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Harry couldn’t sleep. It was after midnight and he was still tossing and turning in bed. Ron’s snores from the bed next to
him, though usually able to be ignored, seemed louder than usual, and the warmth of the air was uncomfortable.
Sighing, he got up out of bed and tiptoed silently out the room. He crept down the stairs and into the kitchen where a
sleeping Errol was hooting softly between breaths, and a thin strip of moonlight cut across the kitchen table, bringing
enough light to where Harry could make his way to the door without running into anything.
The air outside was warm and humid from the rain storm that was approaching. The night smelled of fresh cut grass, an
earthy almost dirt type smell, and a familiar scent of flowers. –Flowers?-
As Harry wandered into the garden, he began to think about Ginny. He had really liked her, had really felt happy around
her, so why did he have to end it? Why couldn’t he just protect her as he did his friends? Was it because he feared for her
so much? Or was it that she would only distract him, in the end, from doing what he had to do? As Harry thought about it,
he meandered aimlessly around the hedges. Then his nose caught another whiff of that flowery scent he had come to
associate with the Burrow. Curious, he followed the scent through the hedge and into a small, enclosure. The eight foot
high hedge made up one wall, and the other three were made of ivy covered stone. There was enough room for about
three or four people to sit comfortably on the ground, but there weren’t three or four people there. Instead, it was Ginny in
her white cotton night dress.
She smiled up at him as he looked down at her. Her red hair was down, falling about her shoulders and face in gentle
waves, and she was barefoot.
“Couldn’t sleep either could you?” she asked with a smirk. Harry shook his head. There was something so enticing
about her sitting there in such an innocent looking nightdress that fell past her knees.
“I come out here when I can’t sleep. Mum and dad don’t know I found this place, no one does. It’s like a secret garden
where I can come to just be alone and away from the business of the house.” She told him. Harry nodded mutely. “Harry,
you can still speak to me. Just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean that I’m not going to speak to you anymore.”
Harry watched as Ginny stood and closed the gap between them. She laced her fingers through his and pulled him
toward her into a hug. Her lips brushed against Harry’s neck and she whispered against his skin. “Just because we’re
broke up doesn’t mean we can’t still play together.”
Drawing back Harry looked at her. She was very pretty, the way the pale moonlight showed the freckles that dusted
across her nose and cheeks, the way her hair fell about her face, framing it perfectly. He closed the gap between them,
pressing his lips to hers gently, but Ginny had other plans.
She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him roughly against her, crushing her lips to his. Harry followed her
lead and pulled her tighter against him as they continued to kiss. Ginny broke away first, trailing kisses down his neck as
she began to lift his tee shirt. They broke apart enough to pull the shirt away from his body before Ginny laid assault on
Harry’s body.
Everywhere she touched felt like it was on fire to Harry, and he felt himself becoming aroused at her touches. Ginny
lowered herself to her knees in front of him and smiled wickedly as she flicked her tongue on that hollow area beside he
hip bone. Harry shuddered, as she knew he would. They had gone farther than this, but had never had sex. It would have
served Harry right if she just stopped right that second and left him, hard and lonely, in her secret little garden, but she
wanted this too. She wanted to know she still made him react the way he did. She had to know that she had sway over
the famous Harry Potter. That she still held his heart in the palm of her demure hand. And when it came to holding things
in the palm of her hand…
She grabbed him through the thin cloth of the pajama pants he wore, and Harry gasped. Ginny began to massage him,
rolling his ever firming member in her hand. There was a decent sized tent to his pants now, and she knew just how to
bring Harry to his knees.
Jerking his pants and boxers down in one tug, she raced forward and took the delicate pieces beneath his shaft into her
mouth. Harry’s legs trembled as she continued to suckle on them, drawing them into and out of her mouth gently, rolling
them with her tongue, and running her hand along his shaft at the same time. Harry groaned and pulled away from her
before falling to his knees in front of her. He watched in a daze as Ginny pulled her nightgown off and dropped it to the
grass. She wore nothing beneath it, not even panties. Ginny stepped forward and took Harry by the hair. She bent to lay a
forceful and demanding kiss on his lips before spreading her legs and, pushing Harry back to lay on the ground, she
kneeled above him.
Ginny was kneeling above his face, her warm moist core tauntingly close to Harry’s mouth. He could remember exactly
how she tasted and how it felt to have her come above him, her hot juices spilling down to coat his chin. He wanted that
badly. He wanted her.
Harry flicked his tongue out, a barely there touch on the lips of her opening. Ginny moaned a little as Harry ran his hands
up her smooth thighs to firmly squeeze her ass before pulling her closer to his mouth.
As always, Harry delved right in, his tongue flicking rapid butterfly strokes over her sensitive nub. He ran his tongue in
one heavy stroke from her clit down to her opening where he pushed his tongue into her there. Ginny’s hips responded
and she began to thrust over Harry’s face. Her hands grasped at his hair, his shoulders, anything to keep this pleasure
going. Ginny let out a half scream as she felt herself coming nearer to the brink.Harry pulled himself away from her for a moment. “Ginny, they’ll hear you if you don’t shut the bloody hell up!” Harry
chastised. Looking down at Harry, Ginny nodded.
“Then I’ll just have to silence myself.” Harry’s body reacted to the heated look Ginny gave him as she moved positions.
She turned the other way and went to her hands and knees above Harry once more. Her hips dangled closely over
Harry’s face, but now she was facing something else. Something that was glistening wet, foreskin completely retracted,
and oh so ready for what was about to come.
Taking the lead once more, Harry grasped Ginny’s legs and spread them until she was on top of him. He blew gently
over her still wet flesh and she writhed above him. Harry could feel the warmth of her body as it pressed down the front of
his, he could feel her tiny breasts where they were pressed against his abdomen, where her hair fell over his pelvis. It
was sensational to have her in this way again, and he took every advantage he could. Gently, Harry spread her lips, and
in one swift motion was back pushing his tongue into her body. Ginny’s hands squeezed Harry’s thighs and pulled them
apart, giving her access to every inch of playground.
Ginny started out small, light little licks and nibbles on the head of him, and a lot of hand- work. However, when Harry
replaced his tongue with a finger and began thrusting it inside her as he licked in that one spot that drove her crazy,
Ginny had to take all of him in just to keep from screaming out. She was close, once again, to coming (that slight pause
in play had decreased the feeling) and was taking Harry’s log shaft into her mouth as fast as she could. Harry, contrary to
the speculations of the other drooling cods that wanted him, was not the largest man at the school. According to
Hermione, who had been wasted with Fred and George at the wedding, the boys had revealed whom the award for all
time best went to… and it wasn’t even them. Nevertheless, Harry was still well endowed for a boy of his size and Ginny,
though quite blessed with a dull gag reflex, couldn’t even take him all in.
It wasn’t long though before Harry’s hips began thrusting into Ginny’s mouth. He was close to coming, the thought of this
coupled with the soft whimpering noises that Ginny was making around him as he finger fucked her was bringing him
closer and closer. Finally, Ginny cried out in a long almost scream, muffled by Harry being in her mouth, and came, the
orgiastic fluids spilling in a hot wave over Harry’s lower face, just the way he liked it. At the same time that Ginny came,
she plunged herself further around Harry, reaching the base of him, and her throat involuntarily tried to swallow around
the intrusion. The tightness of her mouth coupled with the contractions in her throat as she moaned around him, brought
Harry. He felt himself spilling out inside her mouth and knew that she was drinking him down, swallowing every last bit of
his salty secretions.
him, though usually able to be ignored, seemed louder than usual, and the warmth of the air was uncomfortable.
Sighing, he got up out of bed and tiptoed silently out the room. He crept down the stairs and into the kitchen where a
sleeping Errol was hooting softly between breaths, and a thin strip of moonlight cut across the kitchen table, bringing
enough light to where Harry could make his way to the door without running into anything.
The air outside was warm and humid from the rain storm that was approaching. The night smelled of fresh cut grass, an
earthy almost dirt type smell, and a familiar scent of flowers. –Flowers?-
As Harry wandered into the garden, he began to think about Ginny. He had really liked her, had really felt happy around
her, so why did he have to end it? Why couldn’t he just protect her as he did his friends? Was it because he feared for her
so much? Or was it that she would only distract him, in the end, from doing what he had to do? As Harry thought about it,
he meandered aimlessly around the hedges. Then his nose caught another whiff of that flowery scent he had come to
associate with the Burrow. Curious, he followed the scent through the hedge and into a small, enclosure. The eight foot
high hedge made up one wall, and the other three were made of ivy covered stone. There was enough room for about
three or four people to sit comfortably on the ground, but there weren’t three or four people there. Instead, it was Ginny in
her white cotton night dress.
She smiled up at him as he looked down at her. Her red hair was down, falling about her shoulders and face in gentle
waves, and she was barefoot.
“Couldn’t sleep either could you?” she asked with a smirk. Harry shook his head. There was something so enticing
about her sitting there in such an innocent looking nightdress that fell past her knees.
“I come out here when I can’t sleep. Mum and dad don’t know I found this place, no one does. It’s like a secret garden
where I can come to just be alone and away from the business of the house.” She told him. Harry nodded mutely. “Harry,
you can still speak to me. Just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean that I’m not going to speak to you anymore.”
Harry watched as Ginny stood and closed the gap between them. She laced her fingers through his and pulled him
toward her into a hug. Her lips brushed against Harry’s neck and she whispered against his skin. “Just because we’re
broke up doesn’t mean we can’t still play together.”
Drawing back Harry looked at her. She was very pretty, the way the pale moonlight showed the freckles that dusted
across her nose and cheeks, the way her hair fell about her face, framing it perfectly. He closed the gap between them,
pressing his lips to hers gently, but Ginny had other plans.
She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him roughly against her, crushing her lips to his. Harry followed her
lead and pulled her tighter against him as they continued to kiss. Ginny broke away first, trailing kisses down his neck as
she began to lift his tee shirt. They broke apart enough to pull the shirt away from his body before Ginny laid assault on
Harry’s body.
Everywhere she touched felt like it was on fire to Harry, and he felt himself becoming aroused at her touches. Ginny
lowered herself to her knees in front of him and smiled wickedly as she flicked her tongue on that hollow area beside he
hip bone. Harry shuddered, as she knew he would. They had gone farther than this, but had never had sex. It would have
served Harry right if she just stopped right that second and left him, hard and lonely, in her secret little garden, but she
wanted this too. She wanted to know she still made him react the way he did. She had to know that she had sway over
the famous Harry Potter. That she still held his heart in the palm of her demure hand. And when it came to holding things
in the palm of her hand…
She grabbed him through the thin cloth of the pajama pants he wore, and Harry gasped. Ginny began to massage him,
rolling his ever firming member in her hand. There was a decent sized tent to his pants now, and she knew just how to
bring Harry to his knees.
Jerking his pants and boxers down in one tug, she raced forward and took the delicate pieces beneath his shaft into her
mouth. Harry’s legs trembled as she continued to suckle on them, drawing them into and out of her mouth gently, rolling
them with her tongue, and running her hand along his shaft at the same time. Harry groaned and pulled away from her
before falling to his knees in front of her. He watched in a daze as Ginny pulled her nightgown off and dropped it to the
grass. She wore nothing beneath it, not even panties. Ginny stepped forward and took Harry by the hair. She bent to lay a
forceful and demanding kiss on his lips before spreading her legs and, pushing Harry back to lay on the ground, she
kneeled above him.
Ginny was kneeling above his face, her warm moist core tauntingly close to Harry’s mouth. He could remember exactly
how she tasted and how it felt to have her come above him, her hot juices spilling down to coat his chin. He wanted that
badly. He wanted her.
Harry flicked his tongue out, a barely there touch on the lips of her opening. Ginny moaned a little as Harry ran his hands
up her smooth thighs to firmly squeeze her ass before pulling her closer to his mouth.
As always, Harry delved right in, his tongue flicking rapid butterfly strokes over her sensitive nub. He ran his tongue in
one heavy stroke from her clit down to her opening where he pushed his tongue into her there. Ginny’s hips responded
and she began to thrust over Harry’s face. Her hands grasped at his hair, his shoulders, anything to keep this pleasure
going. Ginny let out a half scream as she felt herself coming nearer to the brink.Harry pulled himself away from her for a moment. “Ginny, they’ll hear you if you don’t shut the bloody hell up!” Harry
chastised. Looking down at Harry, Ginny nodded.
“Then I’ll just have to silence myself.” Harry’s body reacted to the heated look Ginny gave him as she moved positions.
She turned the other way and went to her hands and knees above Harry once more. Her hips dangled closely over
Harry’s face, but now she was facing something else. Something that was glistening wet, foreskin completely retracted,
and oh so ready for what was about to come.
Taking the lead once more, Harry grasped Ginny’s legs and spread them until she was on top of him. He blew gently
over her still wet flesh and she writhed above him. Harry could feel the warmth of her body as it pressed down the front of
his, he could feel her tiny breasts where they were pressed against his abdomen, where her hair fell over his pelvis. It
was sensational to have her in this way again, and he took every advantage he could. Gently, Harry spread her lips, and
in one swift motion was back pushing his tongue into her body. Ginny’s hands squeezed Harry’s thighs and pulled them
apart, giving her access to every inch of playground.
Ginny started out small, light little licks and nibbles on the head of him, and a lot of hand- work. However, when Harry
replaced his tongue with a finger and began thrusting it inside her as he licked in that one spot that drove her crazy,
Ginny had to take all of him in just to keep from screaming out. She was close, once again, to coming (that slight pause
in play had decreased the feeling) and was taking Harry’s log shaft into her mouth as fast as she could. Harry, contrary to
the speculations of the other drooling cods that wanted him, was not the largest man at the school. According to
Hermione, who had been wasted with Fred and George at the wedding, the boys had revealed whom the award for all
time best went to… and it wasn’t even them. Nevertheless, Harry was still well endowed for a boy of his size and Ginny,
though quite blessed with a dull gag reflex, couldn’t even take him all in.
It wasn’t long though before Harry’s hips began thrusting into Ginny’s mouth. He was close to coming, the thought of this
coupled with the soft whimpering noises that Ginny was making around him as he finger fucked her was bringing him
closer and closer. Finally, Ginny cried out in a long almost scream, muffled by Harry being in her mouth, and came, the
orgiastic fluids spilling in a hot wave over Harry’s lower face, just the way he liked it. At the same time that Ginny came,
she plunged herself further around Harry, reaching the base of him, and her throat involuntarily tried to swallow around
the intrusion. The tightness of her mouth coupled with the contractions in her throat as she moaned around him, brought
Harry. He felt himself spilling out inside her mouth and knew that she was drinking him down, swallowing every last bit of
his salty secretions.
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