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CHAPTER TWO
           Ginny Weasly couldn’t stop getting distracted. She was trying to study in the Great Hall, her first mistake, and nearly everyone who passed her by decided to stop and say hello. At first she was happy to see her many friends, these last couple years in school being increasingly kind to her social standing, but after a short while, she was just hoping to make it through a page of text without being interrupted.
           Finally, when the next boy stopped to talk to her, she just couldn’t take it.
           “Hello there,” she heard.
           “Go away!” she snapped.
           She looked up with a sharp look on her face, a look which almost instantly softened when she saw Harry Potter standing over her.
           “Oh, Harry,” she said, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
           “No, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
           “It’s just that-“
           “No, I can see you’re trying to study, I was being a real-“
           “Don’t say that, just-“
           “I’ll go, I’ll leave you to it.”
           “No!” she inadvertently shouted, catching the attention of several people at the tables around her, many of whom started snickering. “No, stay. In fact, sit down, you’re welcome to sit.”
           She blushed. “I mean, if you want to.”
           He blushed too. “Uh, yeah. If you’re sure.”
           She nodded, and he sat across from her and set his books on the table.
           “Who knows?” she joked. “Maybe with the two of us here together, everyone will just ignore us.”
           She figured this would be impossible, since the most famous wizard alive was sure to never be ignored, hence the joke, but even as she said it, the other people in the room turned away, focusing on their own affairs. Not that she noticed. She was too busy trying to decide between looking at her books and looking at Harry. It was a difficult decision for her.
           “I’m glad you came along,” she said, politely.
           “Come on, Ginny,” he said playfully. “We’ve known each other long enough now, you can be honest with me.”
           She blinked, and suddenly confessions were flooding to her lips, and the levies were breaking, and she couldn’t stop some from spilling out.
           “No, I’m serious,” she said. “I’m really really glad you’re here. I love seeing you. Every time you look at me, I feel like a whole person. When you’re not around, I can’t help feeling there’s something wrong with me, but when you’re looking at me, I feel like I’m just who I’m supposed to be.”
           His eyes got wide, but he didn’t say anything.
           “God, I’m sorry I’m so forward. I feel like I always come on too strong.”
           “No!” It was his turn to shout inadvertently, but this time, no one seemed to hear it. “You’re fine. You’re great, in fact. Besides,” he chuckled, “I like a girl to be as forward as possible.”
           He cringed internally. He’d meant that to imply that he had a hard time reading girls’ emotions, that he preferred a woman to tell him what she was thinking, because he was so oblivious, it was meant to be self-deprecating, but it came out like he liked sluts. Although, come to think of it, he did like sluts. He loved girls who flaunted their bodies, who wanted him and didn’t hide it. He had actually been right the first time, he realized.
           Ginny blinked again, and grinned, not her usual cutesy girlish grin, but a sultry grin, a woman’s grin. No, she thought, a harlot’s grin. She saw what she wanted, and she wanted him to know that he was what she wanted. She leaned forward, as though to give him a special show, but she looked down and frowned.
           “Well damn,” she said. “I wanted to give you a thrill, but between these uniforms and my mosquito bites, I’m afraid it’s a pretty weak thrill at that.”
           He smirked. “Well, it’s the thought that counts. Specifically, the thought of you with big tits in something tight and sexy.”
           She giggled and shook her head. Which, she realized, was making her big breasts jiggle in her black top, the deep v plunging just past her cleavage so she could let the right guy know at the right time exactly what he wanted them to see. Which she was, right now, with none other than Harry Potter staring big-eyed into her expansive chest. She giggled again, to give him a more active show.
           “Bloody hell,” he gasped.
           “I take it you like what I’ve got,” she said with a smirk.
           He liked it. He liked it quite a lot. But something was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to have big breasts. She wasn’t supposed to be wearing something so revealing. She certainly wasn’t supposed to be acting so slutty. Harry couldn’t justify it. It just wasn’t reality. Everything in his vision started to spin, and a piercing heat was throbbing in his right temple. Everything hurt. He thought he might pass out.
           Ginny reached out and grabbed his hand. “Harry? Are you alright?”
           At the feel of her gentle fingers on his, Harry looked back at the sexy, chesty young girl in front of him. And all at once, the pain left him. It no longer mattered what he thought was wrong, whatever that had been. This was where he wanted to be, and who he wanted to be with. He smiled.
           “I’m great, Ginny,” he said. “Why, would you like to make me feel better?”
           He was joking, of course. Her hand on his was comfort enough. But suddenly, her eyes brightened, and before he could say anything more, she practically leapt across the table and planted her lips on his. Harry glanced around in a panic, terrified of making a scene in such a public place. But to his relief (and confusion), no one even seemed to realize they were there, let alone that they were snogging in the Great Hall.
           Ginny pulled back and blushed. “Sorry, I had some garlic with lunch.”
           “No, no, it’s fine.” Harry hadn’t noticed, and even if he had, he wanted her to continue.
           She snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure I taste really good right now.”
           He smirked. “I certainly think so.”
           She grinned and leaned back down, sliding her legs down from the table so she could straddle him on the bench, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her large bosom pressing into his chest. Her feet couldn’t quite reach the floor, so she sat in his lap, and Harry feared she would notice his erection pressing into her, begging silently to be freed from his pants. But if she felt it, she paid it no attention. She just tilted her head to one side, closed her eyes, and kissed him, deeply, passionately, opening her mouth to let his warm tongue explore her.
           And when it did, Harry was amazed by what it found. Ginny had been totally wrong to apologize. She tasted delicious, like a rich, sugary snack, a treat. He would have paid a rich sum for any dessert that tingled his tastebuds as thoroughly as she did.
    He moaned softly as she continued to press her soft lips on his, spit slickly trailing from tongue to tongue in the cavern their mouths created. Harry pulled off and drooped to the nape of her neck, suckling at her flesh. Ginny yelped in excitement. She glanced around, embarrassed at the sound, but when she saw no wandering eyes on her, she returned her attention to the rush she was getting from Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the boy she’d lusted after for years, marking her with his mouth, claiming her as his own.
    He leaned back. “God, Ginny, do you taste this good all over?”
    He’d thought her mouth was a delight, but tasting her skin was like ambrosia.
    She giggled. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”
    His face took on a steely, determined expression. She was right. He HAD to find out. He plunged his face onto the other side of her neck, slurping at the exposed pale skin. She sighed enthusiastically above him and thrust her chest forward. He was frantic, but methodical, using his tongue like a paintbrush, making sure not to miss a spot. He made his way down to her cleavage and she gasped. He never seemed to stop, not for a second.
    Suddenly he tasted something like...cloth. He realized it was her shirt, the tight black top she’d worn just to entice him. But it was in his way. He reached up with both hands and tore the fabric in half, freeing her creamy, bountiful breasts to the air. Unencumbered by a bra (‘The little slut,’ Harry thought excitedly), her button-like pink nipples hardened in the chill of the Great Hall.
    Harry hefted them in his hands as he resumed his tasting, and with Ginny’s encouragement, he took the opportunity to knead them in his fingers. Ginny could barely contain herself. She didn’t want to make a spectacle, but the sensations on her full breasts was driving her wild. She had a brief thought, as Harry pressed up on the weighty ball of flesh in his left hand, that she’d never experienced anything like this before, the mass on her chest sinking from their size, that she’d never played with her big boobs before, that she’d never known the sensation of even having big boobs. But as Harry reached her left nipple and sucked it into his eager mouth, the thought vanished, and hot red lust sat in its place.
    Harry continued licking his way around her front. He worked himself back up to her shoulders, and down her slender arms. She was briefly self-conscious when he reached her underarms, as she knew she’d been very stressed out studying that morning and hadn’t had the opportunity to properly shower, but as he lapped away at her sweat, he moaned, the taste driving him wild.
    Ginny wrestled with the thought of what they were doing, in the face of all the people surrounding them, as he reached the hem of her skirt and tore it away, the same way that he’d torn her shirt. She raised her ass to let him toss it away, and it landed roughly a foot away from Seamus, busy studying his Potions at the next table. He didn’t so much as glance in its direction.
    She was considering the dangers of their current position right up to the moment that Harry pulled down her pink panties and pushed his mouth for the first time onto her womanly mound.
    Instantly, Ginny lost any fear or doubt in her mind, and focused her entire world on the feeling of Harry’s probing tongue. He was rushing across her pubis, side to side, not missing a thing, passing through her delicate red pubic hair, getting closer, ever closer to her folds.
    “Oh, fuck, Harry,” she moaned. “Please just lick me there. I can’t take it any more.”
    True to her request, he finally parted her slit with his fingers and dove in with abandon.
    Ginny shrieked in bliss. All the buildup, the foreplay, had her worked near the edge for so long, and the second the tip of his tongue touched her aching clit, she came, her muscles twitching, her legs shuddering, juices gushing from her sex. Harry lapped up every drop, the flavor so extraordinary he could scarcely imagine letting even a single drop go to waste. He continued licking her, bringing her close again quickly. It wasn’t long before she came a second time, her orgasms at this point on a hair trigger.
    Harry moved lower and lower, tasting her thighs, her hips, then down her legs, to her calves, her ankles, the tops of her feet, her sweet, succulent toes.
    Then he stood and, roughly, flipped her onto her stomach. Ginny was weak from her orgasms and in no position to argue as he licked up the backs of her legs, the backs of her knees, the backs of her thighs, up to her tight young bottom. She came again as he tongued her asshole and she buried her fingers in her snatch. It took a little while, but Harry finally made it up to the back of her neck before he allowed her to turn back over.
    With his face mere inches from hers, he smiled. “I found out,” he said. “And yes, you do taste that good all over.”
    She laughed, and he kissed her, and she felt his erection pressing against her needy pussy.
    Ginny looked deep into Harry’s eyes. “Your turn,” she whispered.
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