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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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Two nights later, Luna returned and Harry and she reveled in each other’s arms and body. Their
loving was sweet and tender but also hot and heavy, Harry made her cum five times before he
had to release into her. His cock felt like it was ready to fall off, the pleasure was so unbearably
intense as his hot liquid love filled her body and she rubbed and pushed her lean, lithe frame
against him in one paroxysm of passion after another.

As he looked her peaceful, sweat stained, sleeping face, surrounded by a corona of her long,
silky smooth, golden hair, he reflected on his day at Gringotts and the Ministry.

The goblins had treated him well, Harry had always been polite to them, mostly because they
scared the crap out of him. There were several wills read that day that Harry had an interest in.

His parents’ will was simple and straight forward, everything was his, including the property in
Godric’s Hollow and their vault, which held some 5,000,000 Galleons, with the exception of a
generous 25,000 Galleon gift to Molly and Arthur for always being their friends.

One line of the will had read, “I had hoped that you and Arthur would be Harry’s guardians, if
anything should happen to James and I, Molly, but Dumbledore insisted on my sister because of
the blood protection she afforded. She’s a miserable, shallow person, I’m sure Harry will be
treated quite shabbily. If you should run into Harry, Molly, please love him like I would have.
Your friend, Lily Potter.”

Molly wept uncontrollably as this passage was read, wished that Dumbledore was still around so
she could berate him for Harry’s painful and loveless life with his relatives in his most formative
years. It was a wonder that poor Harry wasn’t a homicidal maniac or a catatonic toadstool, the
way those muggles had treated him.

When Sirius Black’s will was read, Harry found himself owner of 12 Grimmauld Place, as well
as an estate in Berkshire, a one quarter interest in the Chudley Cannons, stock in several
companies, property in both Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley, plus Sirius’ private vault which also
contained some 5,000,000 Galleons.

Finally, Dumbledore’s will was read and Harry became owner of his Pensieve, Fawkes, should
the Phoenix decide to choose Harry as his next master, several books of notes on Tom Riddle, a
chest full of warm socks, and another 500,000 Galleons.

At the Ministry, Harry easily passed his apparation test and got his license. He settled a number
of ‘fines’ for underage magic dealing with spells he had practiced at the Dursleys’ house in order
keep them away from him and him ending up in Azkaban for turning them into piles of steaming
whale shit at the bottom of the Mariana’s Trench.

His somewhat notorious and ambiguous reputation in the wizarding world kept the aurors away
from him for the most part. When the owls had arrived with their warnings of his ‘violations’ he
simply gave them a treat and turned the letters into paper airplanes which he shot down with
incendio spells, causing yet more owls to arrive.

He had practiced much more and much harder at the Burrow and since there were so many
wizards of age there, the Ministry could not detect when he was the one doing the magic.
Despite their cruel treatment of him and Ginny, most of her brothers were skilled wizards and
Harry learned a lot from them. He also dueled with them and could soon beat any of them, even
Bill.

Arthur Weasley was a surprisingly talented and knowledgeable wizard and a good teacher
despite his somewhat unassuming and timid manner. And Molly Weasley knew every healing
and domestic spell ever created and many more of her own devising.

Still, Arthur was amazed at Harry’s progress, knew that there had to be more to it than just his
natural talent. True, James and Lily were both very talented and powerful, but Harry was now
performing well beyond his years. But, he kept his opinions to himself and continued to train
Harry as well as he could.

So Harry reflected, softly stroking Luna’s hair, “I’m rich, stinking rich in fact! I should go back
to school and outspend Malfoy! Oh, that’s right, the ferret prick has disappeared. Along with
that greasy git, Snape! Well, I’ll fix them when the time comes. Hmm, Grimmauld Place, yes,
I’m going to transfer there. That should give Ginny and me some time alone. The place must
have 25 bedrooms!”

He told Ginny about his plan the next night, she smiled, “Oh, gods, Harry, I hope it works out!
I’m just dying for you! Penny told me you were outrageously good! Gods, Harry, I, I hope I’m
not a disappointment to you after, after all these sexual goddesses you’ve been loving.”

She started weeping, Harry hugged her close and tight, stroked her gorgeous hair and the soft
skin of her bare back, murmured, “You’ll be the finest lover I’ll ever have Ginny because I
LOVE YOU! I love you so, so much! If we could just get by the scream, we could probably
keep it down enough to make love to each other most anywhere! But, I cast a silencing spell last
night, just for fun, and Charlie and Bill had forced the door open within a minute! Luna gave
them hell, even hurled a hot foot hex at Charlie! She got him, too!”

Harry kissed away Ginny’s tears, she smiled again and said, “I’m so glad Luna has made you so
happy, Harry. I really like her, she’s been my best friend for nearly three years. She always
seemed so lonely, I just felt sorry for her, but I soon discovered she was very smart and very,
very talented, magic-wise! She just acts so odd because of her upbringing and, well, her own
tragedies. I mean, seeing your mother die in front of you when you’re nine years old can’t help
but destabilize you somewhat. And, of course, her father with his goofy beliefs! Oh, I never
make fun of them, she’s really very sincere about most of them. You don’t make fun of her, do
you, Harry?”

Harry kissed her, “Never, Ginny. I’ve always tried to be a friend to her. I wish I had been
smarter, I might have been one of her lovers last year!”

She giggled, “Hmm, and just how do you think I would have reacted to that, Harry Potter?! You
might have gotten that kiss in November instead of May!”

Harry announced his intention of moving to 12 Grimmauld Place at breakfast. No one was
happy about it, other than Ginny and Hermione. Hermione was drooling to get at the library
there, it would undoubtedly contain many volumes of important information both about the
Horcruxes and on ways to destroy them and Voldemort, when the time came.

After lunch, Harry was again surrounded by Ginny’s brothers.

George growled, “Very clever, Potter, trying to get Ginny all alone with you in that old dump.
Well, it won’t work, you horny devil, because we’re ALL coming along!”

Harry snapped, “Like hell you are! It was agreed that Hermione, Ron and I, and now Ginny,
would carry out the search by ourselves! So the lot of you can bugger off! It’s my house now, I
can set up wards against you if I want!”

Bill threatened, “Try it, Potter, and Ginny will never leave the Burrow, you can count on that!
You are NOT deflowering our baby sister until she’s of age at the very soonest! Take that blond
bimbo, Luna, with you, but Ginny stays HERE!!”

Harry drew his wand, pointed it at Bill and snarled, “Just watch your mouth, Bill! I would hate
to make Fleur a widow so soon after her marriage! Luna is my friend and NO ONE calls her
names, not in my presence! Got it?!”

Bill was actually scared, Harry’s eyes were gleaming with ferocity.

He gulped, “Alright, Harry, I apologize. I shouldn’t have said that about her. She seems like a
nice enough girl, little dotty though, isn’t she?”

Harry smirked, “That’s one of her most endearing characteristics, Bill, that and her insatiable
appetite for hot, hard sex!”

Luna appeared at this point, took Harry by the arm, smiled and cooed, “Especially with my
handsome, raven haired stud horse here, the one and only and extremely sexy, Harry Potter!”

Ginny was watching the scene from the back stoop with great amusement.

Her brothers gulped and Fred snorted, “You must be crazy, Luna! Harry, sexy? And a good
shag? Since when?”

Luna smiled, “Oh, since he’s been shagging me senseless every other night for the last four
weeks. I’m afraid you and Fred have fallen quite far down in my list of ‘great shags.’ Plus all
the other witches he’s had while he’s been here agree with me!”

Charlie sputtered, “Others?! Like who!?”

Hermione smiled, “Like me, for one!” Ron looked totally aghast!

Penny grinned and added, “Me, too!” Percy’s face fell at least a foot.

Katie Bell chimed in, “And me too, as of tonight!”

Harry stared at the lovely and muscular Katie. She was only a little taller than Ginny but had
very large breasts and a very round, prominent ass, both the result of her constant exercising for
Quidditch. She had a reputation at Hogwarts as one of the most passionate lovers ever to attend
the school.

Charlie flared, “What do you mean, tonight, Katie!? You’re staying with me!”

Katie glared angrily at him, “No, I stay where I want, Charles Weasley! You have no say over
where I sleep or who I sleep with! Harry, would you like me to stay with you tonight?”

Harry was really on the ‘fuck fork’ now. Be a coward in front of the girls or a bloody, slushy
pile of pulped muscle and blood after Charlie finished pounding him to death.

But, he saw agreement in Ginny’s eyes, Hermione’s, Luna’s and Penny’s as well.

He responded, gallantly, “Yes, I would, Katie. But, as you said, you and ONLY you decide
where and with whom you want to sleep.”

Arthur appeared at this point, snapped, “Boys! I’ve warned you about harassing Harry like this!
Charlie, if you touch Harry, I’ll make you return to Romania. If you can’t keep your temper,
you’re no good to the Order! Bill, you have a WIFE now, you have no business trying to boss
your sister around anymore! The rest of you, bugger off, you hear me! Oh, Fred, George, your
mother wants to discuss why you two are on Luna’s ‘great shags’ list with you, as well!” he
concluded with a smirk at the now nervously sweating twins.

Charlie left with a glare at Harry and another at Katie, who simply stuck her pointy, pink tongue
out at him. Harry shuddered slightly, Katie giggled.

Angelina told Fred sharply, “And don’t get any ideas about bossing me around, Fred!”

Alicia added with her own glare, “And that goes for you, too, George!”

Ron held his tongue, he could no more boss Hermione around than he could fly to the moon on
his broom.

So, that evening, Harry got to ‘sample’ the pleasures of Katie’s exquisite, muscular body and
hot, wet, tight womanhood. Harry spent a long time ‘worshiping’ her large, firm, full breasts,
licked and pinched her large, brownish nipples to diamond hardness.

Her womanhood was red and open, her clitoris prominent and sensitive. Harry had her squealing
with delight after only a few minutes at her pearl. Her sexual aroma was driving Harry wild, it
was very potent, much more so than any other of his partners so far. Her ‘flavor’ was different
as well, very sharp and tangy, probably due in some way to all her exercise.

When he finally entered her hot, wet, muscular shaft, Harry sighed with ecstatic pleasure. She
gripped him almost immediately as she shook with an orgasm. Harry whimpered as his cock
was pressed and compacted by the rippling contractions within her muscular vagina as she came.

Harry worked hard, held on to give her four orgasms then screamed with release as she bucked
and arched and his hot, sticky stream filled her passage and her love juices coated his staff and
flowed out to soak the mattress beneath her opening.

As they snuggled afterwards, Katie held him tightly to her magnificent breasts, panted, “Oh,
gods, Harry! Damn, I wish we had been able to fuck that day in the lockers! I would have been
yours for the rest of my time at school! You are one fabulous lover, Harry! One of the best, if
not THE best, I’ve ever had in me! And, well, I’ve had my share, I won’t deny that!”

Harry grinned with exhausted pleasure, “Well, I’d never have guessed, Katie! Gods, you’re
tighter than Hermione and she’s only been shagging a few months she said. You’ve really made
me happy, Katie, and I hope I’ve given you some pleasure as well!”

She kissed him passionately, “More than pleasure, Harry, ecstasy! Erotic release! My pussy is
still throbbing from you being in it! Gods, you’re good!”

Harry smiled widely to himself as Katie nestled into his shoulder to go to sleep.

He thought to himself, “OK, I’ve revenged myself on Charlie now, shagged ‘his’ girl! That’s
three of them, Charlie, Percy and Ron! Hmm, Alicia next? Or maybe Angie? I don’t know, I’m
kind of scared of her!”

Angelina Johnson was a tall, muscular black witch now playing Quidditch professionally with
the Holyhead Harpies. She was lean and strong, Harry had almost come in his jock after seeing
her naked one time in the lockers at Hogwarts. She just smiled at him and continued to put her
uniform on. She reminded Harry of a panther, beautiful, but deadly!

Alicia was between Katie and Angie in height and body. She had rather mousy brown hair to her
shoulders, but Harry’s glimpses of her in the locker room confirmed she had a fine, muscular,
shapely body, a nice solid, round ass, long, strong legs and an enticing brown haired pussy. Her
face was handsome, rather than pretty, but a pair of soft, gray eyes made her just irresistible to
most wizards, including him.

And, while he would give his last Galleon to shag Fleur, something every wizard in the world
wanted to do, Harry knew it wouldn’t happen. It was one thing to shag another guy’s
‘girlfriend,’ quite another to commit adultery with his wife! Harry liked Bill, most of the time,
and certainly had no intention of trying to lure Fleur into his bed. Besides, Bill had been looking
a little pale and rundown since his wedding night.

Bill was pumping furiously into his beautiful, pale, blond wife, grunting and groaning with
pleasure. Fleur’s shapely hips pushed her unique femininity up and down his cock with vigor
and passion.

She moaned, “Oh, Beell, Beell, BEEEEELLLLLLL!! Ah, ma chatte, ma choune! Tringlez,
tringlez-moi FORT! PLUS FORT!! Encore!!”

Bill smiled at his sex enthralled wife, knew he was really pleasing her when she talked dirty to
him in French.

He wondered, though, at times like this if marrying a one-quarter veela was the smartest move
on his part. There was no denying she was the most incredibly passionate sexual partner a
wizard could ever hope for, even dream of! She was certainly the most incredible shag the very
widely experienced Bill Weasley had ever had!

But, that came at a cost, she wanted it almost constantly! Veelas were creatures of fire and
passion, passion normally expressed through sexual activity, quite often to excess.

He fondly remembered their first time together, nearly a year ago now, a few weeks after she
started working at Gringotts. Her beautiful, pale face with its nearly translucent skin, her long,
silky, pale silver hair, her glorious blue eyes that seemed to reach into his and pluck the emotions
out of his heart.

He was surprised, but very pleased when she agreed to go to dinner with him one night.
Walking her back to her flat in Diagon Alley, he had taken the chance and kissed her warm and
deep at her door.

She had blushed, but then looked boldly into his eyes and had said, “Ah, you are too forward,
Monsieur Weasley! But, your kisses ‘ave pleazed me, my lips tingle, my tongue iz ‘ungry for
yours to touch eet again! Anozzer kiss, s’il vous plait?”

Bill gladly kissed her again, then again, and again. His hands, almost of their own free will
began stroking her back, then slipped downwards to her slender, firm cheeks and pull her lithe,
strong body tightly into his hard, strong frame.

She pulled her mouth away from his, looked into his eyes again and gasped, “Eef I give you
what you want, Guillaume, you weell be mine forever! Iz zat what you want? Veelas are
jealous of zeir mates, zey do not want zem to ‘wander.’ But, if you fail to pleaze me, I, I must
zeek releaze elzewhere. Eet iz just ze way we are, Guillaume. You are veree strong, veree
‘andsome, I can feel your exzitement prezzing on me. I am weelling to be yours, Guillaume, but
once I am, zere can be no turning back!”

Bill hadn’t been sure he heard her right. One date, just dinner and a walk, and she was willing to
have sex with him? His cock was rock hard, it was pressing into her abdomen, there was no way
he could stop it.

She opened her door, Bill lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. They were both
hot and desperate for each other, their clothes were quickly shed.

He had kissed and fondled her, was preparing to go down on her when she panted, “No need,
mon amant, no need! I am zo, zo hot, zo, zo wet and ready!! Open me, I want you, I want you
in me, Beell. Pleaze!!”

Bill had positioned himself and pushed his long, generous cock into her as far as he could. She
screamed loudly in pain, shocking him!

He asked, worriedly, “Fleur! What’s wrong!? What did I do?!”

She whimpered, “Guillaume, it, it ‘urts!! It ‘urts me!! Oh, dieux, your, your organ, eet iz zo big!
I, I am only a zimple French virgin! OWWW!! Oh, Beell! OWWWWW!”

Bill almost panicked, pulled out and ran away at that point. She was a VIRGIN!? A witch as
beautiful and sensual as her?! She was nearly 20 years old, it just didn’t seem possible.

He kissed her, stroked her, said gently, “Fleur, Fleur!! I’m sorry, I, I didn’t know! You never
said you were a virgin! I didn’t mean to be so rough, so hard. You, you have to relax, accept me
in your body! I, I love you, Fleur, I love you!”

She had smiled through her tears, “Zat, zat makes me zo ‘appee!! I love you, Beell, je t’aime!
Oh, diuex!! OH, zat, zat iz feeling a leettle better. Softly, gently, mon amant. OWWW! Oh,
yez, yez, like zat, like zat! Oh, yez!!”

She finally overcame the pain, Bill sank to his base into her incredible softness, her seemingly
unending depth, her vagina was like a tube of silk, lubricated with the sweetest, softest gelatin
imaginable, he couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. It was unlike any other female’s,
magical or muggle, his cock had ever penetrated.

She got into the rhythm, her narrow hips pushing her silken vice up and down his throbbing,
pulsating tool. She finally shuddered with a release, Bill had kissed her, sighed, “Yes, oh, gods,
yes, Fleur! I love you, love you! I’ll love you so long and tender and make you cum and cum
and cum! Gods, I love you!”

Bill was never sure how many orgasms she had but he nearly passed out from pleasure when he
finally released his steaming love into the unbelievably sensual and sexual woman beneath him.

She squealed with delight as the warmth spread in her, kicked her legs, pulled him into her as
deeply as possible and groaned, “BEEEELLLLL!! Mon amant, mon amoureux!! Je t’aime, je
t’aime beaucoups, je t’adore maintenant et toujours!! BEEEEELLLLLL!!!”

Bill had fallen exhausted from her once he had finished his release, his body spent of its lust and
passion. His penis was so sensitive after their sex he jumped with pain when she tried to gently
fondle it.

She had hugged him tightly, sighed, “I, I knew you were ze man, I knew eet!! I love you, Beell,
I love you! I am yours, you ‘ave pleazed me zo greatly! I, I weell live wizz you if you want,
marry you if you weesh! But, remember, I, I am a creature of zex and lust, and must be kept
fulfilled. If you cannot do eet, I must find zomeone elze. Eet does not mean I do not love you,
only zat I must ‘ave more! If you understand and accept zis, we can be a couple.”

Bill had readily agreed and worked very, very hard keeping Fleur ‘fulfilled.’ Sometimes when
he returned from his out of town trips, she would confess her ‘sins’ that had driven her to other
men while he was gone. He always forgave her and loved her more passionately than ever.
Finally, he got the permanent position at Gringotts, knew he’d be with her almost all the time in
the future. So, he asked her to marry him and, just like their first night, she surprised him with
her quick and smiling agreement.

So, Bill was pumping Fleur vigorously, she was gasping and panting back at him, shook with
another release and yelled, “NOWWWW!!! Beeeeelllll!! Oh, OUIIIIIIIIII!! Beeeellllll!!”

He grunted and groaned as his hot seed spilled into her seemingly endless passage. Since their
first night and her painful deflowering, she had taken his long, large cock into her with nary a
whimper or shudder. Her unique silky, almost creamy, womanhood seemed bottomless. When
she would mount him, she seemed to literally float up and down on him, her feet barely touching
the mattress.

Bill finally felt his last few spurts dribble into her, she stretched her magnificent body out under
him, sighed, rubbed his back, stroked his hips with her smooth, soft thighs, kissed him and then
looked into his eyes with her remarkable pale blue orbs, “Eet was magnifique! Incroyable! Sans
egal!! OH, Beell, you are zo, zo good to me! And zo good for me! Why do you ‘arass your
zizter zo?”

Bill had to changed his thought pattern quickly. She had somehow gone from gushing praise for
his sexual performance to a cold accusation of him being a chauvinist prat!

He answered, “She’s too young, still too innocent, for, for sex! Especially with someone like
Harry!”

She asked, “And what makes ‘Arree zo spezial?”

“He, he has to eventually fight Voldemort. Ginny could die! I’m just stunned Mom and Dad are
letting her go with him! So, Harry has to concentrate on Voldemort, he has no time for, for
deflowering my baby sister.”

Fleur replied, a little sharply, “Zat iz veree, veree greedy of you, Beell. She iz your zizter, not
your, your toy, your property! Did she ‘ave any zay about all ze weetches you deflowered?
Including moi!?”

Bill looked at her, perplexed, “Don’t be absurd, Fleur. She was only 4 years old when I had my
first shag! Only 5 when I popped my first cherry!”

“Zo?! Deed zese ‘cherries’ ‘ave a brother ‘oo threatened you?! Why were zeir ‘cherries’ zo
much less important to you zan Geenee’s? Do you want ‘ers for yourzelf?”

Bill flushed, “Fleur!! Don’t, don’t say things like that! Me?! Want to, to shag my own sister?
What do you think I am?!”

She answered, coldly, “I am not zhure at ze moment, Beell. ‘Arree may be fazing death and you
would deprive ‘im of, of a chance to know love before zat zimply because eet iz YOUR zizter
zat would give eet to ‘im?”

Bill wasn’t sure how to answer her. True enough, Harry’s chances of survival over the next
couple of years were not all that great. Ginny definitely loved him and Harry swore he loved her
back.

He reflected that he had opened Fleur with no thought that he would ever marry her, but had
fallen hopelessly in love with her afterwards. Harry and Ginny were in love now, or so they
claimed. But Bill just could not believe Harry, only 17, would actually follow through on his
promises to wed Ginny when he returned. If he returned.

He responded, coldly as well, “Yes, I would and I will. He has several other women, apparently,
that are more than happy to share his bed. He doesn’t need Ginny in addition to them, especially
since she’s still a virgin. If he returns, then they can get married and have all the sex they want!
But, just because he’s going in harm’s way is no reason for Ginny to sacrifice her innocence to
him.”

Fleur got up from the bed, snapped, “Zat iz, iz zo zelfish, Beell!! I ‘ad no one to protect my
‘innocence’ from you, zat night you first loved me! I gave myzelf to you, freely and fully and
you accepted me for what I am! Geenee should ‘ave ze zame option!”

Bill shook his head, “She’s only 15, she can’t know what she wants, not as young as she is! You
were almost 20, Fleur, it was very different.”

Fleur flared at him, “Ah, zo Geenee iz stoopeed!? Immature?! Eazily influenced?! Merde,
Guillaume Weasley!! She ‘as been through events zat would ‘ave zent lesser witches to ze
mental ward! She ‘as fought wizz ‘Arree, watched people die wizz ‘Arree! And, and you zink
she cannot make up ‘er own mind as to whezzer or not to, to give ‘er maiden’ood to ze man she
loves!? Merde to you, Beell! I am finding zomewhere elze to sleep!!”

Bill stared in disbelief as his beautiful wife of barely a month walked out and slammed the door
behind her.
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