A/N: I've been working on this one-shot for several months and finally found the time to finish it. It can be read alone, but if you haven't read the other "chapters" of Watching and Waiting - this story takes place during the same party at the Weasleys at the end of the first summer after the War.
Please be warned - it's adult-themed and contains sexual situations and descriptions throughout. I make no apologies for that. If you don't like this sort of thing, please feel free not to read the story. I'd rather not get reviews telling me that they disapprove of stories where Harry and Ginny have sex before marriage, or things like that. Other than that, Enjoy!
Harry sighed contentedly as Ginny snuggled closer to him inside the sleeping bag she had conjured. Even sound asleep she could drive him crazy; she rolled over and hooked one bare leg firmly around his equally bare hip as if he was her own, personal body pillow. He wrapped his arms around her and watched the dying glow of the bonfire play off her hair, determined not to let his proximity to her nakedness disturb her sleep. He had just felt himself drifting off himself when a movement by the fire caught the corner of his eye.
Bill and Fleur, wrapped in towels, appeared to be returning from a late night swim. Harry froze in place, unable to avoid Bill catching his eye. The older man grinned cheekily at Harry and gave him a thumbs up when he noticed that he was not alone in his sleeping bag, and Harry relaxed a fraction. The next moment, however, Bill's eyes widened as he apparently remembered exactly whom Harry was dating, not that it was difficult to figure out - only one female in the world had hair the precise shade of sunset and flame that was currently spread across the pillow she shared with Harry. Bill had started toward them and Harry was frantically trying to remember exactly where he had left his wand and how he was going to possibly use it without drawing even more attention to his and Ginny's lack of clothing when Fleur, bless her, saved the day.
Grabbing her husband's arm and whispering rapidly to him in French, Fleur began to gently drag him in the other direction. Whatever she had been saying must have been rather enticing, Harry thought, because there was no way Bill could not have easily overpowered her and continued on his mission to murder Harry had he chosen to do so. The last thing Harry heard before he finally located his wand and used it to cast a couple of protective spells around himself and his sleeping girlfriend was Bill hissing in his direction, "this is not what I had in mind when I gave you that talk, Potter."
Harry considered waking up Ginny for a nice shag right then; something told him that after tomorrow morning, his bits were going to be in no shape to do much of anything for a while. Hell, he probably wasn't going to even be good for a snog, if Charlie got involved too. Damn older brothers. They might have given him scads of valuable information about how to keep his girlfriend more than happy (while having plenty of fun himself), but did they have to be related to her?
Letting himself relax a bit under the covers, Harry thought back to Easter break of his Sixth Year when everyone was at the Burrow. His secret obsession with Ginny was still unfulfilled then, which meant that the monster in his chest was roaring pretty much constantly, and Bill and Charlie decided that it was the perfect time to sit down with their youngest brother and his best mate and give them, The Talk.
At first, Harry and Ron were confused.
"Uhh, Bill?" Ron said. "Dad gave me that talk years ago. And I think Harry . . ." he looked at his friend.
Harry nodded vigorously. "Sirius," he stated. "That summer in Grimmauld Place."
Charlie grinned. "Well then, we're glad you know the mechanics of things, at least. But that has very little to do with what we're here to talk to you about.
Bill nodded seriously, but a hint of a smirk flitted across his face.
"There are certain things a bloke needs to know," he began, "that you can't really learn from a father. Or even a godfather," he added with a nod at Harry.
"I'm probably going to regret asking, but what kind of things?" asked Ron.
"Things to keep your witch as happy as possible," said Charlie, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Because if she's happy, you're going to be happy."
"I don't know," muttered Ron. "Lavender seemed perfectly happy most of the time, even though I . . . wasn't." He glanced towards the kitchen where Harry knew Hermione and Ginny were helping Mrs. Weasley clean up from dinner.
"Well, you have to pick the right girl in the first place," put in Bill. "For example, someone with a brain in her head who's interested in more than makeup and dress robes."
"Yeah," smirked Harry, "maybe someone with a whole lot of brains in her head, what do you think, Ron?" He smacked Bill's hand in a high-five, but Ron merely looked confused. "Huh?"
"Okay, okay, getting off track here," said Charlie. "We're supposed to be explaining to you how to do things for witches that are going to make them want to do things for you."
"Or, to you," added Bill.
"You mean, instead of having them cry all over you, like Cho did to Harry?" said Ron snidely.
"Hey! I thought we'd agreed to never talk about that again!" Harry cuffed Ron, who just grinned. "Sorry mate. I must have forgotten."
"Okay, okay," said Charlie. "I think you both know the basics of kissing, but you have to understand, there's a lot more territory to be covered than just a witch's lips . . . "
In his sleeping bag, Harry grinned to himself and thought back to several particularly happy hours right after he'd first grabbed Ginny in the common room and kissed her in front of all the Gryffindors. They had been lying under a tree by the lake, Ginny's head in the crook of his arm, just talking about everything and nothing. Eventually Harry had rolled to his side and gently kissed her lips, teasing them with his tongue until they parted. He'd only kissed Ginny a couple of times, but he was already addicted. He just couldn't get enough of the feel of her tongue darting around inside his mouth, or his inside hers, or her lips mashed against his mouth while he ran his hands up and down her back . . .
Normally, it would be a serious libido-killer to suddenly hear his new girlfriend's brother's voice in his head while he was kissing her, but that day, with Ginny, Harry didn't even blink when he suddenly heard Charlie telling him and Ron to "move your lips around, boys, they love that stuff. Neck, jaw, you name it. And if you're lucky, you might even get a little lower . . ."
Harry moved so that he could reach Ginny's jaw, slowly dropping feather-light kisses up towards her ear.
"And then you suck, but gently," he heard Charlie say, and Harry grasped Ginny's earlobe in his mouth and tugged softly, while she sighed happily beneath him.
That worked so well Harry decided to go in the other direction, and slowly, he worked his way down, planting open-mouthed, wet kisses along her neck. When he got to her collarbone he paused for a second and watched as Ginny tilted her head back to give him access, and then he pushed aside the opening to her shirt so that his tongue could continue its journey almost to the top part of her chest.
"Don't forget to do something with your hands!" Bill reminded him, and he cradled Ginny's head in his palm and ran his other hand down her cheek. Her eyes were closed and her own mouth was relaxed in an easy smile and Harry silently thanked her older brothers as Ginny reached up to run her fingers through his hair before she pushed him onto his back so that she could begin some exploration of her own . . .
"Now," said Charlie briskly, once he and Bill were satisfied that Harry and Ron knew what do to with their tongues and mouths above the neck, "Erections. What do you do if you get one?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Was this a trick question?
"Uhh, you wank?" asked Harry hesitantly, feeling his face heat up.
Bill and Charlie both grinned. "Well, yeah, if you're alone," said Charlie. "But getting hard when you're with a girl is a different issue entirely."
"Tell me about it," mumbled Ron.
Bill smirked. "Did your magic wand frighten poor Lavender, Ronniekins?"
Ron looked tortured. "I don't know," he admitted. "I tried to never let it get close enough to touch her. I was afraid it might . . . go off. And then she'd yell at me for getting her robes all messy." He looked like he wanted to sink through the floor.
Harry couldn't laugh at his best friend. He'd never even gone far enough to have to worry about such things. He frowned. What was a bloke to do? Take a long shower beforehand? Every time?
"That's right," said Bill seriously. "You don't want to go rubbing yourself all over a witch, even though it feels bloody fantastic, now do you? Cause it might 'go off.'" He couldn't keep his straight face and he and Charlie started laughing until Ron began to get up off the couch. "I thought you were here to help us," he said petulantly.
"Sorry Ron, sorry," said Bill, getting control of himself. "You're right. And it's very important that you get this one right because for some reason, most witches think that as long as you both have your clothes on, nothing you're doing really counts, no matter how good it feels."
"Really?" asked Harry before he could help himself.
"Really," confirmed Charlie. "But don't be surprised if she seems uncomfortable or nervous the first time she feels your arousal; any nice girl should be a bit overwhelmed by a bloke's love wand."
"Love wand?" asked Ron faintly.
"But if you ease her into the idea," continued Charlie as if there had been no interruption, "it's sure to be a good time."
"Let me teach you the cleaning spell too," Bill added. "Hopefully you'll need it."
Ginny groaned in her sleep and her hand drifted down to where her body and Harry's met. Her fingers ghosted over Harry's stomach and then dropped lower until they rested on his mostly relaxed penis.
Well, it had been mostly relaxed.
With Ginny's hand so close by, Harry shivered and felt himself twitch. He rolled a little to increase the contact and pushed himself gently into her. Things were so much easier now that they were past the embarrassment (and clothing) of those early weeks together, although Harry had to admit, their early exploration had been a lot of fun.
They had been up on Harry's bed with the curtains drawn, kissing insistently. Harry had pleaded a headache as an excuse to skive off History of Magic during Ginny's free period, and they were trying to make the most of their time before Ron came back after class.
It was their first time really snogging somewhere other than outside and Harry was discovering that maneuvering himself around Ginny on a soft bed was rather different than on the hard ground. His bed had a shallow divot in the center and there was a certain amount of rolling into each other as they kissed – no matter what Harry did, he just couldn't create any distance between them, not that he tried very hard.
But something else was hard, and getting harder, and Harry had to decide very quickly exactly what he was going to do about it.
Ginny was running her hand down his hip and across his bum, pulling him to her. Taking a deep breath, Harry rolled gently until he was nestled half on top of her, his erection now pressing into the dip of Ginny's thigh.
She started, her eyes opening wide, and Harry immediately flushed and backed off.
"Sorry, sorry about that. It just . . . I mean . . .it's there, you know? I can't help . . . but I'll keep it away. I'm sorry, really." He kept babbling, not sure what else to do, until Ginny laughed.
"It's fine, Harry, it's good." Suddenly she looked a little shy. "I mean, it means you like me, doesn't it?
"Yes!" Harry grabbed Ginny's hand. "I like you . . . a lot." He automatically thrust into her for emphasis, groaning a little at how good it felt. He looked at her. "Is this okay?"
"Well, yeah," said Ginny. "I mean, we still have all our clothes on and everything." She moved the hand he was still holding lower between them, brushing against his erection.
"Bill and Charlie are geniuses," Harry muttered to himself before moving his hand away and allowing Ginny to explore on her own.
She was tentative at first, and it was delicious torture for Harry, who dug his heels into the mattress to keep from pushing against her.
"It's getting bigger!" she marveled once, and Harry could only nod and mumble. "Muh huh." Ginny continued to lightly rub and finally Harry could not stand it anymore. Wrapping his hand around hers he pushed roughly against her palm and grunted with the release, feeling warm fluid soak his lower belly under his shirt.
Ginny looked up at him, surprise written on her face. "Did you just . . . did I . . .?"
Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "Yeah. And it was brilliant."
Ginny sighed in his arms and Harry had just started kissing her lightly again on her jaw when they heard the bell ring to signify the end of class. Slowly, they disentangled themselves and sat up. Before Harry could even try to remember what else Bill and Charlie had told him, Ginny had picked up her wand and pointed it at the dark wet patch around his middle. "Erasemen!" she said softly, and the stain disappeared, leaving Harry's shirt clean and dry. He gaped at her.
"How did you . . . I thought that spell was just for blokes!"
Ginny snorted. "Let's just say I didn't learn it the same place you did, Harry,"
Arms wrapped around Ginny, Harry chuckled to himself. She certainly hadn't learned that particular spell from Bill and Charlie, but Katie Bell had apparently been a fountain of information for the younger girls at Hogwarts; she'd started dating Oliver Wood her Seventh Year when they'd both ended up in St. Mungo's – she after being almost killed by the cursed necklace and he with a Quidditch injury.
Ginny licked her lips in her sleep and Harry felt himself twitch again. Of all the subjects Bill and Charlie had covered, their lecture on oral sex had been by far the most embarrassing – and yet, the most informative too. They had begun by giving Ron and Harry a general blueprint of the female witch's anatomy and then moved on to manual stimulation before starting on the topic of oral. Harry still cracked up when he remembered the look on Ron's face when he understood that his brothers were talking to him about putting his mouth . . . down there.
"You want me to lick what?" Ron was staring at his brothers uncertainly, as if he wasn't sure they were serious. He glanced at Harry. "Have you ever . . . I mean, it's not like it's food, is it?"
Harry could tell that Bill and Charlie were doing their very best not to laugh.
"Not food, no," said Charlie finally. "But think of it as a particularly special dessert and you'll do fine."
"An ice-cream cone," suggested Bill. "If you treat it like an ice-cream cone that you don't want to melt, you'll have your witch writhing with pleasure."
"Writhing?" Now Harry was interested. He still wasn't sure how he felt about putting his mouth on a witch's, well, on that, but if the witch happened to be Ginny . . . Harry was willing to try anything. Making her writhe with pleasure. He liked the sound of that.
Ron was still confused. "But how do you know what to do, down there? I mean, what if you can't find that . . . that nub thingy you were telling us about?"
Ron looked like he wanted to sink through the floor as his brothers finally gave up trying to be serious and exploded in laughter.
Harry turned bright red too, but he also sat up a little straighter, waiting for the answer.
Bill wiped his eyes. "That's part of the fun," he said. "Doing a little exploring with your lips and tongue – figuring out exactly what your witch likes the best."
"And trust me," added Charlie, "when you do find that 'nub thingy', you'll know."
"But . . . what does it . . . I mean, does it taste . . . good?" Ron's face looked a little green.
"It does if you're doing it to a witch you really love," said Charlie.
"Exactly," agreed Bill. "The first time I went down on Fleur, and she . . ."
"Whoa!" yelled Ron. "That's more than we need to know here."
"Sorry," said Bill sheepishly. Charlie nudged him. "We all know you're dating a Veela. Show off."
Ron was shaking his head. "I'm still not so sure about this."
"What about you, Harry?" Bill asked. "You're awfully quiet there. Are you as grossed out as little Ronniekins is?"
Harry blushed and shook his head. "No," he said slowly. "I don't think it sounds . . . too bad. If it's with a witch you really love."
"Look at it this way," said Charlie. "How do you think it would feel to have a witch use her lips and mouth on your dick?"
"Amazing," groaned Harry immediately. Next to him, Ron was looking down at his crotch as if he'd never quite considered what could be done with it before. Harry knew Ron and Lavender hadn't gotten nearly that far - and Harry hadn't either, of course. He knew the mechanics of a blow job – Sirius' talk two years earlier had covered rather more than Harry wanted to hear at the time – but the thought of having . . . (Ginny) . . . a real, live witch sucking on his . . .
At this point, Harry had to shift in his seat and subtly grab himself. He sincerely hoped that neither Charlie nor Bill knew Legilimency. If either of them had any idea that Harry was currently halfway erect from thinking about their baby sister giving him a blow job, Harry wouldn't have enough of a penis left to pee out of, let alone anything else.
" . . . know ahead of time if she spits or swallows," Bill was saying.
"Excuse me, what?" Harry broke in. This sounded important.
"You need to know if your witch is going to spit or swallow . . . after," repeated Bill.
"And either way, a gentleman always warns his witch before climax," added Charlie. "And that's not as easy as it sounds. Getting a blow-job from a girl who knows what she's doing can practically be an out-of-body experience. Many a wizard has been known to spurt all over a witch's face because he forgot to yell a warning."
Spurt? Could this get any more embarrassing? Harry very carefully did not look at Ron.
"And of course, you'll want to show her you're a real man by kissing her afterwards," said Bill with a slight smirk.
Yes, yes it could get more embarrassing.
Ron was green again. "Now I know you're kidding," he said. "First you want us to lick the girl's . . . you know, and now you're telling us that we should also let them kiss us after they put their mouths on our . . .? After we've . . ." Ron's voice had risen a bit and Harry was suddenly afraid that Mrs. Weasley would look in on them from the kitchen. Or worse, Ginny.
"It's fine," he said hurriedly, elbowing Ron. "How to be a real man, right. Got it."
Bill and Charlie had thankfully moved off that particular topic then, but Harry hadn't stopped thinking about it. Ron, he knew (after a recent night of too much Firewhisky and confessing), still harbored certain reservations about performing oral sex, but Harry had always felt rather differently, even before he'd finally kissed Ginny in the Common Room and actually had a girlfriend to do things with.
Harry and Ginny hadn't done that during their brief time together at Hogwarts, but after the War, it had only taken him a week of snogging and exploring with his hands to suggest, hesitantly, that maybe he could try using his mouth. Just as hesitantly, Ginny had agreed.
He'd brought her to orgasm in less than five minutes.
Ginny had returned the favor – Harry had blushed brilliantly when he asked her if she planned to swallow – and it had taken only three minutes more to experience that out-of-body experience Charlie had told him about.
(Ginny did swallow – good thing, since Harry had been in no condition to warn her about anything at the time).
Now they were both crazy about going down on each other. Harry got so aroused during cunnilingus that once or twice he'd even come close to climaxing before Ginny touched him.
"Ron really doesn't know what he's missing," he murmured sleepily to himself before rolling over and finally drifting off.
Harry was having the most wonderful dream. He was floating on a cloud, but this was no normal cloud. Instead of being cold and wet, it caused little tingles of pleasure to course through his entire body. It was warm and soft, and the tingles of pleasure were getting stronger and stronger and seemed to be concentrating on one area of his body more than any other . . .
Harry opened his eyes lazily, not wanting to lose the dream. It was very dark; the bonfire had gone completely out and he could see the sky full of stars. It was warm and comfortable snuggled down in his sleeping bag and he felt so good that he wanted to keep thrusting his hips like he was.
When had he started thrusting his hips?
He shook himself a little more awake. Parts of his dream were fading – had he been on a cloud? But parts of it were clearer than ever, like the delicious feelings pooling between his legs, and smooth up and down rhythm of Ginny's lips on his . . .
Harry groaned with pleasure and suddenly Ginny's face, wearing a very satisfied smirk, appeared from under the blankets.
"I was wondering how long it was going to take to wake you up," she said.
"I've been up for a while I think," mumbled Harry, "but awake for only a couple of seconds."
"Do you want me to continue?" she asked, gesturing back under the covers.
"Not . . . with your mouth," said Harry. He was starting to feel a bit more alert. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the sky at the edge of the orchard beginning to get light. No one around them seemed to be stirring, and Harry suspected that with the amount of Firewhisky and tequila that had been consumed, it would be a while.
Without saying another word, he rolled to his side and slid both arms around Ginny's waist and then rolled onto his back again, bringing her along with him.
"Aha," she said. His erection was now pressing quite insistently into her thigh, but Harry grabbed Ginny's bum and pushed her against him anyway. Just so there's no mistake.
"Hold on," whispered Ginny. "Where's my wand?"
"I'll do it," said Harry. He grabbed his wand and Ginny shifted on top of him so he could direct the spell to the right place. He jerked involuntarily as the contraception charm took effect.
"Thanks," Ginny said.
"No problem," said Harry. "A wizard should always share the responsibility for contraception with his witch."
Ginny giggled. "That sounds like something Percy would say."
"Not Percy, Bill." Harry shuddered. "Bill and Charlie giving me and Ron a sex talk was bad enough, can you imagine if Percy had been in on it too? He probably would have pulled out a bunch of Ministry-approved diagrams and things, and then lectured us on waiting until after marriage."
"You mean Bill and Charlie didn't tell you to wait?"
"Hah," Harry snorted. "Bill and Charlie were encouraging us to find someone to stick it in as soon as we possibly could. I think they felt like it was their mission to help us change our status as virgins." He raised his eyebrows at Ginny. "Of course, they had no idea that I was totally lusting after you at the time."
"Or that when you did finally change your 'status', that you'd be changing mine as well," agreed Ginny.
"Yeah," said Harry. "I'm rather glad about that, too. Although Bill totally caught us tonight – you can thank Fleur for the fact that I'm still alive, but we may want to get on with having sex because it might be the last time I have all my bits in proper working order for quite a while."
"What exactly did my brothers tell you about having sex?" Ginny asked. She was slowly moving her body up and down over his, and every time her curls brushed the tip of his penis, Harry shuddered, all thought fleeing his head.
"Uhhh," he mumbled. "That it's good?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, Harry, we all know that it's good. I was just wondering if they gave you any pointers."
"I'll give you a pointer," said Harry, holding her in place on top of him. Ginny groaned.
"That's terrible, Harry. I'm glad your technique is better than your jokes."
Harry looked at her. "Your brothers may have made a suggestion or two about technique," he admitted. "Something along the lines of, 'make sure you get her to climax first, because after you're done, there is no way you're going to be able to stay awake long enough to anything."
"Heh," snorted Ginny. "Remember the first time? You collapsed on top of me afterwards and I could barely get you to focus enough to roll off."
"I thought you liked it when I'm on top," Harry complained.
"I also like to breathe, Harry." Ginny smiled. "You've gotten much better since then."
"That's good," muttered Harry. "When your brothers warned us to be careful that we didn't 'set our wand off' too early, I didn't realize how difficult it was going to be." He kissed Ginny's nose. "That first time, I wasn't sure I was even going to get it all the way inside you in time."
"Well, you couldn't find the right spot on your first attempt, could you?" asked Ginny, giggling. "And didn't you miss on your second try too?"
Harry swatted her. "Hey, I thought we were never going to talk about that again!"
Ginny smirked. "Maybe some of Percy's Ministry diagrams wouldn't have been such a bad idea."
"I didn't hear you complaining once I finally got there, did I?"
"You were done too fast for me to have time to say anything!" Ginny teased.
"I thought we were never going to mention that again, either!"
She hadn't stopped rubbing herself against Harry the entire time and now she positioned herself at the tip of his penis and pushed herself down about an inch onto him and then back up. He groaned.
"You have much more control now," she said, before lowering herself down and then up a second time.
"Not much more," Harry mumbled. He pulled Ginny's head down until it was buried in his neck and he could kiss her hair. He ran his hands lightly up and down her back, enjoying the way she shuddered.
"We did fumble around a lot, that first time, didn't we," he said. "Especially with me trying to remember all of Bill and Charlie's instructions."
"Mmmhmmm," mumbled Ginny against his neck. Harry had started rolling his hips up against hers. He could tell every time he made contact with her clit because she shivered and tensed her legs.
"For example," he said, rolling against her three times in a row and cheering himself when Ginny shivered three times back, "I certainly couldn't get you to do that our first time, could I?" He rolled once more for emphasis.
"Uh uh," said Ginny breathlessly. She shivered again and lifted her head to look at him. "But luckily, you've gotten much better in a fairly short amount of time."
"Heh," said Harry, positioning her on top of him so that his penis sought her entrance again. He thrust firmly into her. "So have you."
For the first few weeks after the Weasleys buried Fred, Harry hadn't touched Ginny at all, other than to hold her hand and give her the occasional kiss. Even after the family had tentatively moved onto its new normal, Harry had held off moving things forward with Ginny. Finally, she had cornered him in the orchard after a fly and told him to stop feeling so guilty. He'd begun to explain that he didn't want to take advantage of her when she was in mourning when she'd interrupted to snog him senseless.
"Fred would've been the first one to take advantage, Harry," she'd said, and after a moment of remembering just how wonderful Ginny's lips felt on his, Harry had agreed.
Things had progressed rapidly after that – from exploring with hands, to mouth, to a discussion late one night in Ginny's room after Harry and Hermione had performed their now ritual room-switching. Harry tried very hard not to think what his two best friends might be doing in Ron's attic bedroom and Ron at least returned the favor by never asking Harry about him and his sister. Hermione was a bit more curious, and Harry knew she was aching to sit him down and ask him about his feelings for Ginny, but so far, she'd restrained herself.
He and Ginny were cuddling together in her small bed; he was running his hands randomly over Ginny's body, which was wearing only a large Weird Sisters t-shirt and a small pair of knickers. They had been talking of Harry's plan to begin Auror training in September while still coming to Hogwarts monthly for individual NEWT tutoring (not to mention teaching several DADA seminars). Ginny's hands were beginning to do a little roaming of their own when she'd asked him a question had almost caused Harry to fall out of the bed.
"What do you think the Room of Requirement would do if we went there to have sex?"
"Whaaa . . . you want . . . sex?" asked Harry faintly. His eyes focused on hers. "You want to have sex? With me?"
Ginny blushed only a little, but her voice was steady when she answered. "Well, yeah, I do." She looked at Harry, and he heard a bit of hesitance creep into her voice. "Don't you? With me?"
"Of course I do," Harry said in a rush. Just the thought of it was getting him more aroused and he had to reach down to position himself more comfortably inside his pajama bottoms. "I just didn't think . . . I mean, I didn't want to rush you."
"I don't feel rushed," said Ginny. "I've had a year to think about it."
"We've both grown up too much in this past year," Harry commented. He wasn't trying to talk her into it if she wasn't ready, really, he wasn't, but now that Ginny had broached the topic, Harry wanted to find out exactly what she was thinking about . . . when.
"So you want to wait until we're back at Hogwarts, then." Harry tried to keep his voice neutral. Ginny looked at him in surprise.
"No! I didn't mean it that way, I was just wondering . . ." her voice trailed off and a deeper blush stained her cheeks. She didn't say anything else for a long moment.
Harry brushed his hand down her cheek. "I love you Ginny. I can wait as long as you want." He hoped the fact that his penis was twitching insistently against her didn't make him sound like a liar. But Ginny didn't seem to notice. She looked at him.
"I know that, Harry. I know you'll wait as long as I need. It's just . . ." She blushed again.
"What is it?"
Ginny reached down and grabbed the hand that Harry had rested on her hip. He saw her swallow hard, and then a shy smile played across her lips.
"I'm ready now, Harry."
The silence between them was like a living thing. It barely breathed but took up all the space in the room as Harry looked at Ginny. He was trying to make sense of her words, to get his head around what exactly she was saying to him.
"Now?" he asked stupidly.
His brain may not have understood what Ginny was saying but his body certainly did. Ginny scooted a little closer to him on the bed and he pushed her erection into her belly.
"I'm hard." He motioned needlessly between them.
Ginny reached down and stroked his length lightly and the shudder that went through Harry cleared the cobwebs from his brain.
"We're really going to do this? Now? You want to?" He wanted there to be no mistake.
"I want to," nodded Ginny solemnly. "Do you?"
"Definitely," said Harry. He rolled until he could balance on his arms above her.
Make sure she comes first.
Bill's voice was loud in his head and Harry froze. He'd been about to wiggle out of his pajama bottoms but now he stopped.
"Umm, d'you want to take off your knickers?" Harry suddenly felt rather shy even though he'd seen Ginny naked before – the previous day, actually.
"Okay." Ginny sounded nervous too. She pulled off her knickers and then sat up and took off her shirt as well. Then she lay back down and looked at Harry. "Now what?"
"Er . . ." Harry tried to think.
Use your mouth!
"Right," Harry muttered. "My mouth." He pushed himself down Ginny's body.
"I thought we were going to have sex."
Harry looked up at Ginny from his position between her legs. He'd already spread apart her curls and was mentally running through Bill and Charlie's instructions for going down on a witch – the "cunni-list", they'd called it. Harry could see how wet Ginny was and her musky scent was driving him crazy. He forced his mind back to her question.
"We are having sex," he said, a little confused.
"Not oral sex, Harry. I thought we were going to have sex, sex. You know, that you were going to put your . . ." she trailed off, bright red now.
Harry moved back up to Ginny's face. "Well, yeah, we are going to have sex, sex," he said. "But Bill and Charlie said I should make sure you . . . well, that you enjoy yourself first."
Now Ginny looked amused. "My brothers told you to make sure I climax first, before you have sex with me?"
Harry smirked back at her. "Well, I suspect their advice was intended to cover my having sex with pretty much every female in the Wizarding world – except you. If they had any idea what we were planning to do right now. . ." His voice trailed off and he shivered – not from arousal. He looked at Ginny. "You set the locking and silencing charms, didn't you?"
"Twice," she confirmed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you earlier – please, continue."
Harry grinned and moved back below Ginny's waist. "You just like it when I go down on you."
"Mmmhmmm," Ginny sighed.
By the time Ginny climaxed several minutes later, Harry was completely hard, all thoughts of Ginny's brothers and their lists forgotten. He was kissing her gently, trying to show at least a little restraint, even though all he wanted to do was pound into her with all he had. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"More than ready," he muttered. All he could think was how embarrassing it would be if he came before he even managed to get inside Ginny. He balanced himself above her again and began poking against her curls with his penis.
"A little higher, I think," said Ginny.
"Higher, right," said Harry. He'd assumed he would just be able to slide right in, but apparently there was a little more to it. He tried to remember if Bill and Charlie had said anything about how to find the right spot.
Don't forget the Contraception charm!
It was Bill's and Charlie's voices together this time, and it sounded so real that Harry looked at the door, half expecting to see them standing there. They weren't but their message smacked him in the head anyway. He couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten. Ginny must have noticed his face change expression because she was giving him a funny look.
"Is everything okay?"
"Fine," panted Harry. "It's just that I almost forgot the contraception spell."
Ginny's eyes opened wide. "Merlin, me too. Can you reach my wand?"
"No, I got it," said Harry. He screwed up his eyes and said the words over in his head once before pointing his wand down and saying them out loud. His penis and balls tingled sharply for second and he jumped.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It just feels a bit weird for a second."
"And you're sure you got it right?" Ginny was biting her lip. "Cause if you make a mistake . . ."
"No, I'm sure," said Harry hurriedly. "I've, uhh, practiced."
Ginny groaned. "Not in front of Bill and Charlie, I hope."
Harry squirmed. "No," he said glumly. "Worse."
Harry looked firmly over Ginny's shoulder as he spoke, focusing on a small crack in the wooden floor of her room as he spoke.
"Ron and I . . . we had to practice it in front of your dad. He made us after he found out Bill and Charlie had given us that talk. Apparently it's a male Weasley tradition." Harry finally looked at Ginny, expecting to see her either laughing or bright red at the thought of him demonstrating the contraception charm in front of her father. Instead, the look on her face was . . . empathetic. She sighed, then reached up and kissed him on the nose.
"It's not only a male Weasley tradition, Harry."
Harry stared. "You mean, you . . ." Ginny nodded.
"Yep. For my mum." Her face grew thoughtful. "I wonder if she's gotten hold of Fleur or Hermione yet."
"Well anyway," said Harry. "Now we know we're safe. Can I . . . I mean, can we continue?"
"Yes please." Ginny suddenly looked shy again.
Harry positioned himself above Ginny again. He'd gone a little soft during the contraception talk, but now, looking down at his girlfriend, he immediately stiffened. She was smiling up at him with absolute trust and anticipation and in that moment he couldn't help but blurt out the words they'd only recently started saying to each other.
"I love you so much Ginny."
Ginny smiled again. "I love you too Harry."
Harry took a deep breath and pushed against Ginny's curls. The tip of his penis made contact and then slipped over to her inner thigh.
"Whoops," he said sheepishly.
"That's okay," said Ginny. She opened her legs wider. "Does that help?"
Another instruction from Charlie popped into Harry's brain. "Yeah. And can you raise your hips just a little?"
Ginny complied, Harry pushed towards her again. This time, Sweet Merlin, he went in. A little way at first, and then, with another push, almost halfway.
"I did it!" he said, panting slightly. "I'm halfway in."
"That's great, Harry," said Ginny. "Keep going."
Harry looked down. He could see the slightest image of pain on Ginny's face, even though she was still smiling. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
"A little," she admitted. "But it's okay."
"I'll try to go slow," Harry said. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth he was overcome with the urge to thrust. He pushed the rest of the way in and mumbled a quick "sorry" as Ginny winced beneath him.
"S'okay," she mumbled back. "It's better now."
Harry could barely focus. It felt so good he wanted to scream. Instead he pulled halfway out and then pushed back in, reveling in the feeling of Ginny's slick walls around him. The friction, the pressure, the warmth, it was too much. Vaguely he remembered Bill and Charlie talking about things a bloke could do during intercourse to pleasure their witch, but all he could think about right now was himself and how to continue the sensation for as long as possible.
He reared back again and then in, already feeling his orgasm building. "Oh God, Ginny. This feels so . . . Oh God. Ginny, I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . ."
One more thrust and Harry came undone, wrapping his entire body around Ginny's as he climaxed inside her. He didn't realize how hard he was pushing until she grunted a little underneath him. He eased up, wincing when she moved; he was so sensitive for a moment that it was almost uncomfortable. Then he eased back down and smiled.
"That was . . . absolutely amazing Gin." His limbs felt heavy, as if they were filled with sand, and he didn't want to move.
"Good," Ginny said. Her voice was a little muffled and suddenly Harry realized that he had collapsed completely on top of her. Shuffling to the side Harry pulled her against his chest and began tracing patterns on her back.
"I'm sorry it hurt," he said.
Ginny shrugged. "It can't really be helped, I think. But it should get better and better for me every time from now on."
Harry grinned. "Yep. And I definitely need lots of practice. Bill and Charlie mentioned all kinds of positions and things we need to try. And the water! They definitely said that having sex in the water is great." He sighed happily.
"I'd like to try it in the water," said Ginny sleepily.
Harry leaned over and kissed her. He was totally exhausted, as if he'd run from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, and was feeling completely relaxed. Right before he fell asleep he remembered something.
"Don't ever tell anyone I couldn't . . . find the right place at first, okay?"
Harry thrust Ginny down onto him again and held her in place. "At least it only took two more tries before I figured how to get you to climax during sex too," he said. He rolled her hips against him and saw her eyes roll back for a second as he made contact with her clit.
"Yeah," she panted. "Remind me to thank Bill and Charlie for teaching you all those positions. And suggesting we do it in the water."
"Please," said Harry, "Let's not thank Bill and Charlie for anything, okay?" Ginny was moving faster now and he didn't want to be thinking about her brothers and what they might do to him in the morning.
"Right," said Ginny. She grabbed his hands and pushed against him, back and forth. Her head rolled back and she dropped one of Harry's hands to rub herself as he thrust up into her.
The sight of Ginny pleasuring herself as she rode him was one of Harry's favorites; it fueled many of his shower fantasies when Ginny wasn't around. Now it pulled him up to the edge and he began to thrust more erratically.
"Wait for me Harry," Ginny panted. "Just another second." Her finger swirled harder and Harry felt her walls contract around him.
With a groan, Harry came too, pulling her down onto his chest to cuddle as soon as they were both finished. They lay together, slowly catching their breath, as the sun began to peek through the trees at the edge of the orchard.
Harry kissed Ginny deeply. "I love you so much, Gin."
Ginny kissed him back just as enthusiastically. "I love you too. And if you have to escape to France later after Bill and Charlie wake up, I'll come with you."
Two hours later Harry was filling his and Ginny's plate with eggs and sausages from the enormous table of food Mrs. Weasley had provided when he looked up to see Bill standing awkwardly across from him. Harry froze.
"Hey, Bill," he finally said, trying to keep his voice casual.
The older man nodded. "Harry." Then he smiled.
"Ginny looked awfully happy this morning."
Harry feigned nonchalance. "Did she?"
Bill nodded. "Yeah. She seemed very . . . satisfied. And in love." He gave Harry a stern look. "Did you remember everything we taught you?"
Harry had no idea how to answer that. He gulped and nodded wordlessly.
"And my father made you and Ron . . .?"
"Yes, yes he did," said Harry quickly.
Bill nodded again. "Okay then. Better that Ginny is with someone who's had the proper instruction then. And who understands how to show proper respect to her older brothers."
"Yes sir," said Harry formally. "And I'll always treat her and her brothers with the utmost respect and attention, I promise."
"And you'll never mention anything you may be doing with her to any of us, correct?" Bill raised his eyebrows.
"Not a word," promised Harry.
"Good," said Bill. "I'm glad we had this talk." He turned to go.
"Umm, Ron's just on the other side of those trees there, I think. And he's not alone."
Bill's eyes lit up and he grinned. "If Fleur asks, I went to wake up Charlie."