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Harry and Ginny Confess!	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 36812 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry kept his eyes on Ginny as he finished telling his tale. She laughed dryly.

“Wow. So you and my brother. I figured something might have occurred. I guess I was right.”

Harry thought he heard something mocking in her tone. His neck tightened defensively.

“What, you’ve never had a fantasy about another woman?”

Ginny closed her mouth in a grin and rolled over onto her stomach. Harry gazed longingly at the shape of her ass.

“I’ve had more than just a fantasy.” She confessed into the pillow. Harry didn’t take his eyes off her backside, and yet the beauty of her nudity faded away behind the echoing shock in his brain.

It happened one night in an empty classroom. I was briskly pacing down a gloomy, stone-walled hallway, my face burning red. Dean and I had just gotten into another fight, and I was just about fed up with him. Boys could be so senseless, so hurtful without knowing it. I wondered at the time how any girl could stand having them around at all. My robes swished loudly past a rusty suit of armor, too loudly. I stopped and listened. In the chamber across the way I heard someone crying. Curious, I strode over and pushed the partially ajar door all the way open. I stuck my head into the darkness beyond.

“Hello?” I asked softly. The crying stopped and a wand was lit. I looked into the back corner by the closet and saw Hermione slumped against the wall.

“It’s okay, Ginny, just me.” She stated with false calmness. Her eyes were glazed with tears.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” I asked as I fully entered the classroom. I shut the door behind me, to keep our conversation as confidential as I could.

“It’s just. .” Hermione broke off and sniffled. She slapped her hands on her knees and looked at me boldly. “Your brother can be such an ass at times, I hope you don’t mind me saying so.”

I folded my arms and stayed balanced on my feet. I didn’t enjoy Ron being insulted, but I wasn’t in the mood to defend him.

“What did he say or do this time?” I asked with maybe a shred of exasperation. Ron and Hermione fought more than any other couple I knew.

Hermione looked down past her knees. A tear fell from her eye, and her brown hair hung in limp strands. She looked pitiful, and I did pity her. I wished to comfort her, at least to the point where she would stop sobbing. I took a few tentative steps toward her.

“You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.”

Hermione caught my eye. “It’s just the way he takes me for granted. When he does it, he can be cruel, and it hurts, that’s all.”

I went over and sat down next to her. Hermione rolled her wand out of the way to make room. I don’t really understand what my motivation was, except that I did not enjoy the idea of Ron taking Hermione for granted. I felt a similar anger at Dean, and therefore Hermione and I were in the process of sharing something. The enjoyment I experienced at sharing something with Hermione was my first hint at what might follow, if the magic of the night allowed it.

I looked at the dark spirals of her hair and caught a whiff of her flowery fragrance. She smelled pleasant, and I wished to continue smelling her. My thoughts sharpened under her aroma, narrowing down into raw, unfathomable instincts. As she convulsed once more under the sad weight of her emotions, I swallowed hard, reached up with my clammy hand, and touched the hair by her ear.

“You’re right; he’s a git.”

Hermione convulsed again, but this time with a quick laugh. She turned towards me and focused on my face with her inviting eyes. I never took pleasure in another girl’s beauty, but I didn’t mind doing so now. I felt unthreatened. I took in her glossy lips, and the warmness blossomed between my thighs. I was slightly shocked I could be thus turned on, but I didn’t fight the feeling. I removed my hand from her hair and placed it on her raised knee. I caressed her gingerly with my fingers and thumb. I still wasn’t sure how she would react. Her face was unreadable.

“Is this okay?” I asked clumsily.

Hermione’s eyes widened. I knew she was stunned by my action, but at least she stopped crying. She shook her head.

“Ginny. .”

As she said my name, I leaned into her and closed my eyes. Thankfully, my lips found hers without too much fumbling around. I was aroused, but also nervous, nervous enough to not want to witness her reaction to my sudden, unconventional impulse. I prayed the tenderness of my touch would be enough to melt her cold shell of propriety.

So I kissed her. For a second her mouth was slack, and I freely breathed in the air around and inside her. I could have pulled away, made my absurd apologies, and left. We both might have forgotten the episode the next day and nothing more would have come of it. But I wanted to keep my lips pressed against her. I was hoping to light a purging spark within her deep, dismal sadness. Hermione wanted to dispel her sadness as well. I know because after two seconds, I felt her kiss me back, passionately, recklessly, and wildly. I understood then the night was ours, and the warmness between my thighs flared into a carnal inferno. From that point on, my actions were deliberate and unfettered.

I felt her reach up and grab my hair. After she did so, I pressed my tongue into her mouth, and then hummed softly as her own tongue rigorously responded. Our kiss grew into something fierce and I cupped her soft face in my hands. She pushed my robe up my leg and touched my bare skin past my boot, causing my pussy to flush with heat. I got to my knees. She looked at me curiously, seductively. I smiled and straddled her.

As we again locked lips, she ran her hands up and down the arch of my back. I fondled her breasts, kneading them firmly. Hermione reacted by reaching under my robes and grabbing my ass. It was clear to me at this point our activity together would proceed well past snogging. She didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.

Hermione gave my ass a quick slap, and I started rocking against her body. My cunt was dripping wet, and was desperate for tending. She understood, as I hoped she would, and untied the rope around my waist, which was keeping me decent. Once the rope was undone, my robes opened up in front of me and collapsed around my legs. The pink nipples of my breasts were erect, and I guessed at one point during our episode Hermione would notice. For the moment, though, her attention was drawn to the lower half of my body.

With the first two fingers of her right hand, Hermione began massaging my clit. The flesh around my waist quivered and I pinched her tits through her robes. Her fingers continued to vibrate methodically against me. I ground my hips slowly on top of her, panting loudly. I wanted my orgasms that night to be the best I ever had. I suspected they would be anyway, but just to make sure, I offered Hermione instruction.

“Hermione,” I gasped. “When I say, leave off and keep your fingers close and sticking up. I’m going to fuck myself into them.”

I felt Hermione shiver after I finished giving voice to my perversion. Her fingers now circled furiously around my throbbing clit, and I knew I would only be able to hold out a couple more seconds. Hermione put her free hand on my quaking thigh, and I reached back and clenched my own ass. For some reason, I found her hand on my thigh extremely naughty and erotic, and as I accepted this truth, the rumbling in my groin commenced. I threw my head back, whipping my hair around, and shut my eyes tight in ecstasy.   As I opened my mouth, I grasped my tits hard. The throb Hermione induced in me spread outward from my body in a delayed explosion, and I screamed.

“Now!”

Hermione ceased rubbing my clit and stuck her fingers into my sopping pussy. I felt my moist lips open for her and accept her flesh. My arms went slack against my sides. I kept crying out as I jolted into her hand, and I came in luxurious waves.   As the sensation subsided, I caught my breath and pressed my perspiring forehead against hers. I looked down into her eyes, and noticed she was gazing at me attentively, as if making sure I properly had my fill. When I kissed her, she put her drenched fingers on my cheek. I grabbed them and sucked on them, letting my own juices coat my tongue. I reached down with my other hand and pressed my fingers into her crotch. Suddenly, she stopped me.

“It’s okay, Ginny, you don’t have to.” She told me.

I looked at her quizzically, sternly. “Why not?”

She didn’t answer, but her expression became pathetic. Did she think I didn't want to return the favor? I stood up from her lap. Except for my boots, I was completely naked. Hermione looked up at me yearningly. She smiled, but I didn’t return it.

“Take off your clothes. I’m going to lie down, and I want you to sit on my face.” I commanded. I didn’t wait for her to respond, because I knew she wouldn’t say no. I spread my robes out and lay down on top of them. Hermione stood up, unfastened her robes, and let them drop to her ankles. I observed her slim, smooth, pale body, and felt the tingling fire rekindle between my legs. Hermione placed her feet on either side of my head, and squatted down over my mouth. I watched her pink, fuzzy pussy descend, and I licked my lips in anticipation. As she went to her knees, she tousled my hair and caressed my ears. I stuck my tongue up into her snatch, and let her warm, musky juices penetrate my taste buds. She sharply inhaled as I boxed her protruding clit with my tongue.

“Oh, Ginny. .”

I felt her finger nails against my scalp, and I massaged her ass with my palms before giving her a light spank. She shuddered and pressed her pussy deep into my face. Her breathing became audible, at which point I slowly spread my thighs and touched my aching clit. I brushed it several times with the pads of my fingers, teasing myself pleasurably. I wanted to time my masturbation just right so we would come together. It would be one more thing Hermione and I could share.

I continued to lash her with my tongue. Hermione started to moan and thrust her body into my face. I knew she was approaching the point of no return, and I was right there with her. I violently thrashed my own clit with my fingers, giving it a small slap. When I did so, I hummed into Hermione’s pussy. Hermione answered back.

“Oh, Ginny. Oh, fuck. .”

I never heard Hermione use the word before. The sound of it from her mouth pushed me clear over the brink. I brought my head back away from her and cried out as I came hard and wet against my fingers. Hermione caressed my hair with one hand and took control of her clit with the other. She frigged herself in my face and began shaking. I stuck my tongue into her cunt and held it there as she rubbed herself with abandon. Her eyes closed, her brows contracted, and her back arched. She was on the edge, and I wanted to be the one to push her off it. I again brought my face away from her pussy.

“Come in my face, Hermione.”   I whispered. She screamed and came as I hoped she never came in her life. I replaced my tongue between her puffy lips, and tasted her cum. I felt the tension drain from her muscles as she slowly and unconsciously massaged my breasts. After a minute, she pushed her leg off and lay down next to me on my robes. I held her close for what seemed like an hour.   I wasn’t sure if we would ever get the chance to be together again, but my uncertainty wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered was the night chance failed to deny us. Our experience together was real and forever.
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