel her body as she pressed into him, her warm breath on his neck as
she settled down on his pillow.

   Every nerve on Harry's body was standing on end.  He shouldn't be
feeling like this for her.  She was only eleven!  But his rationale shot
back that he was only twelve.  But still, he argued with himself.  She's
Ron's sister!  He'd kill me if he found out!

   If only she'd go to sleep!  But it wasn't to happen.  Ginny's arm didn't
stay still for long, and her hand caressed his chest and he found himself
holding his breath, just as his hand held his penis.  The sensation of her
fingers running across his chest was almost too much as he squeezed himself
rhythmically.  Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, her hand
began hesitantly going lower.

   What was she doing?  He shouted in his head.  He wanted to jump up and
yell, but he was afraid that if he did that, he would frighten her, or
worse, she'd stop.  So he just stayed still, both hoping she'd halt her
ever downward travel, and praying she'd continue.

   Then her hand came into contact with his own and for a moment, she
stopped moving as though reconsidering.  Harry felt as though he were about
to die.  Her hand was just millimeters away from his penis, only his own
hand separated the direct contact.  He was just wondering what to do, when
her fingers began caressing the top of his hand.  His heart was beating so
fast now, that he thought for she that even she could hear it.  Just when
he thought that it couldn't get better, Ginny's fingers drifted to the edge
of his hand, trying to wedge their way under.

   "Ginny," Harry managed to croak.

   "Shhhh Harry," She whispered into his ear.  "It's ok."

   What did she mean it was ok!  It's It's Then her hand managed to get
under his own and she was holding him tight and all conscious thought fled.
The only thing he could think of was how warm her hand felt and that he
never wanted her to let go.

   Ginny giggled and pulled on him ever so slightly and Harry felt his hips
move to compensate for her movement.

   Harry's eyes opened when she let go of him.  Shy did she stop?  Didn't
she like it?  Did she do it just to shock him?  Well it worked.  He was
about to voice his objection when he felt her hand slither under the
elastic band of this pajamas.  Harry caught her wrist in his hand and
writhed onto his back.  Ginny was on her side facing him, her head propped
up on her arm.  She was smiling at him as her red hair cascaded down her
arm.

   She leaned over and kissed him.  Her lips were so very soft, he thought.
And her breath had just a hint of cinnamon.  So this was a kiss!  Then he
felt something warm and wet pressed against his lips, struggling to enter
his mouth.  Is that her tongue?  Ewww, Harry thought and tried to pull back
but Ginny just moved with him until he was trapped against his pillow.

   Her tongue continued its barrage against his lips until he relented and
opened his mouth.  Heat.  With the tang of fresh cinnamon and so
wonderfully exciting.  Now he knew why they kissed like this in the movies.
He wondered what else he thought to be disgusting was actually fun.  He
found himself eagerly seeking her mouth with his tongue, dancing with hers.
He put his arms around her, trying to pull her in.  Anything to get closer
to him.

   Ginny broke the kiss in a giggle, and Harry didn't want to let go but
watched her with breathless anticipation.  There was a twinkle in her eye
as her hair flowed down around them.  "Harry, you're poking me," she said
with another giggle.

   Harry, suddenly became aware of his penis pressing into her thigh.  He
could feel himself blushing as the blood rose swiftly to his cheeks.  "I'm
a," he groped for words as he tried to wiggle out from under her.

   "No don't," Ginny said softly as she put a leg on each side of his hips.
"I like it, don't you?"

   Harry couldn't believe it.  His penis was now pressing hard against
something that felt even more hot than her hand.  It was soft, yet firm and
ever so hot.  It was her sex, he knew.  He'd seen some of Uncle Vernon's
girlie magazines before.  He wondered briefly if Ginny was as hairy down
there as the girls in the magazine were.  She certainly didn't have the
boobs they did.

   Ginny sat up, straddling him.  Harry's eyes fell from her gaze to her
flat chest and then down to where her nightgown crumpled between them, with
one bare knee peaking out at him.  It still had an abrasion, red but
healing.  He suddenly wished that he could kiss it and make it heal.

   When he looked back at her face, she was smiling down on him, then
looked for herself at their sexes meshing against each other.  She gave a
wriggle then dew up her nightgown, shifting her weight to raise the hem
until her white panties were fully in view, resting solidly on his bulge.

   Harry's eyes were glued to the hem as it rose, and when it revealed her
panties, he thought for sure he was going to faint.  Things like this just
don't happen, he tried telling himself, but then his other voice had to
pipe in, Yeah sure, and people don't go around living in diaries either.

   It was real and it was happening to him.  Her smile was so damn
contagious, he couldn't help but smile back at her.  When he did, she
dropped her nightgown and leaned forward and kissed him again.  This time
Harry, knowing what to expect, opened his mouth in anticipation.  Their
lips and tongues met and they kissed deep and long.

   As they kissed, Harry's hands didn't remain still on her back, but
roamed downward onto her small butt and down her thighs.  When they came
across the hem, Harry slipped his hands underneath and felt her warm skin
on her calf and followed them to her knees and further up to her thighs
until he encountered the edge of her panties resting on the globes of her
rear end.  He toyed with the edge momentarily before gliding his hands over
her panty-clad rear and up to the small of her back, and further up,
sliding his hands over her bare skin, all the way to her shoulders.

   She was hugging him now, their kiss momentarily ended, though his hands
were still gliding across her naked back.  He could feel every bone, every
ridge and muscle.  She moaned slightly into his ear and it made Harry proud
that what he was doing felt good to her.  He was suddenly aware just how
much he wanted to please her.

   Ginny sat back up on him, his hands holding her at the waist.  She
grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and in one motion, had whipped it over
her head.  This was Harry's first view of a real live naked (well almost
naked) girl and it threatened to overwhelm him.  Her chest wasn't quite as
flat as he had thought.  Two very slight mounds rose from her skin and were
topped by very hard and very tiny nipples, scrunched up like two large,
very pick raisons.  The freckles on her face, he was surprised to see,
continued onto her chest and the whole thing looked very exciting and his
fingers itched to feel these forbidden areas.

   But before he could raise his hands, she was back down on him, once more
hugging him as his hands coninued to roam her back and sides.

   It didn't take long for him to find her ticklish spot just under her
arms.  At first when he touched it, she giggled and squirmed a bit and he
had to return.  When he did, she thrashed about a bit more and Harry used
more pressure, digging gently into her exposed flesh until she was flat on
her back and gasping for breath from the laughing fit.

   She caught his hands, still giggling and looking down at her, his heart
felt so very light.  He kissed her on the forehead and laid down next to
her, wrapping his arm around her.

   "Harry," Ginny said quietly, her hand entwined in his.

   "Hmm?" Harry responded.  His eyes were closed and he was inhaling the
delicate lavender fragrance in her hair.

   "You never said."

   "I never said what?" Harry asked opening his eyes to gaze at her.

   "Do you like it?  Do you like me?"

   "Of course I do!" Harry shot back, offering a kiss.  Now that he knew
what they could feel like, it was like he was addicted to them.  He
wondered if there was a kiss flavor in Bertie Bott's All Flavour Beans.

   She kissed him back but broke the connection quicker than he would have
liked.  He was slightly irritated but he held back his retort.

   "Then why aren't you touching me?" Her eyes seemed to be searching his
and Harry had the eerie feeling that she was looking for something in his
brain.

   "I am touching you," he said in defense and moved his arm that lay
across her ribs.  "See?"

   She looked perplexed and slightly irritated.  "No I mean like this," she
said as she drew his hand up and placed his palm over her breast.

   He could feel the pebble of a nipple poking into the fleshy part in his
hand and moved so he could explore it with his fingers.  Holding the nipple
gently between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it gently and Ginny
moaned.

   "Are you ok?" he asked concerned, his hand shooting away from her chest.


   Ginny opened her eyes and looked very grumpy as she glared at him.  For
a moment, Harry thought she was going to hit him.  He must have really hurt
her, he thought.  But she just grabbed his hand and replaced it on her
breast.  "It didn't hurt," she told him softly.  "It felt good.  Please do
it some more?"

   His heart slowing to a semi rushed pace, he rubbed the nipple and
pressed it and pulled it, playing with the seemingly rubber flesh, and all
the time Ginny rubbed at her abdomen and moaned.  He was fascinated that
her body seemed to be constantly in motion.

   "Kiss it," Ginny pleaded, suddenly opening her eyes.  "Kiss it like we
kiss ok?"

   Harry nodded.  He didn't need any more enticement than that, and wished
he would have thought of it first.  When he placed his mouth over her
breast, Ginny's back arched and both her hands wrapped around Harry's head,
her fingers stroking his already unkempt hair.

   Harry grinned as he played with her nipple with his tongue and lips, and
suddenly remembering she had two breasts and his hand moved to find it's
twin.  Ginny let out a powerfully exciting groan when his fingers found its
target.  Her breathing was erratic and her body was moving with an
intensity he could never have imagined.  He crawled over her so that he was
between her legs and she immediately wrapped her legs around his back and
pushed herself against his stomach.

   Her movements were becoming more violent and Harry was beginning to
worry about her, but she wouldn't let him withdraw his mouth.  She was
indeed mashing his face so hard against her that he was worried that his
glasses were going to break.

   Then suddenly she went rigid, her muscles clamping hard against his body
and she made high-pitched guttural noises, then almost as quick as it
happened, her muscles released their tension and she seemed to sink into
the mattress.

   Harry picked up his head, more than slightly worried.  "Are you all
right?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

   Ginny opened her eyes.  She was smiling at him as her breath began to
calm.  "I'm wonderful, thank you."

   "Did you have a seizure or something?"

   "No silly," she said as she gently took off his glasses and deposited
them carefully on the nightstand.  "It was an orgasm." She would have
blushed, Harry was sure (he was), but her whole body seemed to be blushing.
He felt stupid.  Of course it was an orgasm.  He'd read about that in the
magazine.  But...  He just didn't know what one was.

   "DidDid you like it?"

   "Yes," she said as she struggled to sit up enough to hug him.  "It was
wonderful." Harry just reveled in the way her sweat and lavender fragrance
tickled at his nose and groin.

   When the embrace was broken, Ginny laid back down and started
unbuttoning his shirt.  "What are you doing?" He asked though he made no
move to stop her.

   "It's no fair that I don't got nothing on and you do.  Besides hugging
feels better with just skin," she told him matter-of-factly.

   It was an easy war to win and Harry shrugged off his shirt so that it
too lay in a heap at the foot of his bed.  Then she started tugging at his
pajama bottoms.  "Wait" Harry said slightly frantic as he caught her hands.
"II don't have anything on underneath," he protested.

   Ginny gave him a wry grin.  "That's ok, I wanna see it."

   "But yours is covered," he said with a glance at her panty-clad crotch.

   "That's ok.  You can take mine off after.

   With a bemused smile, Harry got up on his knees and Ginny laid down on
her stomach as she drew the pajama bottoms down off his butt and down to
his knees, his penis springing in the air, free for her to see in all its
hardness.

   Ginny giggled and Harry felt a wave of embarrassment flush over him.  He
wanted to pull up his bottoms and get away from her.  But then she wrapped
her hand around it, and he didn't care.  The sensation was so much stronger
than through the material.  It felt so wonderful.

   She began sliding her hand back and forth along the short length and his
knees felt as though someone had cast a jelly legs hex on him.

   "Oh wow," he muttered and Ginny giggled again.  She gave the head a
quick peck of a kiss before getting up on her knees and pushing him onto
his back where she proceeded to tug at his pajama bottoms until he was
totally naked.

   She then crawled up between his legs and laying her head on his thigh,
she caressed his penis with her hand.  Harry was in utter heaven.  This
felt so much better then when he touched himself.  She played with the
light coating of pubic hair that had begun to grow since last spring.

   With yet another giggle, Ginny said "Harry, you're not very hairy," and
broke down into a fit of giggles.

   "Haha very funny!" He said trying not to be resentful.  Thankfully it
wasn't difficult with her hand still doing wonderful things to his penis.

   "Watch," she said with an impish grin as she positioned her head over
him.  She carefully drew back her hair from falling over her shoulders and
forced it to one side.  Then with her weight resting on one arm and her
other hand holding him, she kissed the tip again.  With her eyes locked on
his, she opened her mouth and let him enter into her.  She didn't stop
until her nose was resting in his downy pubic hair.

   Harry forgot to breathe.  It was so hot and so wonderfully wet.  It was
a feeling that just couldn't be described.  He got the oddest feeling that
she was smiling at him, even though her mouth was full of him.

   Then she pulled upward and his wet penis glistened in the moon's
radiance.  And now she WAS smiling at him.  "You like?" she asked.

   "Yes," Harry groaned, wanting her to do it again.  With the smile
plastered to her face, she engulfed him once more.  Then she began an in
and out motion that Harry quickly caught onto and was soon thrusting his
hips up at her with each downward stroke.

   Harry began to feel an urgency that he had never felt before.  He had to
keep it up, but faster.  He wanted to shove as much of himself into her as
he could.  She seemed to sense what he was feeling because she doubled her
efforts and even used her hand to stroke him when he wasn't buried in her
mouth.

   Then it happened.  Something incredible and beyond his wildest hopes. 
He felt like a rubber band, pulled back and taut, then suddenly let go. 
His penis was his whole world right now and his vision dimmed as he felt
himself spurt something into her mouth.  Once, twice, three times it
pulsed. Then a fourth and a fifth.  Until finally he relaxed muscles that
he didn't know were tensed.

   "Oh wow," he said as he let his head fall to the bed and he looked up at
the canopy.  "That was incredible!" he said with exhausted excitement.

   Ginny was crawling up his body, leaving his penis twitching with over
stimulation as her bare skin dragged against it.  When she reached his
head, she kissed him lightly on the lips and sank into the crook of his
arms, still smiling and watching him.

   Suddenly he propped himself up on his arm and looked down at her, her
head still resting on his forearm.  "Could we do that again?" he asked with
a renewed eagerness.

   With a giggle, Ginny told him they could.  "But there are other things
too," she reminded him.

   Harry was about to ask what could be better than what they just did,
when his gaze traveled down her lithe body, past an adoringly cute "innie"
navel, to her still covered mystery.

   He grinned.  This was better than unwrapping the presents at Christmas!
He hooked his fingers under the elastic band and pulled them slowly down
until her hairless mound came into view.  A bit further treated him to his
first site of her little slit, bisecting the bottom of her mound.  He
stopped and admired the view.  For perhaps the first time in his life, he
was glad to be nearsighted!

   Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she wasn't hairless at all, but
like on her legs, a very fine blonde down covered her mound.  Where he
supposed that someday it would be covered by coarse hair like in the
magazine.  He was glad he could see it now without all that in the way.

   Then with an impatient sound, she raised her knees and pushed the
panties off herself, flinging them up somewhere near the pillow.  While her
legs were raised, Harry's heart about stopped as two puffy folds peaked out
at him from between her thighs.

   "Well?" Ginny asked as she stroked his arm ever so gently.  It sent
shivers of pleasure up his backbone.  He looked at her eyes.  She smiled
and scrunched her nose at him.  He kissed her belly button, then her mound
and then as she spread her knees apart for him, he kissed her nether lips,
sticking out his tongue as he did when they kissed.

   He heard Ginny gasp with a sharp intake of breath.  And he grinned.  She
had a musky sweaty smell that seemed to go straight to his groin and a
taste that was sharp and sweet.  From that moment, he knew he was hooked
and he positioned himself so he could better get his tongue in there.

   Again, as like when he was sucking on her nipple, she ran her fingers
through his hair and wrapped her legs around the back of his neck.

   If he thought she was squirmy then, now she was downright mobile!  Her
hips continued to thrust up against him, crushing his nose against her
pelvis.  And he loved it just as much as she seemed to be enjoying it.

   Then her fingers joined his tongue as it flicked back and forth, in and
out of her lips.

   "Do it here," she said as she placed two fingers near the top of her
slit.  Revealed between them and protected by a little hood of flesh was a
small knob no bigger than a pencil's eraser half worn.  He did as she bid
and flicked his tongue over it and she let out a small scream and
shuddered. Grinning, he attacked the spot without mercy and soon she was
rolling back and forth and bucking so hard that he had to really work to
keep his tongue in contact with it.

   Then with a handful of his hair, she bucked up against his face and her
muscles went tense.  This time he knew what was happening and he renewed
his assault on the suddenly immobile nub.  She stiffened even harder, if he
thought that was possible and pulled his face closer.  Then with a sudden
release, she fell back to the bed, but his lips were still locked over that
spot and with only a few strokes of his tongue, she stiffened yet again. 
This time it didn't last as long as the first, before she fell again to the
bed.  Three more times he repeated it and three times she fell in rhythmic
bliss.  Until she had to push him away, gasping for breath.

   "Geeze Harry!" She panted.  "Where'd you learn that?"

   "I dunno," he told her.  "It just felt right like flying."

   "Well you can do that anytime you want!  It's better than..." She cut
her words off suddenly.

   "Better then what?" Harry asked, definitely intrigued.

   "Nothing," she lied.

   "Ginny, c'mon, please tell me?" he begged as he caressed her upper
thigh, causing her to shudder and break out in little goose-flesh.

   Understanding hit him between the eyes.  "Does it have to do how you
know about sex?"

   She looked at him, looking afraid and quite vulnerable.  She nodded.

   "Who is it?"

   Ginny turned away, reaching for her nightgown but Harry put his hand on
it.  He snuggled up to her back, his penis pushing intently on her right
butt cheek.

   "C'mon Ginny," he pleaded.  "I won't be mad and I won't tell any one, I
promise."

   "Do you swear it?" she asked, not quiet looking at him yet.

   "I swear it.  May Snapes flunk me in Potions and VolI mean You-Know-Who
come suck my soul if I ever tell anyone."

   "That's not funny Harry," she said as she turned in his arms.  His penis
was no longer pushing against he firm rump but was cradled between her
thighs under her mound.  Harry reveled in the heat she was putting off.

   "Ok sorry, but really, I swear I won't ok?

   "All right," Ginny said as she began to move her hips back and forth
ever so gently.  "Fred and George taught me the charm so we could do
stuff."

   "Fred and George?" Harry shot, his eyes wide with shock.

   Ginny stopped moving and tried pushing him away.  "I knew you'd be mad!"
She sounded on the verge of tears.

   Harry shook off the dumfounded feeling and held her close, pulling him
to his chest.  "You're right.  Hugs to feel better on skin,"

   "You're not mad?" Ginny sniffed.

   "No."

   "Really?" she asked, the beginnings of a smile on her face.

   "Truly," Harry told her trying to work his penis back into the soft, hot
void between her thighs.  "So what all do you do?"

   Ginny opened her thighs to allow him his spot and squeezed as he thrust
tentatively between her thighs.

   "Well, it started when I was seven," she said hesitantly, watching him
for signs of disgust.  "And we've done everything you and me did tonight,
and some more stuff."

   "Like what?" Harry said a bit disappointed that he wasn't the first or
even the second for her.

   "Like well, Fred and George put themselves in side me.  Here," she said
as she worked her hand down to her genitalia and smushed her finger along
her lips.  "And here too," she added as she guided his hand around to her
butt and placed his finger on her rectum.

   "At the same time?" Harry asked in sheer awe.

   "Sometimes," she answered with a blush.

   "What does it feel like?"

   "Nice.  Like heaven I think," she added and took a quick intake of
breath as Harry's finger pushed slowly into her anus.

   "Can I put it there?"

   "Where?" Ginny asked, her eyes glued to his.  She was working her thighs
over his penis with a quick but steady rhythm now.

   "Well I want to try them both, but can I put it here first?" He asked as
he removed his finger from her butt and stretched to touch her
heat-radiating mound.

   "Ok," she smiled.

   "Errr" Harry blushed.  "How?"

   Ginny laughed.  It wasn't a mocking laugh, but one of shared relief and
wonder.  She didn't say a word, but pushed him gently on his back.  He
watched as she straddled him again, but this time there was no constraining
cloth between them.  She raised herself slightly, on one knee and took a
hold of him in her hand.  The other hand she steadied herself with her palm
on his chest.

   The feeling of ticklish pleasure washed over him as she wiped the head
of his thing from the top of her little crack to the bottom and back again.
She shut her eyes as she did this twice more.

   Opening her eyes, she sought out his and they locked gazes and she
positioned it into a small cavity just past what felt like her pelvic bone.
Then they both looked down at their about to be conjoined genitals. 
Slowly, she sunk down onto him.

   Everything up to the point seemed like mere fun.  This was like winning
the Quidrich game, only a hundred times better.  She had to work to get him
inside, but the tightness felt like Christmas silk.  The sensations were
shooting all the way to his brain and flooding every inch of his body.  All
too soon, she was resting firmly against his pelvis.  Their mounds, hers
hairless, his with scraggly hairs, pressing soundly together.

   Her eyes were closed now, in radiant pleasure.  Harry wished with all
his being that they could stay like this forever.  It was how it was meant
to be!

   Ginny arched her back and leaned forward, kissing him.  While their
tongues danced, Harry's arms circled her and pulled her into him, as if
they could merge even more.  The passionate kiss ended slowly and Ginny
pulled regretfully backward.  "That's how," she gasped, pushing her weight
down on him fully again.

   Harry could just feel something hard at the very tip of his penis when
she squashed down like that.  Wondering what it was briefly, she began to
move back and forth, causing his penis to slide back and forth inside her.

   She ground her pelvis into his, back and forth as her breathing seemed
to increase.  Harry was torn between watching her incredible beauty, her
mound as it pulled and pushed on his penis, and just simply enjoying the
feelings she was giving him.  He knew it couldn't be long as already he was
beginning to feel that same pressure as before.

   He was bucking his hips now, and both the pressure and tempo were
increasing.  Her breaths were coming in gasps now as she struggled to keep
the pace.  He knew she was bringing herself to her orgasm.  And suddenly he
wanted more than anything to have his at the same time as she had hers.

   He knew she was getting close, and so was he.  If he let himself, he
would do it now, but with a determination he didn't know he had, he was
holding off.  But he wanted it so bad that it almost hurt.  No, it DID hurt
to hold it back.  But that too was adding to the inevitable.

   At last, Ginny's eyes flew wide open and she threw herself on his chest,
kissing him with such passion and intensity that Harry couldn't hold back
and he felt the first rush of his orgasm pump into her.  And almost as
instantaneously, her muscles tensed and she broke the kiss, making
whimpering sounds with each gush of his own orgasm.

   As his orgasm subsided, so did hers and she collapsed into his arms, his
still hard penis, still buried inside her.  Only now it felt about ten
times as slippery.

   "Thank you Harry," she said dreamily.

   "You're thanking me?" Harry asked in unbelief.

   "Yeah, cuz I love you." She sighed and shuddered once more.

   Harry was still pondering her confession when he realized she'd fallen
to sleep.

   ***

   Harry opened his eyes, at first not realizing where he was.  Someone was
snuggled into his arms and he was naked!  Then the memories flooded back
and he smiled.  Then with frantic breaths he understood that he had fallen
asleep too!  How long did he sleep?  The moon was gone and it was darker in
the room, not yet aglow in pre-dawn morning.  They still had time.

   Something was scurrying by his foot and he looked down, just able to
distinguish Scabbers' lank form.  "Wow, thanks Scabbers!" He shuddered to
think what might have happened if anyone found them sleeping together.

   Shaking Ginny's shoulder he urgently whispered, "Wake up.  You gotta get
back to your bed."

   Ginny came awake slowly, then as she took in her surrounding, she
grabbed at her nightshirt.  Then with a quick kiss and promises to meet
secretly over the summer, she was gone.

   Harry sighed and re-arranged the blankets, and laid back on his pillow
with his hands under his head.  In that way, he reflected on what had
happened and his heart jumped and his groin responded.  He was reaching for
his member when his fingers snagged on something and Scabbers gave a
squeak. Pulling it up to examine it in the gloom, he was astonished to find
out it was Ginny's panties.  She must have forgotten them in her rush.

   He'd sneak them back to her sometime tomorrow.  But then on impulse he
brought them to his nose and waves of nostalgic pleasure swept past his
brain and moved swiftly to his penis.

   Breathing heavily on the aroma, he rethought his decision.  Then again,
maybe not, he concluded as his hand found himself.



 




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