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Hogwarts Reunion	By : brassilon Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny
Ginny lay back on her soft four-poster bed in one of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitories and gave a soft sigh. It was good to be back here, to see that even after all that had gone before the most important things could return to normal. The life they had fought for went on.
Being honest with herself she had had her own doubts about joining this school reunion. Given what she had seen in the halls and grounds of this castle, the pain that had been caused, she was afraid of what returning to Hogwarts would mean for her.
She’d spent a full three days mulling it over before showing the letter from Neville to Harry, knowing that he might be even more skeptical than her of the wisdom of this trip. But knowing also that if their teenage years had taught them anything it was that facing your deepest fears, walking even to your assured death, was never worse than living under the false comfort that fleeing gave.
Harry seemed to think she was a lot wiser than she herself often felt and had taken less persuasion than she had anticipated. She’d still seen that faint glimmer of terror in his eyes as they loaded the trunks into the car for the drive to King’s Cross and was not very surprised to feel it echoed in the depths of her belly. Once they had walked through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and found themselves a comfortable carriage on the train the feeling began to melt away.
As they flew through the peaks, vales, and rolling hills of England and in to the wild moors of Scotland all was forgotten. Harry had turned to her and thanked her for persuading him to come.
‘To be honest it’s amazing to finally be on this train knowing that Voldemort can definitely not ruin this stay at Hogwarts.’ Harry had said.
Ginny smiled at him and took his hand, ‘Maybe this is a chance for us to find out what it’s like to be normal people at school. Do all the things we missed the first time around.’
Harry raised an eyebrow, ‘I know what was on my mind for most of the time I wasn’t hunting for the Chamber of Secrets or forming illegal societies.’ A knowing grin moved on to his face.
She cuddled up closer to him, ‘Well, if it was anything like what was on my mind we could be in for an interesting few days.’ She leaned closer to the side of his face and whispered in to his ear, ‘You’d better come out of this with some stories to keep me entertained when we get home.’
Harry turned to look in to her eyes, ‘Anything for you, Ginny. But I expect the same in return.’
‘Oh, you can bet on it,’ she promised him.

As she thought of the promise they had made to one another on the train she thought back to what Hogwarts had been like for those of her friends who managed to avoid putting themselves in frequent mortal peril.
It often shocked muggle born students at Hogwarts how sexually liberal wizards were. Ginny was no sociologist, but she put it down to two things. On the one hand, magical medicine making sexual diseases perfectly curable and almost extinct, an unquestioned right to abortion, and an iron-clad expectation that wizard parents provide comprehensive sex education to their children meant that the problems facing sexually active teenagers in the muggle world were greatly reduced. On the other, wizards had no religion. Ginny had been shocked to learn in Muggle Studies the ways that muggle priests had such a dangerous attitude to sex.
All this meant that, even as many teachers like to pretend it did not happen, Hogwarts was a hot bed of hormonal experimentation. Madame Pomfrey gave excellent and discrete care to those who needed it, and under the wise leadership of teachers like Professor McGonagall, the Prefects were properly trained to give younger students all the emotional support they could need. All of this coupled with an absolute zero-tolerance attitude to sexual assault and consent.
Ginny would hear the whispered tales shared between her classmates about what went on in quiet corners of the castle. While she never had the time and freedom to experience this herself, she would take some comfort as she listened to what her peers described to each other. She would pull the curtains around her bed and pretend to sleep, all the while listening to every glorious detail while her hand worked between her thighs until she had to bury her face in the pillow to hide her ecstasy.
When these stories weren’t available she had found a talent for creating the most wonderful fantasies. Access to the Gryffindor team showers in fourth year had given her a place to get some alone time to take care of things. Perhaps the best evening there was as she sat under the strong, hot shower, thinking of how Harry had flown so perfectly and the way the sun had reflected from his blackboard-black hair, her hands all over her body and deep inside the hot folds of her labia. She suddenly heard a noise from the other side of the shower, the boys side. She heard a few muffled words and knew instantly it was Harry. As she listened she could hear not only his muffled voice under the shower, but a frantic slapping sound. It seemed she was not the only one there for a little personal time.
So much of her wanted to sneak a look at him. She had felt her first stirrings of sexual awakening the first day she had seen him on the platform at King’s Cross. Knowing he was there, he was naked, he was rubbing his hard cock just inches through the narrow wall that divided this half of the showers from the boys’ showers was almost too much to bear. It would have taken so little; it was one room with a thin, tiled wall in the middle, gaps at either side, supporting the showerheads. She could have crept to the edge of the wall and peeked round easily. But she resisted. It was not right to spy on people like that. Only Myrtle acted that way in Hogwarts and you had to try and have a better moral compass than the dead.
So she used that temptation, the knowledge and danger that the boy who had been part of so many of her fantasies was so close to her while she was naked and he was also. It fuelled her like nothing had before. Every part of her body seemed to be on fire and as she heard him stifle a moan that could only have meant he had reached his orgasm she could hold back no longer and felt every inch of her being light up like a super-nova. She rode the shudders and shocks that rippled through her for over a minute and found herself spent under the relentless flow of the shower.
It didn’t matter that she had to wait for Harry to clean himself off, dry himself, dress, and leave as it took her quite a while to find the strength in her legs to stand up. She knew even then that this memory would see her through many cold and lonely nights.
She had needed it as well. The few boyfriends she’d had had turned out to frustrate every stereotype she’d been told about teenage boys. Dean Thomas had definitely failed to lose his muggle attitudes to sex. And the girls she’d found an attraction to at school had never seemed to show any interest – either in girls or in her in particular. Thank goodness for those more adult Witch Magazines Luna had lent her, gained quietly from some of her father’s friends in the publishing world.
As Ginny lay back and thought about all her memories and fantasies she felt that familiar stirring, a heat rising between her legs and across her stomach. She felt her cheeks redden. She had some time. She reached down and shuffled out of her jeans and knickers, laying back on the four-poster bed like she had so many times. She thought of Harry through the wall of the shower, her classmates recounting their teenage exploits, and of all the things she’d ever wanted to do and have done to her in this bed.
Her hand ran down her stomach, the other pulling up her blouse so she could feel her stiffening nipples. The first hand found its mark and rubbed firmly around her clitoris, using the moisture she found there. Her head fell back, she knew she would not last long this time. Still, plenty of time ahead of her here. Her eyes closed as she struggled to stifle the groans of pleasure that were escaping her. She was losing herself in this perfect pleasure.
Losing herself so much she failed to notice two things. First, the sound of the latch clicking on the door. Second, the fact she had neglected to close the curtains around her bed.
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