Ginny's Manipulations

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly, as HBP would have been different if I did.

A/N: Just a smutty plot bunny I needed to get out of my head.

Ginny's Manipulations

It was the summer after Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. He had killed the Dark Lord once and for all few months before, and he was now cheered everywhere as "The-Man-Who-Killed-Him", and had no reason to be with his hated relatives again.

So he had come straightaway to the Burrow with the other Weasleys, and since then Ginny had lost sleep over him.

Sixth year had done lots of good to him, due to his intensive training, and that had brought lots of girls to fancy him. He had decided for once to have fun, and took vantage from the situation, dating four girls in a month, and from the rumours going around in the school, shagging them.

Ginny had dreamy eyes.

"My, he's such a sex-god, with those green eyes, the nice muscles he's built in the years of Quidditch and training, he's quite tall too, and his spiky hair is soo sexy..." she thought, thinking of the boy in the room just across the hall.

Then she heard water running in the bathroom. Knowing it couldn't be Ron, her brother would never get up that early during summer, her curiosity raised.

So she snuck out of her room and peeked into the bathroom.

What she found herself looking at was a show that would haunt her dreams for nights and nights again.

Harry was there, completely naked, humming in the steaming hot water.

Oblivious to having an audience, he continued washing himself, while Ginny ogled at his whole body, letting her eyes roam over his muscled back, and those strong arms of his she would die to be held in…and it did not hurt that he got quite a nice arse too!

Since he was going to turn, she retreated out of the door, and peeked from the keyhole, managing to get a glimpse of his front. Blushing deeply at what she saw, the redhead girl moved away to slid back into her room.

She entered her bed again, feeling her knickers damp while she started touching herself, recalling the images of him in his whole nude glory.

Soon she came, moaning softly into her pillow.

That was it. She definitely had to get him in her bed, soon. After all, she ahd known him forever, and if someone was good to be his girlfriend it was her. Well, there was someone else that qualified, to be truthful, but she was sure she did not think of him like that.

How could it that be possible was beyond her, tough.

That day, she kept openly flirting with him, touching his arm every she spoke to him, or he would make her laugh, then she sat near him at lunch.

He was not getting the hint, or he wasn't interested in her, tough, as he never flirted back with her, or something. Not that she was ugly, many blokes at school thought she was one of the hottest girls in the castle, and many she had dated, so she was a bit at a loss for what to do.

Next day, she dropped the flirting attitude, and kept reading from a book she had found in the attic, into a dusty trunk.

“Hey, Ginny, you're not going to turn into Hermione, are you?” Ron teased her. She rolled her eyes at him.

If only he knew…

Harry laughed along his best friend, and they went to practice some Quidditch moves they had read about last night.

“Sickle for your thoughts?” a known voice interrupted her reading again.

She looked up from the book.

“Hi, Hermione. When have you gotten here?” she asked, standing up and closing her book. She grinned at the other girl and hugged her.

“Just now. I see the boys are leaving you on your own” she said.

“You know how they are, always going on about Quidditch”

So the two girls caught up. Hermione had been to Australia with her parents till that moment.

When the boys landed, Harry spotted the brown-haired witch and grinned at her.

“Mione! You're here!” he said, walking toward the girl and hugging her tightly.

Then he pulled her back and looked at her. “My, Australia did wonders for you” he said appreciatively, noticing her tan that gave her a really healthy glow.

Ginny scowled, but no one noticed.

That day Harry seemed glued to Hermione, as he never left her side.

“So this is why he doesn't even look at me. He fancies her!” she thought angrily, preparing for bed, but then when the other girl entered, as they shared the room as usual, she wore a false smile.

Hermione simply sat on her bed, and started telling her about Australia, things Ginny did not care for at all. But, now and then she would catch the other girl speaking about how much she missed Harry, or things like that.

“Hermione, do you fancy Harry?” Ginny abruptly asked. She had thought the Gryffindor bookworm was the only one able to resist his charms, but it was clear she was mistaken.

The other girl looked at her dumbfounded, blushing. She lowered her head. “Yes, I do. Was I that obvious?”

Ginny nodded, anger rising in her. Harry fancied her, she fancied him…the situation was really critical, something had to be done soon.

“Actually, I think, no, I'm sure I do not simply fancy him” Hermione said, dreamily, oblivious to the other girl's rising temper. “I know I'm in love with him”

Ginny sighed. Hermione was her friend after all, and she hated to hurt her friends, but it was something she could not avoid this time. Next day she was going to do something to right the situation.

After all, Hermione was all wrong for Harry. She, Ginny Weasley, was his equal and ideal girl.

In the meanwhile, the raven haired wizard Ginny loved that much was sleeping soundly, finally free of nightmares, dreaming of a certain brunette across the hall.

Next day, Harry spent lots of time with Hermione, trying to muster the courage to ask her out, but he did not manage.

“Come on, Potter. You can defeat and kill the Dark Lord, this is just asking a girl out! You can't be scared, for Merlin's sake!” he chastised himself that night at dinner, after that all day he had failed.

He was starting to think maybe he should ask Ron for help, but then reconsidered. The redhead boy was not exactly known for tact and being good in dealing with girls. He was rather famous, instead, for sticking his foot in his mouth quite often, especially regarding Hermione.

On his way to the loo, leaving Hermione and Ron in the living room, he felt something tickling his back, but he thought no more of that after it vanished one moment later.

Then he returned to his friends, and chatted some more with them, then called it a night.

He took one last glass of pumpkin juice in the kitchen before heading to the room he shared with Ron and crashing on his bed.

Strangely, tough, he woke up later that night, not due to bad dreams, but because he did not feel sleepy anymore. He cautiously snuck out of his room, and walked down to catch some fresh air.

He spotted someone out in the porch, and found Ginny there.

“Hey, Gin. Not able to sleep, uh?”

She nodded, then patted the spot near her. “Care to keep me some company?” she asked, giving him her best puppy eyes.

He grinned at her. “Of course, I'm not sleepy myself, anyway, so…”

And he sat near her. “Hey, you're quite cold. Here, let me warm you a bit” he said, while putting an arm around her.

She leaned into him, cuddling.

After some time, he turned toward her to speak, but was greeted by her lips crashing on his own.

He pushed her away.

“Gin, you know I don't fancy you that way” he said.

She knew the spell would need more time with him to start acting, so she started talking.

“You will. See, I'm sure you felt something tickling you on your way to the bathroom, earlier. Well, it was me. I cast an ancient spell on you, and the kiss will activate it” she said smugly. “You'll be head over heels with me before you know it”

“You scheming little…” he started, trying to catch her, but then a warm feeling spread through his body, and when he grabbed her wrist, he pulled her at him and kissed her hungrily, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Not that she was resisting him, anyway. Soon he started kissing down her neck, till he reached her cleavage.

While kissing her between her breasts, he unbuttoned her nightgown, an opened it. Creamy skin was revealed, and he played with her nipples like she and Hermione had done the previous night. Then he kissed his way down through her stomach, till he found the waistband of her knickers. He caressed her slit from outside, finding it wet, and grinned to himself. Then he slid his hand into her panties, and caressed the soft curls he found.

Going further down, he slid one finger into her, and she moaned softly.

“Harry…” she breathed, while he started fondling the bundle of nerves representing her clit.

She bit back a loud moan, and came hard. Then the girl started unfastening his belt, and then she got his fly open.

Rubbing her hand over his bulge, she purred wantonly, while he groaned.

And more he groaned when she relieved him from the constriction of his boxers, just to grab him with her soft hands long his shaft, flicking her thumb over its tip, moist with pre-cum.

Noises in the room startled them, so they quickly dressed again, and slid back to their rooms exchanging a last heated kiss.

Once in her bed, Ginny grinned to herself.

“Mission accomplished” she thought in triumph.

Harry instead, immediately fell asleep, dreams of Ginny filling his night, or the rest of it.

Next day, he winked at her at breakfast, and she blushed just a little. Hermione watched the two of them amusedly, having guessed something had changed between them. She was not the brightest witch in her year for nothing, and the grin Ginny wore when she slid back in their room that night was highly telling, if connected to her flirting with Harry that morning.

And she was jealous. But, after all, she had always known Harry would never fancy her, the plain bookworm, so she smiled at them, happy for him. At least, after all what he had been through, he was enjoying his late teen years and was happy.

That was what truly mattered to her.

Later that day Harry and Ginny were sharing a private moment when Ron and Hermione stumbled in them, snogging their brains out of each other.

“OY! Potter! If you're going to snog my sister like that, you better not hurt her, or I'll kill you, ok?” the redhead said, while walking away, Hermione pulling him to give them privacy.

“Guess we found them” she said amusedly while walking back to the house with her friend. However, once again a sad feeling gnawed at her from inside.

“Yeah, who would have guessed it? My best friend and my sister…” Ron said, laughing and shaking his head.

That night, a bit of talking went on in the boys' room.

“Seriously, mate. I know you won't hurt her, but still…” Ron said.

“Don't worry, Ron. I won't hurt her”

“By the way, how come you fancy her? I thought you liked Hermione…”

“Hermione?” Harry said, shocked. “Ron, she's just my best friend, like you. Do you think I fancy you?”

“Yuck! Mate, that was just disgusting, you know. Ok, so you do not fancy Hermione, then. Well, I guess this is it. Good night”

“Good night, Ron”

The rest of the summer passed in the same fashion, with Ginny and Harry as an item and sneaking away to snog as often as possible. At times they went near to take the next step in their relationship, but it never happened, for various reasons, mostly because at the Burrow someone was always there to interrupt them.

The day of taking the Hogwarts Express to go back to the school for their last year had come for the trio, and Ginny would attend her sixth year too.

As usual they took a compartment for themselves and Neville and Luna.

Now and then Harry and Ginny would glance at each other but they could not start snogging with all their friends there, could they?

So they settled for using well the Hogwarts closets.

That was the first of a long series of times they did, but with Filch searching for students out of bed they did never have the chance of going all the way.

Ron, being Head Boy, was doing his best to make good use of his private room with Luna Lovegood, and asking Hermione to use her Head Girl room was out of the picture, Harry could never face the embarrassment.

One night, it was by now almost Christmas, Lavender thought fun to reunite with the boys and play a game of “Truth or Dare”.

“So, who's going to start?” she asked.

“Let's start from you, till you are the one who suggested this” Parvati said. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth”

“Who do you fancy?”

“Aww, Parvs, that's mean. Ok, I'll tell. I fancy Harry Potter!”

All of them laughed, apart from Ginny, and Harry who spit his Butterbeer.

“Oh, come on, Harry. Almost every girl in the castle fancies you” Parvati said. “In fact, that question was a bit dull, I admit”

“Ok, now on you, Parvati…”

So things continued till it came to Hermione.

“Truth or Dare?” Dean asked her.

“Dare” the brown haired witch said, feeling bold.

“Ok, then, I dare you to kiss Harry right here”

Ginny paled. There was one only loophole in her plan, and it was explained in the book. If the charmed one was to kiss his/her true love, the spell would vanish.

She knew she needed to do something, but nothing came to her mind.

Finally, she started howling in fake pain, trying to interrupt the game. But that just got her in the Hospital Wing to be checked by Madam Pomfrey. Lav volunteered to accompany her, while the others could continue the game.

So, after some minutes of discussion, Hermione moved in front of Harry and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“No way, Granger. A French kiss it has to be” Seamus said.

She tried protesting again, but in the end she kissed him thoroughly. And, Harry felt like a click inside himself, and their hidden love for each other managed to break Ginny's spell.

Harry suddenly remembered what had happened at the Burrow that night.

Anger flared inside of him, and he left hastily to clear his thoughts.

“Wow…I did not think he would take that so bad” Dean said.

Hermione said nothing, interpreting his rage for rejection to her, and left quietly to her room. There, she started weeping softly, staining her pillow.

Almost one hour later, she heard banging on her Head Girl door.

“Hermione, I know you're there. We need to talk” Harry said. “I'm going to blast the door if you don't open at three. One…Two…” he raised his wand, “Three…Alohomo…” he started, but then he heard a soft click, and the door opened.

“What is it that you need to tell me, Harry?” she said, angered.

He explained her about what Ginny did to him, and she felt anger flare toward her so called “friend”.

“So, what I never got the chance to say is, Hermione, I love you” he said, kissing her softly.

“I love you too, Harry”

Soon her shirt was on the floor with his own, and their trousers and skirt too.

“My, you're beautiful” he gasped, staring at her almost naked form. She kept caressing his muscled chest, while he kissed her neck over and over, then descended on her breasts. He unclasped her bra, and slid it down her arms, before taking one nipple in his mouth. He started sucking on it, grazing it softly with his teeth, and she responded with loud moans.

Without even stopping his ministrations, he waved an hand and the door locked, as well as a Silencing Charm was put in place.

He went southwards, kissing down his way across her stomach, till he met her knickers. Grinning mischievously, he vanished them with a flick of his hand, while she gasped in shock.

“Harry James Potter, I need them!” she shouted at him.

“Not now, miss” he said, starting kissing her tights, slowly approaching her silky center.

Finally he stopped teasing her, kissing and licking her cunt, flicking his tongue inside her.

“Oh, Merlin…Harry!” she moaned, crying his name.

Content of having such a reaction from her, he started sucking on her little nub, driving her crazy.

Her body tensed reaching her climax, and then relaxed, and she started panting heavily. When she regained her breath, she crushed her lips to Harry's and then slid one hand into his boxers, grabbing his shaft.

He growled in pleasure, while she started pumping him up and down, smearing the first drops of pre-cum on the tip with her fingers.

Then she took him in her mouth, starting bobbing her head rhythmically, while he thrust deeper and deeper into her throat.

Harry felt his own climax approaching, so he carefully moved her head away from his cock.

“Mione, I'm not gonna last if you keep it up. And I want to make love to you now” he said, pushing her back on the bed.

He kissed her once again, and she could taste herself on his lips, then he slowly entered her. He met a barrier, and as gently as he could he thrust forward, breaking it.

That caused her to bite into his shoulder to strangle a cry of pain, but soon it washed over, and only pleasure remained. He started moving first slowly, then quicker and deeper.

She met his movements with the same rhythm, and soon he spent himself in her, the flow of his warm seed sending her over the edge once again.

They breathed hard, remaining that way, till he slid out of her, and kept her close, kissing the top of her head.

“My, this was wonderful. YOU are wonderful” he breathed in her ear, causing her to giggle.

“Harry, what are we going to do with Ginny?” she asked, suddenly sleepy.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly, as HBP would have been different if I did.

A/N: Just a smutty plot bunny I needed to get out of my head.

Ginny's Manipulations

Payback

He grinned devilishly at her. “I guess some payback is in order here”

She nodded, cuddling with the Man-She-Loved.

Soon both of them fell asleep, dreams of a life together filling their slumbers.

Next morning, Harry woke up with a wonderful feeling. Opening his eyes, although without glasses, he grinned at what he saw.

Hermione was still asleep in his arms, looking like an angel due to the sunlight reflecting a soft glow on her.

He remained there, stroking her hair lovingly, thinking of an adequate payback for Ginny.

Soon, he felt her stir.

“Good morning, beautiful” he whispered in her ear.

She turned to face him.

“Good morning, handsome. I feared it had been all just a wonderful dream” she said, kissing him good morning.

“If it were, I would have liked to not wake up anymore” he said, nuzzling her neck.

She giggled.

“Harry, if you keep it up we're not gonna leave this bed anytime soon, you know that, don't you?”

“Would it be that bad?” he said, kissing her neck, and thus eliciting a soft moan from her.

“No…not at all…but…”

He sighed.

“Ok, ok. I get the hint. Let's go have a shower then, so we can head to breakfast”

“Good idea, Mr. Potter. Are you going first, or I go?”

“I was thinking we could shower together…” he said mischievously, his eyes shining in mirth.

She swatted him softly on the arm.

“Prat”

“And you love me for that”

“That I do” she said, collecting her things and heading for the bathroom, just to be smacked on her bum.

She turned in shock, and he grinned at her, faking innocence.

“Harry James Potter…” she started in mock anger, but then burst in a fit of giggles.

One hour later, both of them showered and dressed, thye headed for the Great Hall.

“I guess we can have some fun with Ginny” he started. “For the moment let's make her think it's all still like she planned, ok?”

Hermione was not enthusiastic about that, but in the end agreed.

“Come on, love. I promise you it will be worth the sacrifice. By the way, since I'll be probably busy with the wench today, care to fill Ron about what she did? We can use his help, maybe”

She nodded.

As soon as Ginny saw them enter the Hall, she did not notice holding hands or any sort of affectionate gesture.

“Maybe it worked, and they did not kiss” she started thinking. “We'll know soon enough”

She greeted them warmly, and they replicated the gesture the best they could, anger flaring into both of them.

After breakfast, since it was Hogsmeade weekend, students started leaving the castle, and Ginny took Harry's hand.

He let her, and they walked that way till the village.

Once there, she led him toward the Shrieking Shack, and once they were out of sight, she started kissing him hungrily.

He replied as eagerly, forcing himself to think about Hermione, or he would not have been able to make it that passionate.

For long time they snogged, and Ginny was inwardly cheering.

“They did not kiss! I'm safe now! He's mine forever!” she continued thinking, and that led her to ravish his mouth even harder.

Then they met their friends at the Three Broomsticks, Hermione and Ron were there too.

The redhead boy had been told about his sister's scheme, and was not happy. If he was to do on his own way, he would have told her off already, but he decided to follow Harry and Hermione's plan. They had borrowed Hedwig to ask Molly if she could send them the book Ginny had read in the summer, if it was still at the Burrow, and if it was, to pack it to make it not recognizable.

Two days later, the package arrived, and the trio read the book all night.

Well, Hermione read it, while Harry took notes, and Ron simply relaxed on the couch of the Heads common room.

Finally she found it.

“Here, Harry. This is what she used on you. The “Amor Inflammo” spell. It's old magic, here it says it was not used for at least a century, as it was banned as highly Dark Magic, almost an Unforgivable”

Harry felt his blood boil. Not only he had had to face Dark Magic for his whole youth, and lost people he cared for to it, now even his friends made him face it.

Then he took the book from Hermione.

“I need to see if there's something here that we can use” he said, and started reading.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, a bit worried.

“Here it is” the raven haired wizard called in triumph one hour later.

“What is it?” both his friends asked, curious.

“That I'm not going to tell you” he said, mischievously. “At least, not till you can see with your own eyes”

And with that he left. He needed to research something in the library, before putting his plan into work.

Few days later, his friends kept pestering him about what he was going to do.

“You'll see soon enough” was his reply.

Later, he spotted Ginny walking alone in a corridor.

“Perfect” he grinned evilly to himself.

He raised his wand, and silently cast the spell he had read about. A violet beam of light hit the redhead in the back, but she continued, oblivious to that.

That night, he met her in the Room of Requirements, and as soon as she entered, he started ravishing her mouth.

“Hey, what an enthusiasm” she grinned when they broke the kiss.

“I bet he's going to propose soon” she thought. How far from the truth she was!

He kept his plan going, undressing her carefully, kissing his way down from her neck to her cleavage, then unclasping her bra he made it slid down her arms, and started taking one nipple in his mouth, caressing the other with his hand. It was not easy for him, he wanted Hermione to be there with him, but he forced to keep going.

Ginny deserved what he was doing to her, but to activate the spell he had to keep going.

She moaned softly, running her hand through his hair, whispering his name again and again, and then he came to her panties. He forcefully ripped them away, and started licking on her cunt, fondling her clit with his fingers.

Her moans grew louder, and louder, till a cold feeling passed through her, and her moaning stopped.

She was not aroused by his gestures anymore.

She started wondering what was going on, and then he started cackling madly.

“I got you, Ginny! This is the right punishment for what you did to me and Hermione this summer. You're not going to feel pleasure at all from now on. You'll be able to date, snog, be fondled, fucked, and of course you'll be able to get pregnant. Your life will go on as normal, but you won't be pleasured any more” he said, smirking evilly at her.

Then he left her there, naked and crying.

He returned to the Heads common room (“Cannons and Books” was the password), a smug expression on his face.

“So? Did you do whatever you have been planning?” Hermione and Ron asked.

He nodded, sitting on the couch and pulling Hermione on his lap. Then he told them about what he had done.

“Isn't this a bit over the edge, Harry? After all, what she did lasted only few months”

“Hermione, it was mere chance that we kissed. The book says the spell can be broken just if the charmed kisses her/his true love. If we had not kissed at all, I would have been stuck with her all my life!” he said. “And however, I told her it a bit worse than it really is. I made her believe this is a life-lasting curse, but it is not. The “Passion Infringo” curse lasts for a maximum of five years”

Both Hermione and Ron released their breaths.

“Well, I guess she did deserve it” Ron admitted. “I did not think my sister would be able to go and fish so deep into the Dark Arts, not after the war, and all that stuff” he said, shaking his head. “And guys, I feel the need, now that this is all past us, to make my apologies to both of you”

“Why is that?”

“I should have prevented this somehow, she's my sister after all”

“Ron, you can't take the blame for something she did on her own” Harry told him. “I know it. How many times I wanted to blame myself for someone's death, when it was Voldemort's fault? And both of you kept reminding me it was not my fault, but his own”

The redhead smiled weakly.

“You're right, Harry. Well, good night, you two, and make sure you have some strong Silencing Charms on your room, Hermione” he said winking and vanishing into his room.

Just when he was about to enter, he turned.

“Oh, Harry. Seems I was right this summer thinking you fancied Hermione, uh?” he grinned at his friend who threw a pillow at him.

“Prat” Harry chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

Hermione laughed softly.

“Well, I guess we could retreat to my room now…” she purred seductively.

“Don't tempt me, woman. You know the risks of getting in trouble”

She laughed, and kissed him hardly.

“We'll be in trouble only if we get caught” she breathed in his ear.

It was too much.

He picked her up and brought her into her room, while she giggled at his antics, then he wandlessly locked her door, placed Silencing Charms on the room, and then started kissing her hungrily, just the starter of a long night of passionate love-making.

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Months later, at the Graduation Ball, Harry and Hermione were as happy as they could be.

Ron and Luna had left since few minutes, and the raven haired boy knew where they had gone.

He thought the moment had come.

“Hermione, care for a bit of fresh hair?” he said, when they stopped dancing.

“Yes, that would be perfect” she said, taking his hand. Once outside, he took something from his pocket, and with a wave of his hand it grew bigger, till he had his precious Firebolt back to its original size.

“Harry, you know I hate flying” Hermione said, having guessed his intentions.

“Come on, love. It's just a brief flight, and you're with me. Nothing will happen to you. Plus, with this wonderful moonlight, it will be really romantic…”

She smiled at him, and in the end she agreed.

He was right, knowing she was safe she had been able to enjoy the trip, and it had been wonderful. Sadly, it ended too soon for her liking.

Yes, she found that leaning into Harry's arms on his broom was not that bad as experience.

Once they landed, she looked around.

“Harry, where are we?”

“We're in a secluded clearing in the Forbidden Forest, love” he said, conjuring a warm blanket, and lifting the Disillusionment Charm on the icebox with a bottle of Champagne and two beautifully carved flutes.

He poured some in both of them, and offered one to her.

She gladly accepted, and they cuddled for some time on the blanket.

Harry was nervous, but in the end managed to do what he had planned.

He took a small box from his pocket, going on one knee in front of her.

“Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?” he said, opening the box to reveal a white gold band with small diamonds and emeralds.

She was at a loss for words, and felt tears well up in her eyes. Then she flung herself at him, kissing him as hard as she could.

“I guess this is a yes then” he said, when they parted.

“Yes, Harry, I'll marry you!” she said, hugging him. He slid the finger on her hand.

Soon, clothes became an unneeded optional, and first his shirt was discarded, while she started grazing his chest softly with her nails, making him growl, then she started kissing his nipples and softly sucking on them.

He slid the straps of her gold dress from her shoulders, kissing the creamy skin there, moving to her neck, then to the valley between her breasts, and finally, since she was wearing no bra, he attacked her soft mounds, kissing the sides and slowly reaching the already hardened nipples.

He sucked on one, while flicking the other between his fingers, and moans greeted his actions. He grinned knowing the effect he had on her, and slid the dress further down, revealing her stomach, that he diligently kissed till the dress was completely slid off of her, and he reached the elastic waistband of her lace black knickers.

“Mmh…we're sexy tonight, uh?” he teased her, and she blushed just a bit.

Then he hooked one finger on each side of them and slid them down till she was free of them.

“I think you're overdressed, Mr. Potter” she purred, rolling them over and starting to unfasten his belt, then working on his fly, till he was left in his boxers, a bulge protruding from them.

“I guess you're happy to see me, Harry” she said, caressing him, and then freeing him from his constriction. Then she started stroking his shaft, making him groan in pleasure.

She smiled, and kissed him passionately, to which he responded as eagerly. She moved down kissing her way to his groin, and then engulfed him into her mouth, licking his sides, and his tip carefully, and stroking his balls gently.

He soon felt his climax approaching, and moved her away from him, then placed himself between her legs.

“Time for your pleasure, Mrs. Potter-to-be” he said, kissing her tights, moving upwards till he found her center, kissing her there and eliciting a loud moan when he started sucking on the bundle of nerves that was her clit.

He inserted one finger in her slit, then another, finding her already really wet for him, and kept his actions going till he felt her stiffen under him, and shudder with her release.

Craving for being inside her, he slid into her velvety folds, and started moving, slowly, then faster and deeper, feeling his own climax nearing. She was on the way to an orgasm again, and met his thrusts with the same rhythm, clinging to his shoulders and leaving nail marks on them.

Finally he spilled himself into her, pushing her over the edge again.

Then, they lay, exhausted but happy, on the blanket charmed to keep them warm all night, and he embraced her.

She rested her head on his chest, and soon they fell asleep that way, a promise of undying love exchanged, and a family in the way of being formed.

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