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Keeping it Down	By : pettybureaucrat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 34450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry awoke in the middle of the night and softly rolled the satiated and drained Hermione off
his chest. He stroked her lovely face, ran his fingers down the smooth, soft skin of her back and
side. Her mouth was drawn up in a smile, her hair was more tousled and frizzy than ever and she
looked positively angelic to Harry.

He got up, went to the bathroom, knew he had to wake her to get back to Ron. There would be
utter hell to pay if he got caught with Hermione in his bed.

He stroked her, whispered, “Hermione, love. My sweet Hermione, time to get up and go!”

She mumbled, “Go, go where?”

“Well, back to Ron, you know.”

She mumbled again, “Bugger Ron! I want to stay here and fuck you, Harry!”

Harry blushed a little, wondered when and where Hermione had learned to swear so well.

He nudged her, said softly, “Oh, I’d love that, Hermione, I would, but, I don’t want to cause
trouble between the two of you. We, we have to be a team for my lame plan to have any chance
of working, Hermione. I don’t want to alienate Ron by, by shagging his girl!”

She lifted herself on her elbows, “I’m NOT his girl! He thinks I am, but, I’m NOBODY’S ‘girl,’
Harry.”

Harry kissed her cheek, rubbed her back, “I, I didn’t quite mean it like that, Hermione. But,
well, aren’t you a couple?”

She rolled over, stretched her gorgeous, shapely body out in front of him, sighed, “Oh, I suppose
we are. I know you and Ron are buddies and we’ve always been ‘buddies’ too, Harry. But, I’ve
always wanted more from you, but, well, I guess I was too much like a sister and not enough like
a woman.”

Harry gasped, then confessed, softly, “I never meant for you to feel like that, Hermione. I guess
I was too wound up in my own problems and issues to notice that you liked me as more than a
friend. I mean, Ginny had to practically rape me in the Common Room to finally get my
attention! Well, you certainly have my attention now, Miss Granger!”

Hermione sat up, grinned, kissed Harry warm and deep. “I’m so happy about that, Harry. Yes, I
should go back to Ron. I gave him a mild sleeping draft. I’ll see you again the day after
tomorrow, Luna won’t be home yet. Do you mind?”she asked with a sly smile.

Harry smiled and kissed her warmly, “Oh, I guess you’ll do until someone better comes along!
Don’t hit me, Hermione, we’re friends, right?”

She giggled, smacked his arm and said, her long, pointy pink tongue circling her full lips, “Yeah,
friends, that about covers it!”

She got up, put her robe on, bent over and kissed him again, holding it a long, long time.

When she broke the kiss, she smiled into his eyes, “I love you, Harry Potter. Oh, and what I said
about being the ‘best ever?’”

Harry nodded and replied, “Yes?”

She stopped at the door, turned and smiled wider, “I meant every word of it, Harry! Every
word!”

If Harry needed anything else to make his dreams the best ever, that was it. His heart, and ego,
soared with her comment.

His mind reveled with these thoughts as he began to drift back to sleep, “The best! The best
ever! I wonder if she’s shagged anyone else other than Ron? Well, still, it’s good to know that a
beautiful witch thinks I’m the best lover she ever had even if I am only the second one!”

He and Ginny kissed and licked and rubbed the next night. They were both starting to be
frustrated but Ginny just could not bring herself to break her promise to her parents.

Harry told her sincerely, “I wouldn’t expect you to, Ginny. I love you too much to force you to
choose between me and your folks. You know how much I love them, they’ve always been so
good to me. Maybe they think of me as a son so much they can’t imagine me, well, making love
to my ‘sister!’”

She giggled at that, smiled one of her radiant, full smiles, “Oh, gods, Harry, that’s just downright
perverted, that’s what that is!! Oh, incest! Gods, Harry, you’ve really gotten me hot just with
the thought of it! And before you wonder, NO, I’ve never been tempted by any of my brothers,
well, except maybe Bill some, he’s just so damn good looking and sexy! And the scars just
make him more so!”

He had laughed, then grabbed her and kissed her long and hard as his hands wandered over her
firm, soft, creamy flesh. He just loved looking at her, she was so beautiful, with her fiery red
hair cascading over her shoulders. Her firm, small breasts with their enticing upturned pink
nipples that hardened to his touch and tongue. Her smooth, slightly rounded stomach was the
epitome of womanliness to Harry, it spoke to him of both carnal delight and tender motherliness.

Dropping his hands and eyes to her lower regions, he traced a finger up one of her long, lean
legs, so strong from gripping her broom at Quidditch. He fondled her smooth, round nether
cheeks, again so very feminine with the lovely little ‘sag’ at the bottom. Having seen Katie and
Angelina and Alicia naked in the locker room on occasion, Harry knew they all had very round,
smooth and muscular rear ends, that stuck out and filled their Quidditch pants and muggle jeans
and skirts so erotically. But Ginny’s, and Luna’s and Hermione’s, were all more feminine to
Harry’s way of thinking.

Finally, he ran his finger up her tightly closed slit, making her shiver with delight. Her large
clitoris was hidden under its hood and enclosed in her folds. He so loved ‘coaxing’ it out with
his lips and tongue and then driving her into a frenzy as he nibbled it with his teeth. Her smooth,
tight vagina beckoned his aching cock, the labia pink and open like delicate flower petals.

She smiled at his ‘examination,’ sighed, “I love it when you look at me like that, touch me so, so
erotically!”

He kissed her, sighed back, “You’re just so, so beautiful, Ginny. You’re the most beautiful
witch in the world!”

She blushed, scoffed, “Oh, stuff it, Potter! I don’t hold a candle to Hermione or Luna or Hannah
or Lavender, the whore, or...”

He kissed her fiercely, “I’d love to ‘stuff it,’ Ginny, my cock just aches to be in you. No, you’re
the most beautiful witch in the world, my world! I want you so, so much, Ginny!”

She cried a little, sniffled, “I want you too, Harry, I do, I do!! But, where can we do it?”

Harry had an inkling of a plan, “I have a vague idea, but I need to wait until after my birthday,
when I’m of age and come into my inheritance. That’s only a week or so away. I guess you’d
better go.”

She nodded, slowly got up and dressed. She kissed him soft and warm, “I love you, Harry
Potter! Hermione said you’re the best lover she’s ever had! That’s high praise, Harry!”

The next night Hermione was back in Harry’s bed. This time he took the top position, luxuriated
in her tightness and heat. She panted and mewled with passion as his long, hard tool split and
stroked her tenderest flesh, came 4 times before he groaned and emptied his hot liquid love into
her. Hermione kicked her legs in the air, put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him into her as
deeply as she could, wriggling and writhing, wanting ever drop of his hot essence in her body.

As they cuddled later, Harry idly played with her hair as she drew figures on his chest with her
finger.

Harry gushed, “Well, I think that was even better than our first time!”

She smiled at him, “Oh, it might have been, but, well, I like being on top, so I still have to say
our first time was best. Oh, don’t get me wrong, Harry, this time was just fabulous! You’re still
the best lover I’ve ever had!”

He had to ask, “Er, Hermione? So does that mean I’m better than Ron?”

She blushed and nodded, “Yes, Harry, and Justin and Seamus and Ernie and Anthony and...”

He gasped and gaped, “Hermione!! I, well, I had no idea that you, that you did...”

She giggled, “That I was as big a whore as Luna? Sex is kind of like a narcotic, Harry, once
you’ve had it, you crave more and more! It’s amusing that everyone thinks Lavender is the
‘whore of Gryffindor’ when it’s actually yours truly here. In fact, Lavender is still a virgin as far
as I know!”

Harry’s jaw dropped as he sputtered in disbeliev, “You’re kidding?! After she and Ron and all
that snogging and...”

Hermione continued to smile, “Snogging doesn’t pop your cherry, Harry, only shagging does
that! Ron never shagged her, she wanted a little more ‘commitment.’ Maybe Seamus might
have deflowered her, but she never said anything to Parvati and they tell each other everything!”

Harry asked, “You’ve stirred my prurient interest, Miss Granger! How about Parvati?”

Hermione snickered, “Lost it at home, the summer before her sixth year. Padma gave hers to
Roger Davies when she was only a fourth year, right after the Yule Ball since Fleur wouldn’t put
out for him and you and Ron had been such dorks with her and Parvati!”

Harry smiled wickedly, “So, did Viktor popped your cherry? In the snow!?”

Hermione blushed, “He did no such thing, Harry Potter! I did give him a hand job, though.
Hannah lost it to Ernie in her 5^th year, so did Susan Bones. Justin popped Megan Jones last year,
also Su Li in Ravenclaw, as well as Luna the year before. Of course, Draco always claimed he
deflowered every witch in his year in Slytherin but I know for a fact Daphne Greengrass and
Tracey Davis are still virgins or were when school ended. They’ve never liked Malfoy and his
gang and he’s sworn to possess them before their 7^th year ends. Pansy, of course, will fuck
anything in pants as long as it’s pureblooded!”

Harry shook his head, “I knew I was missing all the fun, but I never realized how much! OK,
Miss Granger, who got yours!?”

She blushed, “A gentleman doesn’t ask a lady a question like that!”

“I’m no gentleman, I’m the frigging scared shitless ‘Boy who Lived!’ Come on, Hermione, so I
can go to my grave in peace!”

She blushed more, hemmed and hawed a bit, “Promise never to tell!? Not even Ginny?!”

Harry just had to know, “I swear! Unbreakable Vow if you’d like!”

She cast her eyes down, gulped softly, “Umm, Neville.”

Harry was speechless. His thoughts raced, “Neville?! Neville Longbottom!? Neville
Longbottom popped the ‘virgin of Gryffindor’s’ cherry?!” His brain was having trouble
processing this.

He gasped out, “NEVILLE?! Are, are you serious, Hermione?”

She blushed, but said proudly, “Yes, Harry. It was Neville! He’s a stud, Harry, that, that shy,
stumbling awkward act is just that, an act for you guys. He is a real hottie in bed, a lot of
witches say so!”

Harry shook his head, “Like who?”

Hermione ticked on fingers, “Oh, me, Luna, Parvati, Padma, Hannah, Megan, Pansy...”

Harry goggled at her again, “Pansy? As in Parkinson?!”

Hermione nodded, “Neville is as pure blooded as they come. That’s Pansy’s only real criteria!
That’s why she’d never shag you, Harry, you’re a half blood.. Let’s see, who else, umm,
Millicent, Romilda, Pamela, Su Li, ...”

Harry held up his hand, “I get your point, Hermione. Gods, Neville!! I had a lot of those
witches in the DA and did they ever offer any to me? NOOOOO!!”

Hermione laughed, “Harry, they did too!! You, you were just too wound up with everything else
to pick up the cues! If you went back to school next term, Harry, you could have a different
witch in your bed every night of the week and not have a ‘repeat’ in a month!”

Harry sighed, “Gods, you don’t know how tempting that is, Hermione! No, I really just want
one, Ginny. The one it seems like I’ll never be able to get!”

Hermione arose and started dressing, “It will happen, Harry. I’m trying to think of some way to
help you two as well. You’re the best, Harry, I mean that! Better than Neville or Justin! And,
yes, much better that Ron!”

That remark really made Harry’s night, his sheets were even wetter in the morning as his dreams
about Ginny included actually taking her virginity. It was so realistic that he had cum in his
sleep, for the first time in years.

The next night with Ginny, they did the closest thing to intercourse they could without actually
doing it. Harry laid his hard, aching cock directly in her tight slit and stroked up and down in it.
Ginny’s clitoris throbbed and pulsed with ecstatic pleasure, she came four times and then
Harry’s warm, sticky seed spurted forth onto her stomach.

She rubbed it into her skin, licked it from her hands as Harry licked some of it off her as well.

She whined, “It’s not fair! Everyone else is fucking their brains out and I have to use a vibrator!
Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Harry. I, I just get so fucking horny when I’m not with you!”

Harry hugged her, kissed her, “I understand, Ginny. Believe me, when we can finally do it,
you’ll be able to throw that thing away because I’ll be vibrating in you every chance we have!”

She smiled, sighed, “I know, Harry, I know. I wish I could give you my cherry for your
birthday. But, I guess you’ll have to settle for the book I made you! Oh, it’s after midnight!
Happy Birthday, Harry!”

Harry’s party the next day was fun, Ginny’s brothers let him and her alone when they snogged
and fondled, only intervening when his hand went up her skirt one time. Ginny’s book was an
album of moving photographs of her in various lewd and provocative poses.

Harry smiled and thought, “Well, at least this is prime wanking material! Oh, shit, this one of
her fingering herself has got me as stiff as a board! I guess no one’s coming tonight. Where’s
the hand lotion?”

At that moment Harry’s door opened and again his jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out as
PENELOPE CLEARWATER came in and softly walked over to his bed.

Harry had trouble finding his voice, finally managed, “Pen...Penn...Penelope!? Umm, you, you
can’t mean that you, you and me, that you want you and me to..., well, to...”

She slipped off her robe, revealing a body every bit as beautiful and alluring as Hermione’s or
Ginny’s or Luna’s! Even more so, since Harry had only had that one brief glance at it. Her
lovely heart shaped face was surrounded by reddish blond curls, her nose was long and straight,
her lips full and lush.

As Harry’s eyes wandered down her body, they lingered on her surprising large breasts, she was
slender, much like Luna, but her breasts were nearly as large as Hermione’s. She, too, had the
rounded, smooth stomach that Harry prized. Her legs were smooth, ivory white and perfectly
formed. She had the nice feminine ‘sag’ on her ass, as well, and her slightly open slit was
surrounded by soft, tight curls the same reddish blond color as her hair. Her labia were reddish
and mostly closed, but allowed an enticing peek of her womanly passage.

She struck a pose, “Like what you see, Harry? I know I do! Hermione and Ginny weren’t lying,
you ARE well hung!”

She got into bed next to him, felt him shivering and asked, “Harry? Are you cold? Or nervous?”

Harry looked into her sparkling sapphire eyes, “Nervous! Penny, you and Percy, I mean, you’ve
been together for what? Three or four years?”

She smiled, kissed him, stroked his chest, “Oh, off and on. Percy’s a prat, and a royal pain at
times, but I do really care for him. But, he’d get on my nerves so I’d walk out and shag Marcus
or Roger or Oliver for a month, then come back. I’m a little pissed at him right now for caving
to his brothers and keeping you and Ginny apart. So, my little revenge on him. Would you like
to make love to me, Harry?”

“WHAT!?” Harry’s fevered brain screamed at him, “This, this isn’t happening. Penelope
Clearwater, Head Girl during my THIRD year is now in my bed and wants to have sex with me!
Well, no one else here, other than Percy, will have, will they? Ah, fuck it! Damn, she’s is hot
and wet and ready!”

Harry kissed her softly, began nibbling at her lips and chin and jaw line. She inhaled sharply,
pressed her gorgeous, firm body into his, breathed, “Oh, your lips are so soft and warm, Harry!
Oh, your fingers, they, they have me starting to drip already! OH, gods, you’re good!”

Harry decided Percy could go hang and concentrated on pleasuring the writhing, panting witch
lying next to him. After the appropriate foreplay, Harry stuck the head of his cock into Penny’s
luscious, lower lips, sucked in his breath at the feel of her soft, almost satiny, vagina around it

She nodded and Harry entered her in one long stroke, groaned and thought of the bikini
clad Snape. Penny was absolutely thrilling, she pushed her strong, slender hips up at him,
sliding her slick, hot walls up and down on Harry’s plunging rod harder and faster.

Harry rode her to four orgasms, then groaned and spilled his hot, white love into her and she
writhed and moaned as she felt the warm moistness fill her sheath and make her womanly parts
tingle and shiver with lust and release.

Cuddling afterwards, Penny wound her delicate, white fingers in Harry’s now totally disheveled
hair, smiled and kissed him, “That, that was just about the most wonderful fuck I’ve ever had,
Harry!”

Harry was very happy with ‘just about’ from a witch of Penny’s obvious experience. She
apparently was a favorite with Quidditch types and since they could usually have any witch they
wanted, that meant Penny was something very special. She had certainly been special for him!
Looking at it very clinically, she was the most erotic and sensual shag he had had to date!

Harry kissed her, hugged her tightly and crowed, “That, that makes me feel just wonderful,
marvelous, Penny. You’re the very best shag I’ve ever had! I kid you not!”

She smiled and giggled and asked, “And just how many shags have you had, Mr. Harry Potter?”

Harry blushed, mumbled, “Er, well, some, a few, well, you’re the eighth”

She asked with some surprise, “Your eighth witch?”

Harry mumbled again, “Er, no, this is only the eighth time I’ve had intercourse.”

She smiled more and kissed him warmly, her eyes sparkling with lust and fulfillment, “Well, I
consider that quite a compliment, Harry, I do. It’s nice to know an old whore like me can make
the young studs happy!”

Harry gulped, “I, I’d never think of you like that, Penny, honest! You’re not a whore!”

She kissed him again as she got up to dress, “You’re very sweet, Harry, and a very, very, VERY
good lover! I know what I am, Harry, and I’m not bothered by it. I really haven’t slept alone
that much since my sixth year. Percy popped me in the Prefects’ Bath after the Halloween Ball
that year! And, like most other witches, once I had a taste of sex, I wanted the whole
smorgasbord, if you will! Percy is a very good lover, Harry, despite his prattish manner. I’m
really quite happy with him, most of the time. It was wonderful, Harry! Maybe we’ll have
another chance sometime. I certainly wouldn’t mind!”

Harry pulled her down for a final kiss, grinned happily, “Neither would I, Penny, neither would
I!”
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