Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Sunlight streamed through the small attic window, painting golden stripes across Harry's face and dragging him reluctantly from dreams that were far too vivid to be decent. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, his body still thrumming with the memory of Gabrielle's mouth, her innocent eyes looking up at him as she swallowed every drop of his...
Right. That actually happened.
Harry sat up slowly, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. His cock was already stirring beneath the sheets, apparently ready for round two despite the early hour. He needed to get downstairs before his body betrayed him completely.
The ladder creaked under his weight as he descended into the girls' room. The beds were empty, sheets rumpled and pillows askew, the lingering scent of perfume and something distinctly feminine hanging in the warm air. Harry's eyes found Ginny's bed automatically, and his treacherous mind immediately supplied the image of her bare arse, her pink pussy peeking out between her thighs...
He shook his head firmly and made for the door.
The Burrow was alive with the chaos of a full house. Voices and laughter drifted up from the kitchen, the clatter of dishes and the sizzle of frying bacon creating a symphony of domestic normalcy that felt almost surreal after last night's events. Harry took the stairs two at a time, following the smell of food and the sound of Molly's cheerful commands.
He found Hermione in the hallway just outside the kitchen, fiddling with a strand of her bushy hair and looking like she was trying to decide whether to go in or flee back upstairs. She was wearing a cream jumper that Harry could have sworn he'd seen before, though something about it seemed different. The neckline dipped lower than he remembered, showing a generous amount of creamy skin and the beginning swell of her breasts.
"Hermione," Harry said, and she jumped like he'd fired a hex at her.
"Harry! You startled me." She pressed a hand to her chest, which only drew his attention to the way her breasts pushed against the soft wool of her jumper.
"Sorry, I... look, can we talk? About last night?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed pink. "There's nothing to talk about."
"There is, though." Harry stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I walked in on you changing. I saw your... I mean, I don't want things to be weird between us. You're my best friend."
She hit his chest lightly, her small fist bouncing off harmlessly. "Why would it ruin our friendship? It was just an accident!"
"Because you can't even look me in the eye right now," Harry pointed out.
Hermione's gaze, which had indeed been fixed somewhere around his collarbone, reluctantly lifted to meet his. Her blush deepened. "I'm embarrassed, okay? You saw my... you know."
"Your tits," Harry said, and Hermione made a strangled sound. "And you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. They're perfect. Honestly, Hermione, I've never seen such perfect tits in my life. Round and full and your nipples were this gorgeous shade of pink, and the way they bounced when you tried to cover them..."
"Harry!" Hermione's voice was a scandalized whisper, but she didn't step away. If anything, she swayed slightly closer, her arms pressing together in front of her in a gesture that might have been demure embarrassment but had the very intentional effect of pushing her breasts together. The neckline of her jumper gaped, revealing a valley of cleavage so deep Harry could have lost his wand in it. "You can't just say things like that!"
"Am I wrong?"
She opened her mouth, closed it, and bit her lower lip in a way that made Harry's cock twitch in his trousers.
"That jumper," Harry said suddenly, his eyes narrowing. "You've worn it before. But I don't remember the neck being that low."
Hermione's blush exploded across her entire face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Did you modify it? Make it show more cleavage?"
"I... that's... you're being ridiculous!"
But her arms pressed together even more firmly, her tits practically spilling out of the low neckline, creating a display that would have made a lesser wizard fall to his knees in worship.
"You're calling me ridiculous while your tits are about to pop out of your slutty little jumper?" Harry grinned, something loosening in his chest. He'd been worried about nothing. Hermione wasn't traumatised by what happened. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying the attention. "I think I had nothing to worry about after all."
"I am not being slutty, I just... the house is warm and I didn't want to... oh, shut up!"
"BREAKFAST!" Molly's voice echoed through the house, cutting off whatever Hermione had been about to say. "COME EAT BEFORE IT GETS COLD!"
Hermione fled toward the kitchen, but not before Harry caught the small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
The kitchen table was a battlefield of controlled chaos. Every seat was occupied, platters of food passed hand over hand, conversations overlapping in a cacophony of morning cheer. Harry found himself wedged between Ginny and Hermione, his shoulders brushing against both women as he reached for toast.
Across the table, positioned between Fleur and Apolline like some sort of Veela sandwich, sat Gabrielle.
She looked angelic in the morning light, her silvery-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes bright and innocent. The picture of purity and grace.
And then her eyes met Harry's, and she licked her lips slowly, her pink tongue tracing across her bottom lip like she was savouring a particularly delicious memory.
Harry's cock surged against his thigh.
Fucking hell.
Every time he looked at her, his mind supplied unhelpful images. Gabrielle on her knees. Gabrielle's throat working as she swallowed. Gabrielle's whispered promise of more to come...
"More sausage, 'Arry?"
Harry's head snapped toward Fleur, who was offering him a platter of breakfast sausages with a pleasant smile. She was wearing a loose morning blouse, the fabric soft and flowing, clearly designed for comfort rather than seduction.
Which made it even more devastating when she leaned forward to pass him the platter.
The blouse fell away from her body, gaping open, and Harry found himself staring straight down into paradise. Fleur's tits hung there, full and perfect and completely braless, the soft flesh swaying gently with her movement. Harry held his breath, his eyes fixed on the tantalising view, waiting for her nipples to come into sight...
She straightened up.
Harry nearly groaned out loud at the near miss, his cock throbbing angrily in his trousers like it wanted to lodge a formal complaint.
"Is somezing wrong?" Fleur asked, her head tilted innocently.
"No," Harry managed, his voice strangled. "Nothing at all."
Breakfast continued in a blur of torture. Ginny's bare leg pressed against his under the table. Hermione kept leaning over to reach things, her modified jumper doing its job admirably. Apolline caught his eye and winked. Gabrielle continued her campaign of silent seduction, her tongue appearing at strategic moments to lick syrup from her fingers or cream from her spoon.
By the time the meal ended, Harry was fairly certain he was going to die of terminal arousal.
As the table began to clear, chairs scraping back and dishes levitating toward the sink under Molly's direction, Harry felt a firm grip on his arm.
"We need to talk," Ginny said, her voice low. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something in her brown eyes that made Harry's stomach flip. "Privately."
She didn't wait for his response, simply tugged him out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Harry followed, his mind racing through possibilities. Had she seen something last night? Heard something? Was she about to hex him into next week for perving on her while she slept?
Ginny led him up the stairs with purpose, past the first landing, past the second, all the way up to the girls' room. She checked the hallway, confirmed it was empty, and pulled him inside, closing the door firmly behind them.
The room was quiet. The beds remained unmade from this morning, sheets tangled, pillows scattered. Harry's eyes found Ginny's bed automatically, the same bed where he'd seen her...
"You're staring at my bed."
Harry's gaze snapped to Ginny. She stood with her back against the door, arms crossed, her tight red top straining against her perky breasts. Her short skirt showed off her toned, athletic thighs, the legs of a Quidditch player who spent hours on a broom.
"I wasn't..."
"You were. And I know why." Ginny pushed off from the door, stalking toward him with predatory grace. "You're thinking about what you saw last night, aren't you? My arse? My pussy?"
Harry's brain short-circuited. "You... what?"
"I wasn't asleep, Harry."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication.
"I heard you come down the ladder," Ginny continued, her voice low and dangerous. "I threw off my duvet on purpose. I wanted you to see me."
"But... why?"
Ginny stopped in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, her perfume teasing his senses. "Because I've wanted you for years, Harry Potter. Years. And I was tired of waiting for you to notice me."
"I noticed you," Harry said weakly. "I definitely noticed you last night."
"Oh, I know you did." A wicked smile curved her lips. "I also heard what happened after. With Gabrielle."
Harry's heart stopped.
"All of it," Ginny continued, her eyes never leaving his. "I lay there, pretending to be asleep, while that little French minx sucked your cock mere feet away from me. I heard every wet sound. Every muffled groan. I was so turned on I nearly touched myself right there."
"Ginny..."
"I'm not naive, Harry. I know I'm not the only witch who wants you. I've seen how Hermione looks at you when she thinks no one's watching. How Gabrielle practically drools every time you walk into a room. Merlin, even my own mother can't keep her hands off you!" She laughed, a husky sound that went straight to Harry's cock. "I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm not asking for exclusivity."
"Then what do you want?"
Ginny's hands found the hem of her red top. "I want to be first."
She pulled the top over her head in one smooth motion, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were perky and perfect, smaller than Hermione's or Gabrielle's but absolutely gorgeous on her athletic frame. Her nipples were already hard, dusky pink peaks that begged to be touched.
"First to have your cock inside me," Ginny said, her voice steady even as her chest heaved with rapid breaths. "Before Gabrielle. Before Hermione. Before anyone else. I want to claim that."
Her hands went to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a tiny red thong, the same one he'd glimpsed up her skirt last night. The thin fabric clung to her pussy, already visibly damp, the outline of her sex clear against the stretched material.
"And then I don't care what you do with the others." She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thong. "The others are all downstairs. We have time." The thong joined the skirt on the floor, and Ginny stood before him completely naked, her toned body on full display, her legs slightly parted, her pussy glistening with arousal. "So what do you say, Harry? Do you want me or not?"
Harry didn't stand a chance.
He was on her in a heartbeat, his mouth crashing against hers, his hands roaming her body with desperate hunger. Ginny moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She tasted like pumpkin juice and cinnamon, her lips soft and warm against his, and Harry couldn't get enough.
His hands found her arse, squeezing the firm flesh, and Ginny gasped against his lips. Her fingers fumbled with his trousers, yanking at the button, shoving them down his hips. His cock sprang free, slapping against her stomach, and she wrapped her hand around his length immediately.
"Fuck," she breathed, breaking the kiss to look down. "Gabrielle wasn't exaggerating. You're massive."
"You talked to Gabrielle?"
"She may have mentioned a few things this morning." Ginny stroked him slowly, her grip firm and confident. "She said I was going to love it."
Harry groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. "Ginny..."
"The bed," she said, pulling away from him and walking backward toward her unmade bed. "I want you to fuck me on my bed. The same bed you were staring at last night while you imagined all the things you wanted to do to me."
She climbed onto the mattress, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her arse facing him. The same arse he'd stared at last night, now presented to him like an offering. She looked over her shoulder, her red hair falling across her face, her eyes dark with desire.
"This is how I was lying, wasn't it? When you were staring at my pussy like a starving man?"
Harry's cock throbbed painfully. "Ginny, you're going to kill me."
"Not yet. First, I want you to fuck me." She wiggled her arse invitingly. "Come on, Potter. Show me what that big cock can do."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock bobbing eagerly between her thighs. He ran the tip through her folds, gathering her wetness, and Ginny moaned loudly.
"Someone will hear you," Harry warned, even as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"I don't care. Let them hear. Let them know I got here first."
And with that, Harry thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth stroke.
Merlin's fucking beard.
Ginny was tight. So incredibly, impossibly tight that Harry had to freeze, his fingers digging into her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt like hot silk wrapped around his cock, her walls gripping him so firmly he worried he might cum right then and there.
"Oh my god," Ginny whimpered, her face dropping to the mattress, her arse staying high in the air. "Oh fuck, you're so big. I feel so full..."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect. Now move. Fuck me. I've been waiting too long for this."
Harry pulled back slowly, watching his cock slide out of her, glistening with her arousal. The sight was obscene, erotic beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He thrust back in, harder this time, and Ginny cried out, grabbing a pillow and shoving her face into it to muffle the sound.
"That's it," Harry groaned, setting a steady rhythm. "Fuck, Ginny, you feel incredible."
"Harder," came her muffled demand. "Stop being gentle. I'm not going to break."
Something snapped in Harry. All the frustration from the past day, all the teasing and the torture, it all came rushing to the surface. He gripped her hips tighter and started pounding into her with abandon, his hips slapping against her arse with each thrust, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the room.
Ginny screamed into the pillow, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. Her arse jiggled with each impact, the same arse he'd stared at last night, now bouncing against his hips as he claimed her completely.
"This is what you wanted?" Harry growled, reaching forward to grab a handful of her red hair, pulling her head back. "You wanted me to catch you like this? Wanted me to see your tight little cunt and go mad wanting to fuck you?"
"Yes!" Ginny gasped, her back arching. "I wanted you to want me so badly you couldn't think straight!"
"Well, congratulations. It worked." Harry slapped her arse, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin, and Ginny moaned so loudly he was sure they'd hear it downstairs. "I spent the whole night thinking about your pussy. About what it would feel like to be inside you."
"And what does it feel like?"
"Like heaven," Harry admitted, his pace never slowing. "Like I never want to fuck anyone else ever again."
Ginny laughed breathlessly. "Liar. You're going to fuck Gabrielle next. I know you are."
"Is that what you want?"
"I want to hear it," Ginny confessed, her voice breaking as Harry hit a particularly deep spot. "I want to lie in my bed and pretend to be asleep while you fuck her brains out. I want to touch myself while I listen to her scream your name."
Fucking hell. This witch was going to be the death of him.
Harry reached around her body, his fingers finding her clit, and started rubbing in tight circles. Ginny shrieked, her whole body tensing.
"Oh fuck! Harry! I'm going to... I'm so close..."
"Then cum for me," Harry commanded, his own orgasm building rapidly. "Cum on my cock like the desperate little witch you are."
That was all it took. Ginny's body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Harry's cock like a vice, her muffled screams filling the room as she came harder than he'd ever seen anyone cum before. She shook and trembled, her walls spasming around him, milking his cock with rhythmic pulses.
It was too much. Harry felt his balls tighten, felt the pressure building, and he pulled out at the last second, his cock pulsing as he came all over her perfect arse. Rope after rope of hot cum splattered across her cheeks, painting her skin white, dripping down between her thighs.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, his cock still twitching, still spilling onto her. "Fuck, Ginny..."
"Mmm," Ginny hummed, collapsing onto the mattress, her cum-covered arse still raised slightly. "That was... wow. Gabrielle really wasn't exaggerating."
Harry's legs felt like jelly. He sat back on his heels, staring at his handiwork, Ginny's arse decorated with his release, her pussy still glistening and slightly gaping from his cock.
Creak.
They both froze.
Footsteps. On the stairs. Coming up.
"Shit!" Ginny hissed, suddenly very alert. "Go! The attic! Now!"
Harry scrambled off the bed, yanking up his trousers, his softening cock still dripping. Ginny shoved him toward the ladder, her eyes wide.
"Go, go, go!"
Harry climbed, his hands slipping on the rungs, his heart pounding. He was halfway up when he looked down and caught one last glimpse of Ginny. She was still naked, still covered in his cum, and she was grinning up at him like a cat who'd got the cream.
"I expect you to take care of Gabrielle next," she whispered up at him. "I want to hear it happen tonight."
The door handle turned.
Harry disappeared through the trapdoor, pulling it closed behind him just as the door opened below.
"Ginny?" Hermione's confused voice drifted up through the floorboards. "Why are you naked? And why does it smell like... oh my god."
Harry collapsed onto his attic bed, heart racing, a grin spreading across his face.
Best Christmas ever.
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).