Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Harry was dreaming.
Silvery-blonde hair cascaded through his fingers. A tight cunt gripped his cock. Moans filled his ears, overlapping, blurring together until he couldn't tell whose voice belonged to which witch. Hermione's brown eyes looked up at him, lips wrapped around his shaft. Gabrielle begged him in French. Fleur's guilty whimpers echoed from a cramped cupboard. Apolline bent over a kitchen table, demanding more, harder, deeper.
The witches shifted and merged, faces bleeding into one another like watercolours in the rain. Ginny's freckles. Hermione's bushy hair. Gabrielle's perfect tits. They all wanted him. They all needed him. His cock was everywhere at once, buried in tight heat, surrounded by soft lips, being worshipped by hands and tongues and desperate moans.
Something warm wrapped around his shaft.
Not in the dream. In reality.
Harry's consciousness swam upward through layers of sleep like rising through treacle. The sensation persisted. A firm grip. Slow strokes. The unmistakable feeling of a small hand unable to fully encircle his girth.
His foggy brain caught up a beat too late. Someone's wanking me off.
He became aware of other things. A warm body pressed against his side. Soft breath against his neck. The tickle of hair across his bare chest. The musky scent of sex still clinging to his skin from the night before.
The hand squeezed, and Harry groaned.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
Ginny's voice. Low and amused and far too pleased with herself.
Harry forced his eyes open.
The attic was dim, grey morning light filtering through the small window. Boxing Day had arrived. And so, apparently, had Ginny.
She was propped up on one elbow beside him, her red hair tumbling over her shoulders in messy waves, a satisfied smirk playing across her freckled face. She wore his old Quidditch jersey, the one with POTTER emblazoned across the back. The neckline hung loose on her smaller frame, exposing one bare shoulder and a tantalising glimpse of her collarbone.
Her other hand was wrapped around his cock.
"You make the most adorable noises in your sleep," Ginny informed him, her grip tightening as she stroked him with lazy confidence. "Moaning. Twitching. You said Gabrielle's name twice. Hermione's once. And you growled something about bending someone over a table that sounded absolutely filthy."
Harry blinked, trying to get his brain to catch up with his body. His cock was already fully hard in her grip, standing proud and thick and very much awake.
"How long have you been doing that?"
"Long enough to know you're a very deep sleeper." Her smile widened. "Happy Boxing Day, Harry."
"Happy Boxing Day," he managed, his voice still rough with sleep.
Ginny's hand kept moving, slow and steady, her thumb tracing the ridge of his head with each upstroke. She looked completely unbothered by the situation. Like wanking him awake was the most natural thing in the world.
Because it is, Harry realised. This is just... us.
There was an ease between them that didn't exist with the others. Ginny didn't need to be seduced or broken down or coaxed past her inhibitions. She knew what she wanted and she took it. Always had.
"You know," she said conversationally, still stroking him, "I was going to let you sleep in. Very considerate of me, I thought. But then you started twitching in your sleep and your cock was just right there, and I thought, well, it would be rude not to."
"Very rude," Harry agreed. His hips rolled upward into her grip without conscious thought.
"Exactly." She squeezed him appreciatively. "Merlin, you're hard. Were you having good dreams?"
"Something like that."
"Mmm." Ginny shifted closer, pressing her body against his side. The movement made the jersey ride up, and Harry realised with a jolt of arousal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her bare thigh brushed against his leg, smooth and warm. "I bet. Six gorgeous witches throwing themselves at you all holiday. Must be exhausting."
"Terrible burden," Harry said. "Don't know how I manage."
Ginny laughed, bright and genuine, and the sound did something warm in Harry's chest. He'd missed that laugh. They hadn't dated in over a year, but some things didn't fade.
"I have a present for you," she announced, her hand slowing to a torturous crawl.
"Besides this?" Harry gestured vaguely at her grip on his cock.
"This is just the warm-up." Her brown eyes glittered with mischief. "I've been saving something special. Something none of the others have given you yet."
Harry's brain, still fuzzy with sleep and arousal, took a moment to process that.
"Ginny..."
"I want you in my arse."
Harry's brain went blank for a full three seconds.
He stared at her. She stared right back, completely unembarrassed, her hand still wrapped around his shaft.
"You're serious."
"As a Hippogriff." She gave him a squeeze. "I've been thinking about it since you stuffed me full of your cock yesterday morning. Couldn't stop thinking about it, actually. Kept wondering what it would feel like if you took me from behind and just... slipped a little higher."
Harry's cock throbbed in her grip.
"Ginny, I'm not exactly small."
"I noticed." Her eyes dropped to his shaft, tracing its length with obvious appreciation. "That's rather the point, isn't it?"
"I could hurt you."
"You could." She said it matter-of-factly. "But you won't. Because you're going to be a very good boy and go slow. At first." Her smile turned wicked. "Then you're going to fuck my arse until I can't walk straight and I'll have something to brag about to Gabrielle."
Harry laughed despite himself. "Is that what this is about? One-upping Gabrielle?"
"Maybe a little." Ginny's grin was shameless. "She's been insufferably smug about that first blowjob. Time to remind her who got your cock inside her first."
"You're competitive to a frankly alarming degree."
"And you love it."
He did. Merlin help him, he really did.
Ginny released his cock and sat up, the movement making the jersey slip further down one shoulder. The fabric barely covered her arse as she moved to straddle his thighs, settling her weight on him with casual possessiveness.
Harry's breath caught.
She was beautiful in the grey morning light. Freckled shoulders, wild red hair, brown eyes bright with anticipation. The jersey had ridden up completely now, giving Harry a perfect view of where her thighs met her hips. Her pussy was on full display, pink and glistening, already wet with arousal.
"Like what you see?" Ginny asked, not really a question.
"Always."
She smiled at that, soft and genuine, and for a moment she was just Ginny. The girl who used to fly Quidditch with him until the sun went down. The girl who laughed at his terrible jokes and called him an idiot when he needed it. The girl he'd loved, once, in a simpler way.
Then she reached for the hem of the jersey and pulled it over her head.
Fuck.
Ginny Weasley naked was a sight Harry would never get tired of. Her Quidditch player's body was toned from years of practice, athletic and tight in all the right places. Her tits were smaller than Hermione's or Gabrielle's, but perky and perfect, topped with pale pink nipples that were already stiff in the cool morning air. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrow before flaring out into athletic hips. And between her thighs, that pretty pink cunt, bare and smooth.
"Enjoying yourself?" she teased.
Harry grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, making her gasp as her wet pussy dragged along his shaft.
"I'm about to."
Ginny's eyes went wide for just a moment before her grin returned. "There he is. The new Harry. I was wondering when he'd show up."
"You've been teasing me since I woke up."
"Teasing is what I do." She ground down against him, her slick folds parting around his thickness. "Getting you all worked up and desperate. Watching you twitch in your sleep while I played with your cock. Very entertaining."
Harry's fingers dug into her hips. "Entertaining?"
"Mmhm." She rocked forward again, letting his shaft slide through her wetness without actually taking him inside. "You're cute when you're frustrated."
"Ginny."
"Yes?"
"Stop talking and get on your hands and knees."
Her answering grin was pure wickedness. "Yes, sir."
She climbed off him and turned around, positioning herself on the narrow attic bed with her arse raised high. Her cheeks were round and pale, dusted with faint freckles, absolutely perfect. She spread her knees wider, and Harry's mouth went dry.
Her pussy was right there, pink and glistening, still wet from grinding against him. But that wasn't where his attention fixed.
Higher, between her parted cheeks, her tight little arsehole winked at him. A tiny pink pucker, impossibly small, looking utterly unprepared for what was about to stretch it.
"Merlin," Harry breathed.
Ginny looked over her shoulder at him, red hair falling across her face. "See something you like?"
Harry moved up behind her, his cock bobbing between his thighs. His hands found her arse, cupping both cheeks, spreading them wider. The view made his head spin. Her arsehole looked so tight, so tiny against the thick length of his shaft. He could see her pussy clenching in anticipation, her juices dripping down her inner thighs.
"This is really what you want?"
"Harry." Her voice was exasperated and fond. "If I didn't want it, I wouldn't be arse-up in your bed at seven in the morning. Stop overthinking and start stretching."
He couldn't help but laugh. Classic Ginny. No drama, no seduction routine. Just straightforward demand for what she wanted.
"Bossy."
"You love it."
He did.
Harry reached down and pressed his thumb against her arsehole, testing the resistance. Ginny inhaled sharply but didn't tense up. She was relaxed, trusting, ready.
"Tell me if I hurt you."
"I'll tell you if you're not going fast enough," she countered. "Honestly, Potter, I'm not made of glass."
He pressed harder, and his thumb slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Ginny moaned, a low sound of pleasure that went straight to his cock.
"Fuck," she breathed. "Yeah. More of that."
Harry worked his thumb in and out, watching her arsehole stretch around him, watching the way her hips pushed back to meet his intrusion. She was so tight here. Impossibly tight. The thought of replacing his thumb with his cock made his vision blur.
"You've done this before?" he asked.
"Fingers," Ginny admitted, her voice breathy. "My own. Thinking about you." She pushed back against him. "Never anything this big, though. Which is rather the point."
Harry pulled his thumb free and Ginny whimpered at the loss. He lined up his cock instead, pressing the thick head against her entrance. The size difference was almost comical. His shaft looked massive against her tiny hole.
"Slow," he said, more to himself than her.
"Not too slow." Ginny wiggled her arse impatiently. "Don't be precious about it. Just push."
He pushed.
The head of his cock pressed against her arsehole, meeting resistance, stretching her tiny entrance around his girth. Ginny sucked in a breath, her fingers fisting in the sheets.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, fuck, that's—"
Harry stopped immediately. "Too much?"
"Don't you dare stop." Her voice was strained but determined. "Just... give me a second."
He held still, every instinct screaming at him to push forward, to bury himself in that impossible tightness. Her arsehole was stretched around just the tip of his cock, gripping him with pressure that made his balls ache.
Merlin. She's so tight. So fucking tight.
Ginny let out a long breath, and he felt her relax around him. "Okay. Keep going."
Harry pressed forward.
Inch by agonising inch, his cock sank into her arse. Ginny moaned continuously, a low sound that rose in pitch as he filled her. The pressure was unreal, her body squeezing every inch of him so tight he could barely think.
"Fuck!" Ginny's voice cracked. "Harry, you're so fucking big!"
He stopped halfway, giving her time to adjust. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Every part of him wanted to slam forward, to take her completely, but he held himself in check.
"How does it feel?" His voice came out strangled.
Ginny laughed breathlessly. "Like I've got a broom handle up my arse." She pushed back against him, taking another inch. "The best broom handle in the bloody world."
"Romantic."
"Shut up." But she was grinning, he could hear it in her voice. "More. Give me more."
Harry pushed deeper.
Ginny's moan dropped low, guttural. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. Her back arched, pressing her arse higher, taking him deeper still. He watched his cock disappear into her, watched her tiny hole stretch obscenely around his girth, the slow push swallowing him inch by thick inch.
I'm inside Ginny's arse. I'm actually inside her arse.
The thought sent a spike of arousal through him so intense it was almost painful.
Finally, he bottomed out. His hips pressed flush against her cheeks. His entire cock was buried in her arse. He could feel her heartbeat pulsing around him, could feel the tremors running through her body as she adjusted to his size.
"Fuck," Ginny whispered. "Fuck fuck fuck."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm full." She sounded dazed. "I'm so fucking full. I can feel you in my stomach."
Harry held perfectly still, letting her body adapt. His cock throbbed inside her, surrounded by heat and pressure that threatened to undo him entirely.
"You feel incredible," he managed.
"I feel like I might pass out." Ginny laughed weakly. "In a good way. Definitely a good way." She wiggled her hips experimentally and they both moaned. "Okay. Okay, I think... I think you can move now."
Harry pulled back slowly.
Watching his cock slide out of her arse was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. Her tiny hole clung to him desperately, stretched around his girth, reluctant to let him go. He withdrew until just the head remained inside, then pushed forward again.
"Oh!" Ginny's voice hitched. "Oh, that's... fuck, Harry, that's good."
He set a slow rhythm, careful and controlled, giving her time to adjust to each thrust. In and out. Watching himself disappear into her. Watching her arsehole grip his shaft like it was made for him.
She took it. She actually took it. My whole cock, up her arse.
"Faster," Ginny demanded.
"Ginny—"
"I can take it." She pushed back against him impatiently. "Stop treating me like I'm fragile and fuck me properly."
Harry's control slipped.
He grabbed her hips and thrust forward, harder than before. Ginny cried out, her voice echoing in the cramped attic.
"YES! Like that! More!"
He gave her more. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock into her arse with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Ginny's moans grew louder, more desperate, her athletic body rocking with each impact.
"Harry! Fuck, Harry, your cock is so big!"
He watched himself pound into her, watched her arse ripple, watched her tight hole stretch and grip and squeeze. His balls slapped against her pussy with each thrust, and he could feel her wetness dripping down his sack.
"You're taking it so well," Harry growled. "My cock buried in your tight little arse. You love it, don't you?"
"I love it!" Ginny wailed. "I fucking love it! Don't stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping.
He leaned forward, changing the angle, and Ginny screamed. His cock hit something deep inside her that made her whole body shake. Her inner walls clamped down on him so tight he saw stars.
"Right there!" she gasped. "Merlin's balls, right there!"
He hammered that spot relentlessly, driving into her with everything he had. Ginny was beyond words now, reduced to moans and gasps and desperate whimpers. Her fingers tore at the sheets. Her toes curled. Her arse pushed back to meet every thrust.
This is what she wanted, Harry thought hazily. This is her gift to me. And I'm going to make her scream.
"Touch yourself," he commanded.
Ginny's hand flew between her thighs. He could hear the wet sounds of her fingers working her clit, could feel her cunt clenching in time with his thrusts. She was going to cum. She was going to cum with his cock buried in her arse.
"Harry!" Her voice broke on his name. "I'm close! I'm so fucking close!"
"Cum for me." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. "Cum with my cock in your arse!"
Ginny exploded.
Her scream echoed through the attic, probably through the entire house, as her orgasm tore through her. Her arse clenched around him impossibly tight, rippling and squeezing, milking his cock with desperate contractions. Her whole body shook, trembling, convulsing with the force of her release.
"HARRY! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCK!"
Harry couldn't hold back anymore.
He slammed forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and came.
His vision whited out. His balls emptied themselves deep in her arse, rope after rope of hot cum flooding her insides. Ginny moaned at the sensation, still shaking through aftershocks, her body milking him for everything he had.
"Fill me up," she gasped. "Fill my arse. Give me all of it."
Harry's hips jerked involuntarily, pumping more cum into her, more than he thought he had left after last night. She took it all, her tight hole squeezing him through every pulse.
When it finally ended, Harry collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands to avoid crushing her. They were both gasping for breath, both trembling, both utterly spent.
"Merlin," Ginny breathed. "Fucking Merlin."
Harry laughed weakly, his softening cock still buried inside her. "Good?"
"Good?" She turned her head to look at him, her face flushed, her red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. "Potter, I'm going to need a Cushioning Charm to sit down for a week." Her grin was pure satisfaction. "Brilliant."
Harry pulled out slowly, watching his cum dribble from her stretched arsehole. The sight was obscene.
Ginny rolled onto her back, utterly boneless, and spread her arms across the bed. Her tits rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal. Her grin hadn't faded.
"Best Boxing Day present I ever gave anyone," she declared.
"Best I ever received."
Ginny laughed, bright and warm. "Gabrielle is going to be so jealous."
"Is that really what you're thinking about right now?"
"Among other things." She stretched lazily, her naked body on full display. "Mostly I'm thinking about how long it's going to take before you can do that again."
Harry looked down at his cock, which was already beginning to stir.
Ginny followed his gaze. Her grin widened.
"Happy Boxing Day, Harry."
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).