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My Best Mate's Sister	By : lumiere Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 58092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A week had gone by and Harry had been able to avoid Ginny fairly successfully, albeit he did so by avoiding everything that made the Burrow so much fun. He never played Quidditch or Wizard’s Chess with the family; he never helped remove gnomes from the garden or boggarts from the cupboards... all he ever did anymore was stay in Ron’s room, getting ahead on reading and doing homework....he was beginning to feel like Hermione! But what else could he do? Ginny was everywhere, and he couldn’t trust himself to be around her or else he might feel the need to... no. He couldn’t go there. Ron would kill him if he knew the thoughts that Harry was having about his little sister; so Harry decided to stop having those thoughts, and the only way to do that was to stop spending time around Ginny.

Harry’s ruminations were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley’s voice “Harry, come down for dinner!”. “Damn” Harry cursed under his breath. Dinner was the one time that he couldn’t escape her. Most nights he barely got though it by staring at his plate, then excusing himself as fast as possible...but no matter how hard he tried, whenever she spoke...whenever he heard her soft, smooth, velvety voice, he couldn’t help but think of the girl that voice belonged to... and how she would feel in his arms...how her lips would feel against his....NO. He would go downstairs, shovel down his dinner and leave. Besides, Hermione had arrived that afternoon, so the conversation would probably consist mainly of her filling everyone in about her summer, so he could focus on her stories, and avoid thinking about the other young witch at the table. Everything would be fine.

Everything was fine. Harry ate his dinner, focused on Hermione’s dull story about how she helped her parents landscape their yard using absolutely no magic (although Mr. Weasley was thrilled by that prospect), and was just getting ready to excuse himself when Ron said, “Oh, Harry! I almost forgot! When we were in the garden earlier, Fred mentioned that there’s this huge party that the muggles are throwing in town tonight, and we were thinking about going, ‘ you in?”
“Oh...well...ummm I don’t know Ron uhh... who all’s going?”
“Just us! Fred, George, Hermione, me and Ginny...and you of course, if you want to.”

All Harry heard was Ginny. This could ruin everything; he had to refuse. “ Oh, ummm, well I don’t know... I mean I really don’t think that I should...I mean I haven’t finished my homework yet, and we go back to school soon and....”
“Oh, come on mate! You’ve been so boring lately, all you’ve done is sit up in my room! Come have a little fun!”
“Ron, I really don’t think...”
“Please?” Harry’s world came to an abrupt, grinding halt at that one little word uttered by Ginny Weasley. Despite himself, he turned to look at her, and immediately knew that it was a mistake. She looked so beautiful...and sexy that he had to bite back a gasp. She was sitting there, staring at him, her long red hair falling in loose, gentle curls down her back and around her face, wearing a sundress that was a bit too tight for her, stretching in all of the right places, and that was the same pale blue as her eyes... those very same eyes that were now staring at him, pleading him to say yes...
“OK” he murmered, even as his mind was screaming that this could only end in disaster.
“Great!” Ron yelled, completely oblivious to what had just happened between his best friend and little sister.

Later that night, once everyone had finished their dinner and changed their clothes, they apparated into an alleyway that was right beside the small club where the party was being held. They went inside, and the twins went straight to the bar to pick up some girls, while the other four settled into one of the few tables that were on the second level, overlooking the crowded dance floor. Hermione took out some of the butterbeer that she had brought in her bag, and soon everyone was talking and laughing, having a good time...everyone except for Harry. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but Ginny had been seated right beside him, and the table was so small that he could smell the apple scent of her shampoo and the rose water that she wears as perfume. The two scents mixed together creating a scent that was so uniquely Ginny that it was intoxicating. It was all he could do to try and keep himself from reaching over and pulling her into his lap! There was no way that he could make conversation too. Luckily, Ron was way too absorbed in whatever he was saying to really notice. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Hermione.
“Are you alright Harry?” She looked genuinely concerned.
“Yeah...I’m fine, I’m just...I just....I think I need some air.”

He pushed himself back from the table, flew down the stairs, and started making his way across the dance floor to get to the door. He was almost there when someone grabbed his arm. He didn’t have to look to see who it was. He could already smell the apples and rose water.
“Harry what’s wrong?” when he didn’t answer she went on “Why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?”
“No, Ginny, you’ve done nothing wrong...this has nothing to do with you...it’s just...” He turned to look at her, and saw by the expression on her face that she already knew exactly why he had been avoiding her. Some sane, rational part of his mind told him that he should walk out of the club that instant, but instead he said, “Would you like to dance with me?”.
Ginny said nothing, only nodded once, her eyes never leaving his, her hand never moving from his arm.

Harry quickly glanced up to where Ron and Hermione were sitting, saw that they weren’t paying attention, and quickly led her to a spot on the dance floor where he knew that they wouldn’t be able to see them. He slipped his arms around Ginny’s waist, his hands resting on her lower back. She put her arms around his neck, and started to dance, closing her eyes and moving her shoulders and hips in time to the up-tempo song that was playing. Harry just stood there, staring at her for a moment, until she stopped, opened her eyes and asked “why aren’t you dancing?”
“ I’m sorry I was just...you’re beautiful”. Even as he said it he felt himself blush a little.
Ginny grinned, then pulled him closer, and began to dance again, but this time Harry joined her.

As they danced, they got closer and closer, until their bodies were pressed up against each other’s, and to Harry’s surprise, he noticed that when Ginny gyrated her hips, she was grinding right up against his... Harry gasped and pulled her closer, the two of them completely intertwined, grinding in time to the music. Harry could feel himself getting harder with every gyration of their hips...their bodies fit together so perfectly... Harry could feel his breath getting shorter, and heard Ginny’s do the same. He found himself hating the layers of clothes that were still separating them. Then, he heard Ginny moan softly in his ear, and the spell broke. The last shred of sanity in his mind broke through the growing haze, making him think...What was he doing? This was Ginny! This was Ron’s sister! He couldn’t do this!

“I can’t do this” he said as he began untangling himself from her. “I’m so sorry”. Ginny opened her eyes, and looked at him with this confused, dazed and somewhat hurt expression on her face that made Harry want to take her back into his arms and pick up where they left off, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He turned around, and headed to the men’s room.

Harry stormed into the restroom, threw himself into a stall, and sat on the toilet. “What is wrong with me?” he demanded. He ran his fingers through his hair, and shut his eyes to try and figure out what to do next. He couldn’t just go back to the table and pretend like nothing had happened...he should probably just leave....God, Ginny felt so good in his arms...the way her hips moved... Harry’s eyes flew open, he looked down, and saw what he already felt; a huge bulge in his pants. His erection hadn’t flagged yet. “Damn” he muttered as he unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled his cock out and started stroking it to the beat of the music coming from the dance floor just outside, imagining that he and Ginny were still dancing, still grinding...he was just getting close when he heard the bathroom door swing open. He froze mid-stroke and waited for the intruder to cross to the urinals, take care of his business, and leave Harry in peace. Instead, he heard that person coming towards the stalls. Harry cursed silently to himself, and was just about to give up and put his cock back in his pants when someone knocked on his stall. Once more, Harry froze. What the hell was going on? Then he heard the last thing he was expecting; “Harry open the door.” It was Ginny.

“Ginny what the hell are you doing? This is the men’s room, anyone could walk in...”
“I locked the door with magic...please open your stall...and don’t bother doing up your pants.”
Oh my God. She knew. Of course she knew; she had felt the bulge in his pants! Hell, she’d created it! He could not open that door. If he did then she would probably... Harry reached out and unlocked the stall. The door swung open, and there she was, looking so goddamn sexy! His erection that had been flagging since he first heard the door opening came jerking back to attention. She came into the stall, and suddenly his nostrils were filled with her scent of apples and rose water, and all coherent thought cleared from his head. He knew only one thing; he had to have her in his arms now.

He started to get up in order to accomplish that goal, but she pushed him back down, straddled his lap and took his mouth in a violent, passionate kiss that Harry felt all the way down in his toes. He embraced her, and pulled her closer and closer, but couldn’t seem to get her close enough. Just when he was starting to get really frustrated, she started gyrating her hips again. This time, however, there was less fabric separating them, since Harry’s pants and underpants were down around his ankles and, in straddling his lap, the skirt of Ginny’s dress had been pushed up around her hips, leaving only the thin, silky fabric of her panties between them. It felt so good! He could feel the warm moisture of her... They continued like that for some time, kissing and humping, until Harry was almost to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. He felt that after a few more moments like this, he wouldn’t be able to keep it together any longer, and would probably blow his load all over Ginny. Suddenly, Ginny pulled away and got up. Harry let out a grunt of frustration, not managing anything more coherent in his state. But instead of righting herself and leaving, Ginny took off her underwear, hiked up her skirt, and knelt between his knees. In that moment, their eyes locked and he knew that she had been feeling the same way that he had for just as long, if not longer. He also knew that she was worth the risk of losing Ron’s friendship. She was worth everything.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she took the tip of his member in her mouth, and he let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. She then took more into her mouth while bringing her right hand up to the shaft, and then began moving her mouth and hand in synch up and down his member. Harry broke their eye contact, throwing his head back and moaning in rapture. When he had gained enough control to look back at her, she had her left hand in between her own legs, and was fingering herself in time with the strokes that she was giving him. If it was possible, he got even more aroused by the sight of it.

Harry didn’t last long- which wasn’t a big surprise considering how much attention his cock had been getting tonight- but it was still long enough for Ginny to cum twice before he finally let his load go right into Ginny’s mouth. Smiling at him, she swallowed it, then lowered her mouth back to his member, and sucked the remaining drops from the tip. She then got up, leaned over him, and kissed him one more time before leaning down and murmuring in his ear “The others are probably wondering where we are”. Harry had completely forgotten where they were, or that the others were out in the club waiting for them. For the last hour, his world had consisted entirely of Ginny.
“I suppose we should get going then” he finally managed once he remembered how to speak.

They both got dressed, and managed to get out of the men’s room without being seen. Then they went back to the small table where Ron, Hermione, Fred and George had had so many butterbeers, that they didn’t even mention Harry and Ginny’s absence, nor did they notice how close they sat, or that they seemed to keep looking at each other as though they had just met.
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