A/N: I promised this a long time ago, and I finally had time to write it. When we last left Harry and Ginny, they had just had sex for the first time in Ginny's dorm. Enjoy!
Oh, and if I didn't make it clear in an earlier A/N, Fred is still alive. I just couldn't kill him.
There was not a lot of room under the Invisibility Cloak, which suited Harry just fine. Ginny had only bothered to put on her knickers and t-shirt before they snuck out of her room and Harry decided that it was quite important to keep his arms tightly around her waist as they walked so that the Cloak kept them both fully covered.
He wished he could be half-naked too, as they snuck through the corridors of Hogwarts, but he'd need his pants and shoes and things to get home later.
Having this much of Ginny's skin at his disposal was distracting enough, anyway.
"They wouldn't actually expel me, would they?" Ginny whispered just below his ear as they crossed by an open stairwell. A faint sound of meowing could be heard from below. "If we got caught, I mean."
"Nah, you're with a professor," said Harry. "I'd just tell McGonagall it was a training exercise for extra-credit."
"Do you really think she'd buy that?"
"Not for even a second, no."
Ginny tripped a little on one of the stones and her bum ground into Harry's front. He suddenly wished more than ever that he'd left his pants back on Ginny's bed.
"Careful," he muttered, pushing against her.
"Careful to avoid it, or to do it again?" she teased quietly.
"Again, of course," said Harry cheekily back. He was almost bursting with satisfaction over the way the evening had ended up. It was taking all his effort not to laugh out loud, or yell down the stairwell that he'd just had sex. With Ginny. That was the important part. It was all to be with Ginny.
"I love you," he said instead.
"I know," she responded immediately. "And I love you too, even though this could very well be my last night at Hogwarts and it would be all your fault."
"Ginny," said Harry with mock severity. "I would never let that happen. And do you know why?" They had reached the fifth floor corridor and the blank expanse of wall that led to the Room of Requirement and Harry felt safe enough to speak a little louder.
Ginny twisted around to look at him. "Why?" she asked curiously.
Harry sighed as if it was obvious. "Because if you get kicked out of Hogwarts for sneaking out of your room to snog me," he began.
"More than snog, you mean," Ginny interrupted without a hint of blush.
"More than snog," Harry agreed. "To . . . shag me, I meant," he amended, looking at Ginny. She nodded so resolutely that it took Harry more than a few seconds to regain his train of thought.
"Right," he said. "Where was I?"
"We were going to shag," said Ginny, and Harry almost lost it again.
"Uh huh," he said dumbly. "Shag. Er . . . yes. If you get caught shagging . . . ummm . . . sneaking, I mean, then I'm pretty sure various members of you family will find out. And that would mean that in addition to it being your last night at Hogwarts, it would be my last night . . . period. And I don't intend for that to happen."
Ginny giggled. "You are way too scared of my family, you know."
"Have you seen your brothers?" Harry asked. "You have six of them, and they're all bigger than me."
"Except Percy," said Ginny.
"Yeah, but I count Bill twice." Harry shuddered. "And with Fleur on his side – forget it."
"Fleur's not on his side," said Ginny with an air of innocence. "At least, I don't think she was when she taught me the contraceptive spell."
Harry opened his mouth in surprise and then closed it again. Better to ponder that one later.
"Umm, do you want to open the room or should I?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" asked Ginny.
"That depends," grinned Harry. "Do you want the decorations to include posters of the Holyhead Harpies or Puddlemere?"
"I can't believe you like Puddlemere," groaned Ginny. "Let me do it."
Harry pulled off the Cloak and watched as Ginny closed her eyes and walked back and forth in front of the wall until a door appeared. She turned and smiled – a little shyly – and held out her hand. "I hope I did okay," she said.
"I'm sure it's brilliant," said Harry. Quite frankly, it could be a room full of Stinksap as long as he and Ginny were alone and they were naked. Even mostly naked would work, he considered, before following her into the room.
It was brilliant, was his first thought. And not a drop of Stinksap in sight.
It wasn't just the large, extremely cushy-looking bed that took up most of the space, although that was certainly a big part of it. The room had shrunk to a cozy size, there was a fire in the fireplace, and soft music he couldn't really identify was playing in the background. On the walls were posters of both the Holyhead Harpies and Puddlemere United, with a couple of Tutshill thrown in for good measure.
The room was supremely comfortable, romantic even, but not in a mushy, "Madame Puddifoot's made him want to puke" way. Harry grinned. "Perfect," he said.
Ginny grinned back and then jumped up to sit on the bed. "So," she said. She gave him a saucy grin and leaned back against the pillows dramatically, throwing her hair around her shoulders. Her shirt rode up as she did so and Harry could see the smooth skin of her stomach and even a hint of the undersides of her breasts.
Harry swallowed. "Is that an invitation to ravage you?" he asked thickly, trying to keep a teasing note in his voice.
"Only if I get to ravage you back," said Ginny. She patted the space next to her on the bed. "Come on."
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement before crawling up the bed. He didn't stop until he was balanced above her on his forearms, Ginny's body covered by his.
He skimmed himself slowly up and down Ginny's torso, dipping his head down to kiss her every couple of seconds. She sighed and arched up against him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and tugging until he had no choice but to fall heavily on top of her.
"Hey!" he said, laughing. "I was trying to seduce you."
Ginny rolled her hips against him and the ensuing sensation was so pleasant Harry didn't even protest when Ginny pushed him over until she was on top of him, straddling his waist.
"Maybe I want to go first," she said back. She rolled her hips again and Harry groaned.
"It's a good thing we already had sex once, otherwise this would be a very quick seduction," he said. Then he grinned at her. "I really like saying that – 'we already had sex once, and now we're going to have it again.'"
"Randy git," said Ginny, swatting him lightly.
"Yep," said Harry. He grew thoughtful. "You know, who says one of us or the other has to go first? Why can't we, you know, go together?"
"Merlin, the boy has sex once and already he's planning simultaneous orgasms," laughed Ginny. "I think we need a lot more practice before we can pull off that sort of thing. Hermione told me it took her and Ron a couple of . . ."
"Stop!" Harry cried, pushing Ginny off him and putting his hands over his ears. "Please, if you want me to be good for anything tonight, you'll stop that comment right now."
"So let me get this straight," said Ginny. "I'm not allowed to talk about how big my brothers are, or how many I have, and I'm definitely not allowed to remark about them having sex, right?"
Harry nodded. "You can't mention Hermione either," he mumbled. "Or your parents!" he said, sitting up straight and looking at Ginny with panic.
Ginny shuddered. "Don't worry, I don't want to go there either."
Harry thought that maybe they were getting a little off track. "How about we not talk about anyone – except each other – for the rest of the night. K?"
"Sounds good," said Ginny. She snuggled closer to him.
"Right then," said Harry. "Where was I? Oh yeah, right here."
He turned back to Ginny's lips and then paused.
"Would you . . ." he began, and then stopped, suddenly embarrassed.
"Would I what?"
Harry looked around for a second, mentally berating himself for his shyness. This was Ginny, for Merlin's sake – if he wasn't comfortable talking to her about – things, then he might as well decide on a life of celibacy.
He made his mouth form the words. "Would you show me . . . what you like? On you?" His cheeks flamed with embarrassment but he forced himself to keep looking at Ginny in the eye.
At first she was confused. "You know what I like, Harry. I like everything you do." Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "Can't you tell?"
"Well yeah," said Harry hastily. "Of course. And I like everything you do. It's just . . . ummm. . ." He took a deep breath. "I thought it would be . . . fun . . . if we could show each other. What we like," he finished weakly. Ginny was looking at him with wide eyes.
"You want to watch me . . ." she began, gesturing at her knickers.
Just the sight of Ginny's hand, fluttering above her waist, made Harry shudder. "Yeah," he said. "But only if you want to."
"And I can watch you . . ." she continued. Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he detected a little more interest in her voice all of a sudden.
"Uh huh," he answered. "And you don't have to just, you know, watch. You can help too."
"Hmmm," said Ginny, now with a hint of a grin. "That means you have to help me too, you know. Don't think you can just sit back and let me do all the work." She moved her hand to Harry's waist. "First of all, I think you need to take these off."
Harry let Ginny unzip his jeans and push them down past his hips. She didn't stop there, but tugged his boxers down at the same time. Her hands skimmed the sides of his waist and his eyes rolled back in his head a little.
Ginny sat up and without waiting for Harry to ask, pulled her shirt over her head. She moved to her knickers but Harry grabbed her hand.
"Let me," he said.
"I thought you wanted to see what I like," said Ginny. She raised her eyebrows.
"You have a special way of taking off your knickers?" asked Harry. When she shook her head, he bent back to his task, pulling on the cotton until they followed his own boxers to the floor.
As he stared at Ginny, Harry felt his penis, which had been throbbing interestedly ever since they had gotten onto the bed, harden even more. Ginny looked down between his legs and just her glance made it strain towards her. Ginny grinned and pushed Harry lightly on his chest until he was lying back against the headboard with his legs splayed out in front of him and his erection curved up onto his belly. Before he was even aware of it, his hand had moved down to give a light stroke.
Very deliberately, Ginny picked up his hand and placed it by his side.
"Not yet," she said. "First, you watch."
Ginny moved that she was sitting sideways next to Harry, leaning against pillows of her own. Harry mentally thanked the Room of Requirement for providing exactly what they needed. Ginny bent her knees so that her toes touched the side of Harry's calf and gave him a shy smile.
He was so busy watching her eyes and smiling back at the way her teeth captured her bottom lip that for a moment, he didn't realize that her hand had drifted down to nestle between her legs. Only when Ginny's smile grew more private and she closed her eyes did Harry look down and see what she was doing. When he did, the entire rest of the room faded away.
Ginny brushed her hand lightly across her curls once, and then again. Harry could see her shudder as she moved one finger to touch her clitoris, rolling around it for a couple of seconds, and then moved her fingers up, to firmly stroke the area right above.
It was all circular motions and Harry wasn't even aware that he'd moved lower – closer to Ginny's waist, until she spoke.
"Put your hand on top of mine," she said quietly and Harry scrambled to obey. He covered his hand with hers, feeling awkward as he tried to match the rhythm of her swirling fingers without interrupting. He could tell when he got it because her hips jumped a little and she squeezed her thighs around their combined hands before relaxing back into the pillows.
Ginny moved her hand faster and Harry was acutely aware of his erection between them, resting against Ginny's thigh. She smiled down at it for a moment.
"Do you want me to keep showing you or should I . . . she nodded her head towards his straining penis.
"Keep going," said Harry. He swallowed. "I . . . like watching. And helping."
"K," said Ginny breathily. She'd begun lifting her hips against their entwined fingers and Harry had to force himself to let her continue to lead.
It was even more of a turn-on than he had imagined, helping Ginny like this. In the back of his mind, he'd known it would be enjoyable, but he hadn't realized how personal he would feel. It was almost a possessive feeling; he wanted to get everything right for her.
Ginny's hand shifted beneath his and Harry automatically followed the movement; when his fingers touched warm and wet he shivered.
"Are you going to . . . or should I?" he asked. His middle finger was hovering at Ginny's entrance, his hand still covering hers.
"You," she gasped, arching her back. Her eyes were closed and her hand drifted back up to her clitoris. "But I'll help."
Harry slipped a finger inside and Ginny took her other hand and closed it around Harry's, pumping his hand gently in and out to show him the rhythm.
"Not too fast," she murmured, and Harry immediately froze. Ginny giggled. "Not too slow either," she said. She took his hand a little more firmly in hers and began moving it in and out again. When Harry saw that her eyes had closed again he added a second finger.
"Mmmm, yes," she sighed. "And press up a little, when you're inside, and swirl around."
Harry was determined to get it all right. He slid his fingers in and out, he pressed, he swirled, he concentrated fully on Ginny. The only problem was that he didn't know where he wanted to look. On the one hand, was fascinated by the way Ginny was manipulating herself; a couple of times he reached towards the hand that was still rubbing her clit, but pulled back at the last second, sure he'd mess up her rhythm. At the same time, he couldn't stop himself from watching Ginny's face.
Even with her eyes closed, she wore an intense expression he previously associated with racing towards a Quidditch hoop with the Quaffle under her arm. She was equally focused now, but softer. It was fascinating – he didn't even need to rely on her gasps and thrusts to let him know every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot – her face gave it away first. Watching the pleasure flit across Ginny's face, feeling her warmth around his fingers and the way her bent knee kept pressing into his erection, hearing her mewling gasps – Harry was almost overcome himself.
"Would you like to give me more direction?" he asked. His attempt at cheekiness was rather lost, he considered, in the groan that ended his question.
"Uhhh . . . keep going," gasped Ginny. She moved the hand covering his and snaked it around his back, pulling him closer.
Harry didn't want to lose the sensation of Ginny's leg on his penis, but he didn't want to climax all over the bed either. Biting his lip, he scooted closer to her until his face was almost at her belly button. At this angle he could push himself against Ginny with more pressure and as he pressed his lips to the crease of Ginny's thigh she arched her back and cried out.
The blood was roaring in Harry's ears. He was close to orgasm and no one had even touched him – that had never happened before.
Focus, Harry! For the second time that night, he struggled for control. A fleeting thought crossed his mind that he'd much rather struggle this way than, say, to close his mind against Legilimency or to control his temper. He smirked to himself and found that the random reflection had helped him back away from the edge enough to put all his attention on Ginny.
It was just in time. Ginny cried out, a breathy "oh" sound. Harry moved his thumb to meet her own finger, still on her clit and felt it tremble. Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and squeezed and then her whole body tensed and froze. He felt little pulses around his fingers, and a new wetness . She thrust twice against his hand and then collapsed back into the pillows, breathing hard and smiling with her eyes closed.
Harry collapsed as well, also breathing heavily. He almost felt like he'd climaxed himself, except for the fact that his erection was preventing him from fully lying on top of Ginny. And he wasn't really feeling relaxed. More . . . aroused. Really, really aroused.
He would have liked to give Ginny another couple of seconds of afterglow but he just couldn't help thrusting against her thigh. Her eyes opened and she grinned and sat up, pushing him off her stomach.
"Your turn, Potter. Lean back," she said authoritatively.
For half a second Harry considered asking if she didn't want to just have sex right now. The aching urge to move inside her was as strong as his desire to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. Before he could form words, Ginny had put her hands on his chest and pushed until he was lying back on the pillows behind him.
"Are you going to tell me what you want?" she asked. "Or should I just watch?"
Harry swallowed. Even though he'd just watched Ginny touch herself, the thought of having her see him masturbate made him rather nervous.
"Watch, I guess," he said thickly. The thought excited him, too. "And, umm, help, if you want."
"I want," said Ginny. "Show me what to do." She scooted forward.
"K," said Harry. "Give me your hand."
Harry took Ginny's hand in his and closed his eyes. Slowly he moved down to his erection. Ginny grabbed him and Harry wrapped his hand around hers.
"Slowly," he mumbled. "But firmly."
His entire body was trembling as he guided Ginny's hand up and down his shaft. He had to stop once at the bottom to gain control and when she took his sac gently in her other hand it was almost his undoing. He wasn't even embarrassed when he cried out; it felt too good.
Ginny moved with him up and down a few more times, pushing down when he arched his back and using her free hand to stroke the side of his stomach.
The slow pace was delicious torture but Harry couldn't hold it for long. "Faster," he said, sliding his hand back up.
"Let me try by myself," said Ginny. "I think I have it now." She slid her hand faster and Harry took his hand away. It didn't really matter if her technique wasn't perfect; it wasn't going to take much to make him come at this point.
But her technique was pretty good, and Harry kept his eyes closed to try to concentrate on making the feelings last as long as possible. When he felt something warm and wet on the tip of his penis he thought she was going to give him a blow job and he braced himself, waiting for her soft mouth to surround him.
Instead, the sensation was even better. Harry opened his eyes in surprise when he felt Ginny's weight around him. She was straddling his waist with a delighted look on her face, and Harry was fully inside her.
"Merlin!" Harry couldn't help but yell out. "Gin . . . Ginny . . . gonna . . . oh God." He thrust twice and grabbed Ginny's bum in his hands to propel her forward. She slid up and then down on him and tightened her legs around his waist as he arched his back and closed his eyes again, unable to hold on another second.
With a grunt, he came hard, pulling Ginny down onto his chest as he pumped against her, forcefully at first, and them more slowly. He was vaguely aware that she was kissing his neck but he couldn't focus on anything except the spasms of pleasure coursing through his limbs.
Eventually he managed to wrap his arms around Ginny's back and begin returning her kisses. They were entwined together so tightly that he didn't even realize he was still inside her at first. He slipped out when he rolled Ginny to the side and their bodies came apart with a squelching sound.
Ginny giggled. "That was as good exercise as a Quidditch workout," she said.
"That was a hell of a lot more fun than a Quidditch workout," said Harry. Almost as soon as he noted their sweaty bodies he felt a cooling breeze and saw that the Room had provided a ceiling fan.
"You know, I have to go back soon. And we still need to sneak you back to your dorm."
Ginny sighed and frowned. "I know. When am I going to see you again?"
Harry thought for a second. "I think I'm back to lecture week after next," he said. He mentally counted days. "Which means, if you want, I can go completely overboard celebrating Valentines Day with you." He smiled at her before continuing. "You know, shower you with chocolates all day, send you a singing Valentine . . . (at this, Ginny swatted him), present you with big bouquets of roses that follow you around in a flutter of petals. And then at night I can take you out for a thoroughly over-priced and mushily romantic dinner, if you'd like. How does that sound?" He gave her what he hoped was a mischievous grin.
Ginny gave him a surprised look.
"Or . . . " he continued quickly before she could speak, "we could send Ron and Hermione out on the overpriced date and I could cook you dinner in my flat before we curl up and listen to the Puddlemere/Harpies game on the wireless.
Ginny's eyes sparkled. "Perfect." Then she frowned. "But how am I going to get out of school?"
Harry smirked. "Didn't you mention that Fleur taught you that contraception spell? I wonder how she'd feel about signing you out of school for an evening of Weasley family togetherness, and then conveniently forget the family?"
Ginny laughed. "I think we'd owe her for a long time," she said. "And it would be totally worth it."
"It's settled then," said Harry with satisfaction. He looked around the bed. "I think we are going to need to Accio our clothes though," he said.
Ginny was peering under the comforter. "Hmmm, yes. I don't see my knickers anywhere." She picked up her wand and then put it back down. "Harry?"
"Before we go, do you think the Room might build us a quick shower?"