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Christmas at the Burrow
By 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series. Unless real life interferes, updates. No money is made or asked for.
“Speaking/Talking” ‘Thoughts/Pondered’ "SHOUTING/SCREAMING/YELLING"
Hermione Granger – 15
Fred & George Weasley – 16
Harry Potter – 14
Ginny Weasley – 13
Chapter 3
Saturday, 25^th December 1994
Christmas Morning
At 6:00 in the morning Ron was downstairs to gather some Christmas treats and small presents to take back to his room. He noticed Harry and Ginny asleep on the couch but paid no mind. If they didn’t want to get up for their share of nuts and candies then more for him and loaded more onto his stocking. Ron really didn’t notice that neither Harry nor Ginny had anything on or that Harry was still in Ginny. That would have taken his attention away from what was important.
The noise Ron made did wake Ginny up. She didn’t move until he left with an armful of Christmas goodies. Ginny kissed Harry, “Wake up Harry dear, we have to go up and clean up. It’s Christmas.” She kissed him again.
Harry woke up holding a good reason for his morning wood. He was holding a warm, soft and very naked Ginny Weasley and he had fallen asleep still in her. She was wriggling and rubbing Harry’s cock in her. He pulled Ginny closer slowly building a rhythm that the red head on him responded to. Harry felt himself swell until his hips bucked and he emptied spurt after spurt into Ginny. When Harry realized what he had done without protection for Ginny. He started to apologize…
Ginny hugged Harry, “Nothing to say you’re sorry about. What’s done is done. If you knocked me up, we just started our family earlier. That’s all.” She gave him a good morning kiss.
“YUCK!! Morning breath!” Harry rolled Ginny off of him when he scrambled off the couch to run up stairs.
Ginny uncoiled from the couch slowly and sensuously. Like a cat that was satisfied with itself. “Harry dear, your trunk is in my room.”
“Huh?” Harry stopped, one foot on the stairs.
“I thought you’d rather sleep with me than with Ron,” Ginny sauntered over to Harry, her hips swayed in a most intriguing way. “Besides there’s nothing we’ve haven’t seen now and there’s a lot more I want you to do to me tonight.”
Harry nodded dumbly and followed his new girlfriend’s ass to her room. They stopped to share the shower. He liked the way she toweled him dry. He could live with that. Life was looking much better than it did when he left Hogwarts only a week ago.
Downstairs
When they came back downstairs Molly was in the kitchen cooking a large Christmas breakfast. Ginny had commandeered Harry's quidditch jersey as her only article of clothing. It was long enough to cover her bum while standing.
“Ginny dear, won’t you get cold?” Molly asked sliding a baking tin of scones in the oven.
Ginny smiled and shook her head. She knew her Harry liked to look at her legs not to mention extra clothing would get in the way of what she wanted to do again…
“Well go put on some slippers. I won’t have you helping in the kitchen in your bare feet.”
Harry, in his school pajama bottoms, set the table while Ginny scampered upstairs, on the stairs when Ginny thought her mum wasn’t looking she flipped the bottom of her (was Harry’s) quidditch jersey showing her bare bum to Harry. Ginny suspected her mum knew she wore nothing else but it was more exciting to pretend Molly didn’t know and try to get away with not being caught. She ran out of sight for her slippers.
‘Who needs breakfast?’ Harry thought and ran upstairs two steps at a time.
Breakfast would be later than usual so Molly adjusted her cooking time accordingly. Breakfast time was not as important as grandbabies.
“Where’s breakfast?” Ron asked as he wandered in.
“Later. Here, have an apple,” Molly tossed Ron an apple.
“An apple? That’s fruit. I want my breakfast, Ron objected.
“You can’t always get what you want. That’s life. Eat your apple.” Molly turned back to slow cook Christmas breakfast.
Later Hermione and the twins followed by Ginny and Harry trooped downstairs dressed to varying degrees.
After plates and glasses had been set Harry tried to help in the kitchen only to be told to sit, this was women’s work.
Ginny served the first breakfast helping of eggs, bangers and fried apples slices. Seeing no one near the table or able to see them. She opened the fly of Harry’s pajama pants. A few swipes of her hand had Harry’s cock nice and hard, lifting the quidditch jersey bottom Ginny sat sideways on Harry’s lap, impaling herself with Harry’s cock in the process. The jersey was just long enough to make it look like all she was doing was sitting on his lap and not having sex at the breakfast table in front of everyone. This made the thirteen year old Ginny feel like a wanton woman. Ginny wouldn’t be the first girl to be knocked up at thirteen and she would try her damnest to be one of them. She wiggled in his lap until she felt Harry’s hips push back. He tried to hide what he was doing with the red haired vixen sitting on him while she fed him.
Ron sat down across from Harry and Ginny not noticing anything except the eggs and sausages. The fried apple slices was not real food in his opinion. He empted the serving platters before anyone else could take his food.
Hermione in her sensible flannel pajamas and the twins in old stained sweats soon sat down at one end of the table with a twin on each side of Hermione. The twins grinned at Ginny. They could guess what she was doing was she started to bounce on Harry’s lap.
Ginny fed Harry a hot apple slice when she felt Harry’s hips begin to buck. She smiled innocently until Harry grabbed her waist to hold her tight. Ginny dropped the next apple slice so she could wrap her arms around Harry’s neck. She could feel the warmth from Harry filling her inside. Ginny buried her head on Harry’s shoulder trying to muffle the sounds she was making.
Molly heard and noticed. She smiled while cooking for those who had very little for breakfast thanks to Ron.
The twins grinned and grabbed Hermione by her arms and legs, they tipped her chair over, when they carried her back upstairs leaving their breakfast for Ron.
The Christmas presents were not opened until much later in the day to Ron’s displeasure.
Dumbledore made his Christmas visit in the late afternoon before he had to return to Hogwarts. Molly had a private talk with Dumbledore in his capacity as Order leader. He listened while he stroked his long white beard and nodded. ‘Yes, that could work,’ he thought. With Ginevra, Harry could experience love.
After the Christmas Dinner, Fred and George flood to visit Lee Jordan, their partner in pranking crime, leaving a tired Hermione at the Burrow.
Ginny tugged at Hermione calling over her shoulder, “SEE MORE OF YOU LATER, HARRY…! GIRL TALK!”
Ginny’s Bedroom
Upstairs in her room Ginny pushed Hermione up against the wall for a heated snog, “I know what we talked about earlier. Now it’s just the two of us. Tell me true. Do you really think we can make this work?”
“Yes,” Hermione said in a small voice, “I honestly believe Harry loves you.”
“Not you?” Ginny asked.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll screw ourselves silly, like Fred and George. What I want when school’s over is we find a place for the five of us.” Hermione kissed the tip of Ginny’s nose.
Downstairs Harry stroked himself thinking about last night.
The two nude girls sat on the edge of Ginny’s bed. Ginny leaned over to kiss her best friend, “No Ron, right?”
Hermione laughed, “We couldn’t afford the food bill.”
Ginny’s tongue blocking anything else Hermione was going to say. Ginny pushed the larger girl flat on her back on the bed. Ginny spread Hermione’s legs so she could lay flat on top of her and rub their ‘hair down there’ against each other. It wasn’t long before the friction had her gasping and wanting more. Ginny was unsure how to go about it. This was the first time for a real girl on girl affair for either of them.
‘Well, almost there,’ Ginny thought with disappointment, ‘It can only get better with practice.’
Hermione hugged the girl on top of her, “We need to get up. Harry’s going to wonder what’s taking so long.”
“No sweetheart,” Ginny whispered as she laid her head on Hermione’s near shoulder. This was different than she thought it would be. What started out as a planned seduction using sex ended up as a private conversation with the same result, “There’s nothing wrong with it, a girl needs a different types of love. “We’ll share three different boys as well as each other for those different kinds of love.” Ginny’s hand moved up slowly and lightly brushed the side of one of Hermione’s breasts with her fingertips.
Hermione shifted her body unconsciously so she could lean into the hand to increase the feeling. It felt different but good. When she masturbated Hermione knew what her hand was going to do next. Hermione had no control over what Ginny would do next. The anticipation made Hermione shift wanting more.
Hermione stayed on her back while Ginny rolled off Hermione to her side to face her lover. Ginny propped up on one elbow, one hand now resting fully on of Hermione’s flat abdomen.
Hermione’s arched her back up in an attempt to increase that wonderful feeling.
“No dearest Hermione it’s inevitable that sooner or later you will want to pleasure Harry he is there and available. He might want to watch the two of us. I know the twins will. I’ve heard most boys are like that. I think everyone has favorite sex things.” Ginny finger circled and teased Hermione’s upright nipple. “For example, now you like your breast being touched, but you may find that you like something else more from Harry or Fred.”
“Not my ass, you can have that.”
Ginny laughed, “This Christmas hols was your first time and they pounded you a lot not giving you a chance to get used to it. That made your arse sore. Give it a chance to heal. Then try it again. It’s not so bad, really it isn’t. I’ve been ass fucked for over a year now.”
“I don’t know, I’ll think about it, I promise,” Hermione said.
“BRAT!” Naked Ginny laughed and ran downstairs to Harry.
Hermione shook her head. It was all well and good if Ginny wanted to settle down at her age but she couldn’t. There was too much to do before then. Maybe she should have gone with the twins to Lee Jordon’s. You know what they say about black cocks. Hermione rubbed her ass. Better she didn’t, her ass was sore.
Naked Hermione left Ginny’s room to wash-up.
Downstairs
Ron never noticed. He had a whole fruitcake all to himself and was not about to share.
Harry stared at his nude girlfriend, “You’re beautiful but don’t you think you should put something on?”
Ginny smiled in response. “You’re right this isn’t the place Harry Potter.” She wrapped her arms around his neck sitting in his lap again. Ginny kissed Harry, “But I’ll take what I can get.”
Molly was in the kitchen and faced away from the rest of the house. She banged one of her cauldrons with a spoon to remind everyone she was there.
“Nah, for what I have in mind” Ginny poked Harry in the chest, “you, mister, are wearing too much.” Ginny stood and tugged Harry to follow her upstairs.
Ron never noticed.
Ginny’s Bedroom
In her room Ginny massaged Harry while she undressed her boy toy. The more Harry shagged her the better her chance of being pregnant and the other bitches at Hogwarts can suck lemons. Speaking of sucking… Ginny was on her knees licking and kissing Harry’s penis before she put it in her mouth.
Harry closed his eyes to see if it would heighten the sensation, he thought it did but he kept opening his eyes to watch his naked girlfriend suck his dick while she played with his balls. “Ginny, I’m going to cum,” he muttered. Not long after he warned her his cock exploded and filled her mouth making her cheeks bulge with his cum.
Ginny made a show of licking her lips with the tip of her tongue and swallowed noisily. “We are not done yet Mister Potter. You haven’t fucked me and I want to be fucked.”
“But I just came. You sucked me dry,” Harry whined. He pointed down to his wet but limp dick.
Ginny fondled his dick and crawled up on Harry until she pushed him down on her bed. Ginny tried to swallow Harry’s tonsils by snogging.
Harry wondered what his cum tasted like since Ginny filled her mouth with it last night, this morning and now. Now he had a chance to find out during their intense snogging session. Warm and a little bland he decided but if Ginny liked it who was he to say no?
Ginny lay on the bed half draped over Harry. She curled over Harry’s chest so she could reach past her thigh and stroke him slowly to make him hard again. It was taking longer than she wanted. While Ginny was stroked Harry hard again his hand ran from her hip and up her arm, he didn’t know Ginny’s armpits had hair, that made sense though, because he had hair under his armpits also. Harry wasn’t sure because the pictures of girls in Shaun’s picture books didn’t have hair in their armpits. Harry’s fingers played with a nipple a little, making her gasp when he tweaked her nipple. She was still stroking him ever so slowly, so he ran his hand back over her back and back up.
Now he was hard Ginny spun herself around on his chest so she could fuck herself. Only with no one holding his dick steady she kept missing because Harry’s penis wobbled everywhere but where she wanted it. Finally she had to break off her snog so she could reach behind her and hold him steady so she could get him in her. Ginny made a long moan when he filled her. She didn’t have to but from Hermione’s romance books a man liked to hear that.
Harry’s hips rocked up to fill Ginny deeper and Ginny pushed down because she wanted to be filled. She spread her legs farther for him and wished she had a fertility potion but it was not taught at Hogwarts and too many questions would be asked if she asked her brothers to buy one for her.
Harry hugged and kissed Ginny. Their bump and grind brought them closer and closer to orgasm until with a wordless scream Ginny’s legs clamped Harry’s waist and the muscles of her vagina seized Harry’s cock in a vice-like grip. Harry was surprised how tight it felt but loved how good it felt. Ginny was his first. Unconsciously Harry thrust harder and faster in response to the pressure building up in him until he started pumping out stream after stream of cum to fill Ginny.
“Merlin, yes! Yes, Harry! More! More!” Ginny urged as she held tight trying to milk every last drop from Harry. All too soon for Ginny Harry slowed and stopped completely. Ginny wasn’t done with Harry and her body jerked again, her legs clamped down behind Harry’s ass. If her experience with her Bill or Charley was anything to go by Harry would eager to screw her soon.
Harry didn’t know a girl could want it as much as he would.
Saturday, 3 July 1995
Hogwarts Express
Hermione and Ginny rested on the ride back to London on the Hogwarts Express. Their bulging bellies meant they would deliver their babies towards the end of September. Whether or not they ever went back to Hogwarts was open to question. Personally Hermione thought home schooling would be in their future. Hermione could just imagine Professor McGonagall trying to teach while the girls in class ohhed and ahhed about the babies or the babies crying at the sound of Professor Snape’s voice.
In Hermione’s case it would be twins by the twins. It didn’t matter who was really the father. Both Fred and George claimed the babies as theirs. Molly hoped her twin grandbabies would not be the handful George and Fred were.
Ginny and Harry sat in their usual compartment in the last carriage. Ginny leaned on Harry with her jumper and shirt pulled up so Harry could rub her bare belly. At approximately seven months along, Harry wasn’t sure about girl stuff, he didn’t think Ginny should be going to school at all. Ginny insisted on going back to Hogwarts until Harry put his foot down. Their baby was their future. Ginny argued Matron Pomfrey was an experienced healer and if she was back in time it would be safer for her to have their baby at Hogwarts than at the Burrow, the Weasleys couldn’t afford St Mungo’s and the majority of Harry’s trust vault was marked for automatic withdrawal for school and he could not touch his main vaults yet. The rest was expected to be used for school supplies with a small amount for personal spending money. Not enough for the maternity ward at the hospital. Harry told Ginny she was not going back to school, he knew where (Sirius Black) he could get the money for St Mungo’s. With a kiss Ginny relented. For the rest of the train ride Ginny looked at the engagement ring on her finger while Harry rubbed her belly. Harry had placed it there. Wizarding Scotland followed the old Roman law where a girl could get married when she was 12 with her parent’s permission. Ginny was 13. ‘Gretna Green here I come,” Ginny thought happily.
Tuesday, 24 December 1995
Burrow
It was supposed to be a quiet night for Harry, Ginny and their new son. Ginny had other ideas. After the baby had breast fed and was asleep Ginny snuggled up to her to husband. “Your wife wants a little nooky,” Ginny’s hand disappeared under the front of Harry’s boxers.
“Husband?” Harry was groggy; he had been fast asleep until Ginny’s hand woke him up.
“Yes, husband. You married me, remember?” Ginny’s tight grip on Harry’s stiff penis allowed only one answer. “We made a baby together,” (squeeze) “Remember?” (squeeze)
It was dangerous for Ginny to give birth at her age. Her pelvis was still growing but she knew what she wanted and was impatient.
“Sorry Ginny I was asleep and you didn’t give me a chance to wake up.”
“Okay, I accept your apology, for now, about that nooky?” Ginny pulled her nightgown up to her waist before she pulled Harry on top of her. Not being the dunderhead Snape claimed Potter was Harry quickly kicked the boxers off. With Ginny in his arms Harry hugged her and settled between her legs. Ginny opened wide to receive his weapon and gift. Harry grunted as he rammed in time after time. Ginny not only accepted his male dominance on her but urged him to empty in her some more. She wanted to become pregnant again so there would be no question her baby was Harry’s. Ginny sighed in satisfaction when Harry emptied his cum in her.
When Molly heard a bed frame above creak she was very happy. That her first grandchild was from her youngest was embarrassing.
Thursday, 26 December 1995
Molly flooed to Diagon Alley two days later and immediately used rented postal owls to all her sons who no longer lived at the Burrow like they should.
The twins with Hermione had their babies and lived away from the Burrow. Hermione was willing to visit Grams Weasley but not live. Hermione was in charge of her children not Molly.
Charley and Percy ignored the owls and Bill’s Fleur flamed any letter from Molly and sometimes the owl if it wasn’t fast enough getting away.
And Ron? He didn’t see why he should bother about girls and went upstairs to his bedroom with a whole cake.
The End
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