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A Trip to the Owlery	By : Shot_of_Gin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Ginny Views: 14593 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Awakening
- 2-Falling Asleep
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Author's note: If you care to share your thoughts, I'm open for praise, critique and spell checks as english is not my first language. I might continue the story.
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- Chapter 2: Falling Asleep -
When Ginny and Ron arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, they looked at one another each with an awkward smile on their face. Ginny saw her brothers eyes wander about aimlessly. In that moment she realized that he was still utterly baffled by what had happened a few minutes earlier. She on the other hand had already made up her mind and come up with a ruff plan on their way down from the Owlery. She knew what she wanted and was sure she would get exactly that, once Ron had gotten over the fact that his junk had just been touched by a girl for the first time, and by his sister for that matter. Tomorrow she would set the boundaries of what she intended to make a very insightful and exciting couple of upcoming days and weeks. It never occurred to her that Ron might want to draw a line in the sand and deny her the satisfaction of her curiosity.
“Let’s meet tomorrow after class in the Owlery again to talk about what just happened” she said grabbing his hand for a moment.
As she didn’t intend to give her sibling a chance to refuse her proposition, the smart redhead got on her toes, gave him a tiny peck on his cheek and hurried off to find a seat amongst the other third-years at the Gryffindor table.
Ron still felt himself unable to shake off the feeling of a girl’s hand stroking his cock. After standing outside the Great Hall with a rather peculiar look on his face for a couple of seconds, he realized, someone had closed in on his left and said something.
“Hm?” he asked looking into a pair of round eyes that belonged to the blonde girl that had just interrupted him and Ginny.
“I said you look rather stiff” she said. “Did you see a Nargle? Most people who actually see one fall in a state of shock for a moment. But you mustn’t be worried. Those blessed with the ability to see the Nargles are very likely to be blessed with rather impressive physical skills or tools.”
Without waiting for a reply, Luna strolled into the hall. Wondering whether he had heard her correctly, Ron got out of his baffled state and took a seat next to Hermione who was trying to read a chapter in what was probably a book for sixth years while cautiously eating a helping of roasted cod and mashed potatoes.
“Are you alright, Ron?” she asked with a smirk. “You have been sitting here for at least twenty seconds and not only have you not yet put anything edible on your plate but you also haven’t reached for one of your favorite turkey legs before you behind made contact with the bench.”
“Very funny… I’m just not hungry.”
“Come on Ron. I’ve know you for over three years now and not once have I witnessed you passing on a meal. What’s going on?”
“Nothing … I mean I don’t know. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”
Feeling pretty uncomfortable with Hermione’s line of questioning Ron decided to avoid any further risk of letting slip something compromising. He got up and turned to leave. “I guess I should go see Madam Pomfrey - just in case.”
He left the Great Hall aware of Hermione skeptical look on his back. When he passed Ginny, she was in the midst of conversation and didn’t seem to notice him leaving; his best friend on the other hand did, meeting his eye for a second. But Harry quickly directed his attention back to Neville who was likely talking about the hundreds of uses of mandrake-leaves.
Out of the hall he went straight to the next bathroom. Closing the cubicle Ron dropped his pants, setting free his almost fully hard cock. He definitely needed to rub one out to clear his head.
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Later that evening Ginny sat on the edge of her bed. She had, mostly due to a boatload of homework and Daisy Watsons constant urge to talk about her crush on Dean Thomas, managed to keep herself from constantly thinking about the way it had felt touch Ron’s cock. Now the memory of how his hot semen had shot onto her hand, of how she had for a moment wanted to taste the milky substance, came back to her. While trying to recall the soft yet hard feeling, when she had stroked her first ever penis, Ginny took off her clothes.
She didn’t mind being naked in the third years’ dorm. They all had from their first year been rather comfortable with seeing each other’s bodies. Not that it mattered at this moment; all the other girls were already asleep anyway. Ginny enjoyed the feeling of a cold breeze on her bare skin for a few seconds before slipping into her pajamas and getting into her bed. When she closed her eyes a picture of her brother formed in her mind’s eye. She imagined herself being only a couple of inches away from his crotch while he slowly slipped his thumps under his waistband. She was so eager to finally see the thing she had felt earlier.
Slowly her left hand found her way to her still perky breasts. Her fingertips circled around her hard nipple while her other hand started to unbutton her pajama-top from the bottom. A few seconds later she cupped both her breast and started to roll and lightly pinch her nipples using her middle finger and thumb.
Triggered by the stimulation of her nipples, the heat she felt between her thighs became even more noticeable. Slowly her left hand slid over her sternum and navel coming to a rest on her pubic mound. Almost hesitantly she began to press down on the silky fabric of her pajama pants, making her way towards her clitoris. Ginny split her index and middle finger a bit, so they could run up and down on the side of the little knob but not yet stimulating it too directly. The sensation of the fabric gliding ever so slightly over her clit, slowly but surely increased her arousal. She could feel herself getting wet, could feel her nipples get even harder and more sensible to her now almost painful pinches. Her breath shortened.
After a while Ginny brought her feet closer to her hips, raising her knees and parting her legs in the process. She let her clit rest for bit and started to slide her fingertips along the inner sides of her thighs. A first moan slipped from her lips.
While she knew that all the girls in her dorm masturbated at least once week and despite the fact she liked them for not necessarily keeping their voices hushed in the process, Ginny didn’t intend to wake her follow third-years tonight. She rolled over to lie on her belly, sinking her face into her pillows.
She slid down her pajama bottoms to her knees, exposing her round butt to the chilly air in doing so. Imagining her brother and Harry standing next to her bed seeing her expose herself and stroking their cocks, she started to stimulate her pussy directly, rubbing over her inner and outer folds while in the process putting pressure on her clit with her palm. Then she fastened the pace, switching to a circular motion over her most sensitive spot. The pillow swallowed her moans. She felt her juices almost gushing out of her opening.
The thought of her stroking her siblings cock made her feel naughtier and more adventuress than the times she had pleasured herself before. Continuing to rub her clit with her left, she led her right hand even deeper, entering her vagina using the fingertips of her middle and ring finger. She hadn’t tasted herself before, but today she wanted the feel sluttier than she had before. So Ginny brought up her juice-covered hand and started sucking on her fingers playing around them with her tongue.
By then her left was rubbing her clit vigorously. She could feel the tension building up in her midst. Ginny raised her hips a bit and parted her legs in excitement, knowing that the sensation of the cold air hitting her labia would send her into a shaking orgasm.
She let out a small scream.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, she rolled to her side tucking her knees. She wished for Harry or Ron to see her like this: still shaking slightly from a climax with her pussy and anus exposed. While her orgasm subsided, she reached down one more time, as she wanted to taste herself again. Before tonight she had already realized, that she was quite fond of her own scent but she wasn’t yet sure, whether she liked her own taste. Still, doing it made her feel unbelievable sexy.
When Ginny had calmed down a bit she kicked off her pajama bottoms, tucked herself into her blanket and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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