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Losing Control	By : Wildling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 39015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. I am just playing dirtyminded god. I make no money from this, or any related works.

Chapter List
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- 2-Chapter 2
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AN: The story continues and I will place an additional warning here. What happens in this chapter may be considered controversial. Semi-noncon.

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Harry leaned against her, his hands still gripping her tightly so she could not escape. Ginny had ceased struggling for the moment. He let go of her arms, using one hand and his weight to keep her pinned to the wall, the other hand going behind her head as he leaned down and kissed her desperately. At first she resisted, attempting to turn her head away, but he persisted. After a few moments though, she began to return his kiss, at first hesitantly and then with fervour.

He was horribly aware of the pressure in his body begging to be released. He could think of nothing except the aching, the need to be inside her. He was dimly aware that he'd never felt quite like this before, but he didn't care. He needed her, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He put his knee between her legs, forcing them apart. She squeaked in protest, but it barely registered in his brain. He dropped his hand from behind her head and moved it between her legs. His fingers brushed up against her silky folds, and as rubbed against the sensitive pearl there and the squeak turned into a soft moan.

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Ginny could not believe this was happening. She fought his advances at first, but the heat in his kisses soon had her kissing back. She felt herself giving in, enjoying the passion, even the pressure of being against the wall. It felt exhilarating and naughty, to be kissing Harry in his room, her body, half naked against his. She could feel his hardness against her hip, something she had never felt before.

After only a few moments of kissing she felt her legs roughly be pushed apart, by Harry's knee. She attempted to voice her protest, though his lips were still on hers. She managed in indignant squeak. She felt his hand leave the back of her head and she briefly considered trying to push him off when she felt his hand brush her sex. He touched her most sensitive spot and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He didn't stop there, his finger sliding forward and entering her. His palm brushed her clit as he pulled his finger out and then added another finger, entering her again. Her hips bucked involuntarily and she bit her lip to hold back another soft moan.

Harry had stopped kissing her and was looking at her again, the strange desperate look still in his eyes as his fingers continued their assault. She tried to resist, tried again to call out. “Harry, we can't!” she said desperately, but he didn't respond. Though her voice was protesting, her body was unresisting. Her body had betrayed her, giving in to his advances. Her sex was dripping wet, Harry's fingers moving in and out made a soft wet sound and shivers of pleasure rippled through her body when his hand brushed against her most sensitive part as his fingers fucked her, her hips bucking forward as if to push them deeper within her.

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She was so tight and wet he thought, when his first finger entered her. He registered the sound of pleasure she emitted when his hand brushed her, and another when he added another finger. The sounds encouraged him, and he watched her as her resistance wavered. She said something, he didn't really hear what, all he could focus on was her, his fingers in her, the sound of them moving in and out, the heat and the wetness of it.

He needed to be in her right now, he decided. He pulled his fingers out of her and was met with a sound of protest. He half pulled, half carried Ginny towards the bed. She pulled back a moment and then came with him. He roughly pushed her down on the bed, crashing down on her, his lips coming to meet hers.

The pressure was unbelievable, he couldn't hold back any longer. He used his hand to guide his stiff prick to her entrance and without any warning, he pushed into her. There was some resistance and he mindlessly pushed through it until he was sheathed in her. He was unaware of anything but himself and the ache that needed to be satisfied. He pulled his hips back until he was almost out of her and then thrust forward again, revelling in the feeling of her tightness and warmth.

He wasn't sure exactly when her hips starting rising to join his, or when her sounds turned from pain to pleasure, but he eventually recognized that things felt even better when Ginny started to respond to his actions, rather than trying to sink into the bed away from him. Her hands lifted to his hips and pulled him towards her. “Yes!” he hissed, opening his eyes to look down at the redhead beneath him.

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She'd often imagined what her first time would be like, and none of her daydreams or fantasies had been like this. She hadn't imagined Harry pushing her to the bed, kissing her until she felt lightheaded and then without warning pushing himself into her. Her body fought the intrusion and she called out in pain as he pushed through her innocence quickly and then gave her no time to adjust to the new sensation of his length within her before it was pulling out and then crashing into her once again.

Several tears leaked out of her eyes as the assault continued. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Again and again his length almost retreated and then slid back in her. She tried to sink into the bed away from him, laying quite still and unresponsive. Slowly she realized that the pain was fading. Harry changed the angle at which he was moving and some part of him brushed against her clit. She gasped at the feeling. Again, he rubbed against her. Pain was giving way to pleasure and the dull tension in her body was building again.

She found her hips rising to meet his as he moved, her body protesting the loss of him when he pulled out, and rejoicing when he thrust back into her. Her arms slid up around Harry, where previously they had been clenched at her side.

She felt as if she needed something more. She put her hands on his hips and tugged at them, unsure what she needed other than more. Her eyes had slid closed, but they opened as she heard Harry hiss at her.

The pressure within her was building, but it wasn't quite enough. She moved her hand off Harry's hip and when he was on a backward thrust, she put her hand between them, her fingers moving to touch herself. She could hear Harry's breathing ragged above her as she circled her finger around that most sensitive spot. She mewled as the feeling of ecstasy washed over her, travelling from where it started in her loins to the rest of her body. Her one hand tightened around his side, fingers gripping him tightly as her head arched back and the pressure was released in a glorious flood of pleasure which she voiced with a loud keening moan, her body clenching around the hard shaft that penetrated her.

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He was vaguely aware of the girl writhing beneath him, of the hand between them and the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth. He answered her call for more by giving her more, speeding his thrusts. He felt the pressure in his body growing, his balls tightening, aching for release. Harry's thrusts grew shorter and faster, gaining a frenzied quality. He was right on the edge, the pleasure and the pressure overwhelming.

Suddenly he felt her muscles clenching around him, pulsating as she came. It took him over the edge and with one last thrust he groaned in release as he too came, emptying himself within her. Harry's mind immediately felt less foggy, though he was still in the post orgasmic haze. He collapsed slightly on top of her, using his elbows to keep from crushing Ginny.

They both breathed heavily and revelled in their post-coital bliss for a few moments. Then reality came crashing in on Harry... what had he just done? He opened his eyes and looked down at the beautifully flushed young woman below him, horror registering on his face. He'd just...

He looked at the eyes staring up at him and she was smiling. How was that possible? He pulled out of her and quickly started to stand. “I'm so sorry... I don't know...” he started.

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Ginny looked up at Harry and smiled and then realized he was looking at her in horror and confusion. He stood up and started to apologize. She grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her and silenced his apology with a kiss.

The end.
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