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The Breach of Privacy	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 35703 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Breach of Privacy
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Note: Pegging � a girl wears a strap-on and fucks a guy. Just so you know if that isn't your thing.

The Breach of Privacy

There was something to be said about privacy. Her seventeen years spent at the Burrow convinced Ginny that she had no such thing. Bathroom doors were likely to burst open at all hours, and one of her brothers would come barging in, and then retreated quickly with red ears and no apology.

To be fair, Ginny too, walked in on quite a bit herself. "It's important to wash yourself everywhere!" a red-faced Percy had told her on one occasion, before slamming the door in her face.

Therefore, walking in on Harry jerking off in the shower was a pleasant change. It seemed quite natural to her to come in and drop down on her knees in time to catch the bitter liquid on her tongue. Harry forgot his initial embarrassment of being caught in the middle of such an act, only when she took off her own clothes, spread her legs, leaned on the cold tiles, and gave him a show of her own. His shocked expression melting into one of pure lust was an image she was unlikely to ever forget.

That was a new dimension of sharing, and to think Ginny imagined that sharing a flat was the biggest step of intimacy. She was rather proud of them after the incident in the shower, certain that their relationship reached a point where they could tell each other everything � a point where there were no secrets. It was therefore a surprise to be proven wrong.

It was a warm spring morning when Ginny went to the practice match, not due to return until later in the afternoon, much to Harry's displeasure. He was on a short break from work, and for some unfathomable reason concluded that meant they were to have sex twenty-four hours a day.

It was a bit silly, Ginny reflected, not without amusement, that she was leaving for work in hope to get some well-deserved rest. Still, after their captain didn't show up and they decided to go home, she could hardly wait to return to her insatiable boyfriend.

She sneaked in quietly, hoping she would surprise him, and had to stifle a giggle when she heard a moan coming from the bedroom. Bad Harry! she thought with delight, Honestly, couldn't he hold off for a couple of hours?

She tiptoed to the bedroom door, disregarding her bag and cloak along the way, leaving herself only in a shirt, pants, and sturdy Quidditch boots. She pushed open the door slowly, anticipation heating her body, and warmth pooling between her thighs at yet another moan.

The expected image came into her view. Harry was lying on his back, on their bed, wearing only a short-sleeved tee shirt. One of his hands was wrapped firmly around his cock, and ...

Ginny's mind paused for a second. His legs were bent at the knees, and as she watched, he gave a long moan and lifted his feet slightly off the bed. No matter how lovely picture that made it was a bit odd ...

"Oh!" she gasped, suddenly realizing what Harry was doing. His other hand pulled out something from his ... "Oh my!" Ginny gasped again just as Harry groaned and slammed the thing � a dildo � back in.

Her initial excitement forgotten, something cold clenched Ginny's stomach, something that felt like betrayal. Was this what he wanted? She couldn't give it to him; did that mean he was there on their bed fantasizing about another person ... a man?

Hurt choked her suddenly and she didn't know whether to run or hex him. Why was he pretending then? When she hadn't been giving him what he ...

"Ginny!"

Ginny jumped on the spot, believing she was discovered, but having looked at his face she realized that he was in his own world. His eyes were screwed shut, sweat was glistening on his forehead, and Ginny wondered how long he was doing this. He was biting his lip and said her name a couple of more times, in something that sounded oddly like a whimper.

Bewildered and entranced, Ginny moved closer and before she knew it, she was standing near the foot of the bed. With moans and her name tumbling from his lips as a beautiful, background music, she looked at him lying there bathed in the unforgivably revealing sunlight.

His hand was griping his cock firmly at the base preventing him from coming. He moved the dildo at a fast, erratic pace, his hand at an awkward angle. She was unable to tear her eyes from the thing, and the ring of muscles encircling it, looking red and abused � a proof that he'd been doing this for a while.

He stopped suddenly with a chocking sound, and her gaze snapped up to meet shocked green eyes.
He was so still that Ginny wondered whether she somehow Petrified him, but then his lips moved and after a few attempts, he managed to whisper in a scratchy voice, "You're early."

"Yeah," she managed faintly, knowing she was blushing, but it was probably impossible to beat the red colour of Harry's mortified face. He seemed quite confused about what to do with the dildo in his arse, and finally he took it out slowly and lowered his feet on the bed.

"Um ..." he tried, lifting his head and turning quite pale. "I should ..." he glanced at the bathroom door longingly, probably eager to hide himself. For a moment, Ginny actually thought he would run for it.

Indecisive for just a couple of seconds, the wetness of her panties convincing her that this really did arouse her, Ginny reached a decision. She climbed up on the bed, placing herself on her knees between Harry's still spread thighs. He was still wide-eyed and pale and he swallowed audibly when she took the dildo in her hand.

"It's kind of small," she concluded, disappointed somehow.

"Um ..."

She looked up at him finding he was still in the state of shock. "Would you like me to ... use it on you?" she asked tentatively, honestly unsure if that was what he wanted.

He swallowed again, supporting his weight on shaky hands. "You'd do that?" he asked disbelievingly, want mixed in with shock, and Ginny knew it was okay.

"Lay back," she said, pushing his chest gently and his hands gave way instantly.

"Um ..." he said yet again, and Ginny couldn't prevent herself from smiling at this loss of speech ability.

"Where did you get it?" she asked, encircling it with her other hand. It was slick and warm, incredibly warm.

His gaze was frozen on her hand, but he managed to breathe out eventually, "It's transfigured ... um ... from one of ... your spare Quidditch gloves. I was going to wash it ..." he trailed of, blushing guiltily.

Surprised and oddly touched instead of disgusted, Ginny smiled at him. She took out her wand from her back pocket, and Harry tensed as though he expected she would curse him. It was then she noted that his erection abated somewhat, but not entirely.

Ginny pointed the wand at the dildo, much to Harry's relief, and muttered a couple of words. It took a while to get it right, but eventually she managed. "They never taught us that spell in school," she mused as she wrapped the newly transfigured straps, which sprouted from the base of the dildo, around her hips.

Harry made another chocking sound and managed to say, "Um ... Ginny?"

"Put your legs up," she said distractedly. This was all wrong. The thing was too heavy and well ... small. She waved her wand around again � the dildo got bigger and lighter, and she even put a Sticking charm on it and that was much better.

"Ginny!" Harry gasped, scandalized. "That's too big!"

She looked at it carefully, ignoring the feeling of oddness it gave her to see it sticking out between her legs. "It's your size," she declared.

"But ..."

"If I can take it, you can take it," she said firmly. Harry still looked apprehensive, but his cock twitched. "You can put some more of that on." She waved her hand in the direction of the tube next to Harry's head.

With red cheeks, but looking more aroused than embarrassed, he put some lube on his hand and then lifted up to smear it on ... her cock.

She was still fully dressed, and, of course, she didn't actually feel anything, and no matter how odd it was to see that thing between her thighs, it was still incredibly arousing to see Harry stroking it carefully, exaggerating with the amount of applied lube, in Ginny's opinion.

He lay back down and lifted his legs up, exposing himself, without any prompting, his cock looking quite red and heavy again.

"Eager much?" she teased.

He bit his lip and gave her a tentative smile. "Yes," he admitted quietly, and Ginny wanted to scold him for not telling her about this wish of his sooner, but she resisted.

She placed her hand on the back of his thigh, scooted over, and adjusted the head of the dildo to his entrance. His breath hitched, and she pushed in looking up to see his expression. He seemed to have stopped breathing entirely. Ginny pushed a little more, but it wasn't really working � she barely moved it an inch.

Harry was breathing shallowly, his eyes closed, and Ginny stopped. "Harry!" she called. "Look at me!"

He opened his eyes and looked her, and she smiled at him encouragingly, waited until he relaxed and returned the smile, and then pushed in much more forcefully, sheathing the dildo inside of him in one smooth stroke. He cried out and bucked and Ginny panicked.

"Oh Merlin! Harry, I'm sorry! Should I pull out?" she asked miserably, but Harry shook his head rather twitchily and gasped.

"No, no, no. This is ... Oh God, Ginny!" He was moaning and clenching the sheets with his fists, and writhing beneath her. Ginny cursed inwardly � really, they would have to think of something so she could get some relief from this, because her panties were soaked, and she could feel the wetness on her thighs, underneath her pants. This was driving her insane.

She pushed his legs further back, and leaned in until she was satisfied with her leverage, and then pulled out a little and pushed back in, feeling incredibly awkward.

Harry moaned and locked his gaze with hers. Emboldened, she repeated the movement pulling out a little more. It took her quite a while to find her rhythm, finally settling on pulling out slowly and thrusting in hard. When Harry nearly screamed out her name, she knew she found his prostate.

She picked up her pace, pulling out almost completely, and slamming in with the force that she would pay for later when her back start to hurt. But at that moment she didn't care, all that mattered was Harry's dark gaze and his increased whimpering. He grabbed his cock and stroked it with long strokes in time with her thrusts.

She felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she worked her hips even harder; Harry was unable to help her much in his position. But, after a few firm strokes of his hand, he came all over his stomach, screaming and chocking, his thighs shuddering and his body jerking.

She pulled out, resting on her heels, and feeling completely exhausted. Harry was still moaning and twitching on the bed and slowly he released his cock and put his feet down, groaning a little. His shirt was quite wet from sweat and cum, and his cheeks were flushed and he looked so debauched that Ginny felt herself pulsing with need.

"Harry ..." she said breathlessly. His eyes snapped open, and in an instant, he rose up, tearing the dildo and her wet, clingy clothes off her.

"I'll fucking bring you to heaven and back," he promised feverishly, and Ginny had little time to appreciate Harry Potter using the f-word, before he flipped her on her back and buried his head between her thighs.

She didn't for a moment doubt his promise, and as her whole body clenched in bliss, she felt suddenly happy she never knew all of his secrets, and hoped he had more.
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