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Harry and Ginny Confess!	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 36827 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny finished her tale, and Harry realized that his mouth was hanging open. Ginny sat up and smiled at his groin; Harry‘s erection was pushing out the black polyester of his tuxedo pants. He adjusted himself and shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re making that up.”

“No, I’m not.” Ginny’s smile slightly faded. “Why, is it that hard to believe?”

Harry twisted his head around and refused to meet his girlfriend’s stare. He looked at the closet by the doorway. “I don’t know. .it’s just strange, that’s all.”

Ginny folded her arms across her chest. “Why is it so strange? You and my brother had a fling together.”

Harry finally turned to Ginny. He knew his face was red, but what other color could it be on a night of confessions? “It’s strange because, just as you and Hermione shared something that night, you and I consequently shared something, without either of us knowing it.”

Ginny narrowed her gaze. “What?”

Harry dropped his head and exhaled. “Hermione.”

It was at Hogwarts, in June, when we were taking abbreviated versions of the courses we missed due to the war. One warm, bright, Saturday evening, I was sitting against a tall pine tree in the forest, going over some notes. Ron was away for the weekend with his aggrieved family, and I guessed Hermione was in the library. Where else would she be? She and Ron had put a temporary halt to their relationship until after they had finished with their school work, and she undoubtedly was eager to be done with her studies so she could resume her intimacy with Ron. Or she just wanted to be in the library. Both motives were equally plausible.

I flipped over the scroll I was reading, when I heard someone approaching through the bushes. I looked up and was surprised to see Hermione emerge between two trees. She had a pile of books in her arms, which she almost dropped when she noticed me.

“Harry! I didn’t think to find you here.” Hermione pushed some of the hair out of her eyes as she looked at me. With the slanted sun illuminating the side of her face, she appeared heavenly and mysterious at the same time. It was a good look.

“It’s a nice night, so I figured I’d hang out here for a bit.” I said casually.

Hermione strolled over next to me and sat down on the other side of the pine. I heard her plop her books onto the twigs and dry leaves. “I had the same idea. The library’s great and all, but sometimes you need a change of scenery.”

I looked out over the towering green trees above me and listened to the caw of a crow. “Any word from Ron?”

I listened as Hermione took a deep breath. “No. With the extended term, plus his family being in mourning, we haven’t really talked.”

“I guessed as much. I haven’t heard from Ginny for a while either. I figured she’d send me a message when she was ready.” I propped my head back against the bark. A slight breeze ruffled my robes. Hermione picked up a book.

“So you and Ginny are on hold too, then?” She asked.

I turned my head in her direction. I saw something that resembled guilt in her eyes. I didn’t look away.

“I don’t know.”

Hermione nodded and lowered her gaze. I could tell she was twisting something around in her head, giving it a shape that suited her. “Ron told me what happened after he destroyed Tom Riddle’s locket.” She again looked at me. Her eyes this time were enlarged with something serious and beautiful. “You don’t really love me as a sister, do you?” She asked. Her question was childish, indecent, almost accusatory. I thought I understood then what she was asking, what she was wanting, but I wouldn’t allow myself to believe it. “I don’t know.” I repeated. Hermione swallowed, put her book down, and stood up.

“You know, there’s a pool just past these trees. It looked rather inviting. If it’s okay with you, I might take a quick dip.”

Before I could reply, Hermione unfastened her robes and let them drop to her sandals. The sun gilded her naked body as if she were a statue. I had never seen Hermione nude before. The sight was very tempting. I must have smiled at her, because she rolled her eyes teasingly and walked past the pine trees. When she had disappeared completely, I stood up. I was amazed at how swiftly the events of one evening could transform into something unexpected and spectacular.

I undid my own robes and pushed them off and away from my swollen penis. At that moment I didn’t care what happened to my books, my robes, my wand, or (forgive me, Ginny) my honor. Hermione had walked into the forest, and I was going to hunt her. I thought I could smell her on the needles of the shadowy trees. I pursued my prize.

Just past the pines I saw the pool. It was large and filled with rippling, dark water. The fading rays of the sun were slim and scarce over the clouded surface. Hermione was neck-deep in the center, her long, brown hair hanging flat, wet, and straight down her neck. She turned and saw me at the edge. I watched her stride towards me, her glistening breasts popping up over the water as she touched the shallow bottom. When she smiled, I took off my glasses and put them on a dry mound of dirt. I walked into the water, and was pleased that the sand on the bottom was smooth. The temperature of the pool was surprisingly mild, as if nature had drawn for us a magical bath. I waded out to Hermione and threw my arms around her neck. Without words, probably without much thought, we kissed each other. With all that we had been through, I never expected to know the feel of her lips. I didn’t consider if touching them was wrong or right. I only considered the comfort they provided me.

Hermione broke off and placed her forehead against mine. When she spoke, I watched as flecks of water fell from her mouth.

“Promise me you won’t think of me as a sister tonight.” She demanded. I pushed my hands down her slick, slender back. I loved how she was cupping my head in her palms, like a raft in an endless ocean.

“I won’t, as long as you don’t think of me as a brother.” I answered. She looked at me slyly and again pressed her lips to mine. We lashed our tongues against each other. Our kissing was frenzied and impulsive; we both understood that the pool belonged to us, even as the next night, it wouldn’t.

I guided my hands down her back until they were flat against her ass under the water. She hummed approvingly into my mouth and lifted her leg until it was rubbing against the outside of my thigh. After my cock brushed against her, she reached down and grabbed it. I moaned into her mouth and she looked past me desperately.

“Let’s go over to that log.” She suggested. I turned around and saw a large, black, vertical piece of wood sticking up close to the rim of the pool. When we got to it, we observed there was a wide indentation just above the surface, good for sitting against. There were even two knobby branches on either side, as if nature had thought to provide handholds. Hermione sat against the wood, shifted herself into a tolerable position, and closed her eyes. The last rays of the sun lighted up the droplets on her skin like diamonds. I grasped her legs with my hands.

“Are you comfortable?” I asked softly.

Hermione nodded and smiled. “As comfortable as I’m going to get on this thing.”

I released her legs. “We don’t have to do this if. .”

“It’s fine, Harry, it’s okay.” Hermione opened her eyes and stared at my dripping chest and shoulders. She spread her thighs, and I glanced down at her pussy; it was fiery pink, almost red, with bulging, fleshy lips. I wanted to lick it, but Hermione was not in the mood for foreplay. She reached out and again took me in her hand.

“I want you to fuck me.” She whispered into the air above the pool. My heart began racing. I knew she wasn’t going to hold back for me, and I wasn’t going to hold back for her. I leaned into her and let her guide my shaft into her cunt. As I entered her, I watched her eyes grow wide and her mouth fall open. She took hold of the branches by her sides. “Just start out easy, okay?” She asked. I nodded.

I stood up on my toes and latched onto her wrists, just as a cool breeze hit my wet body. I stared down at her white neck and breasts. Slowly, I eased my dick back and forth inside her pussy. She gasped and shut her eyes. I thrust into her with more force, and when she didn’t object, I started to fuck her in earnest. The log she was positioned on wobbled, and the pool all around us was churned up. She cried out loudly, the sound of her elation ricocheting off the trees around and above us, and I continued to ram into her with my cock. I focused on her shaking tits and the water lapping against our stomachs. I wasn’t really getting the friction I needed to come, but I didn’t care; for the time being, Hermione was the focus, the center of pleasure. The magic of our moment would begin with her.

After a minute, the muscles on her neck tensed, and she searched my eyes out with her own. “Make me come, Harry, make me come!” She breathed ferociously. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and before another minute passed, Hermione reached out and clenched my waist. She shouted and then relaxed. I bent into her and kissed her cheek, mouth, and eyes. Her features were lovely, but my appreciation for them was lacking; I wanted a more erotic view of her body.

“Hermione, turn around and bend over the log.” I instructed. After I backed up a step, Hermione stood up in the water and turned around. Her waist was narrow, but her ass was smooth and round. I walked behind her and nudged my cock into her mound, where I again knew the warmness of her flesh. I caressed her hips and pushed my prick all the way up into her snatch. When her back arched, I resumed fucking her.

This time I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for a great length of time; the newly applied pressure on my dick, in conjunction with the rippling of her ass as I banged into it, was hurling me to the brink. Hermione again howled perversely into the evening. I decided to answer her.

“Are you coming again, Hermione?” I asked fiercely. Hermione attempted to catch her breath.

“Yes! I’m coming! Fuck!”

Once more I felt the tightness ooze from her muscles, and I pulled out. Hermione spun around and took up her position on the log. I walked into her, and she grabbed my cock. She looked at my face for a second, and she must have been satisfied with what she saw, for she pushed the head of my dick into her mouth. I stretched my neck back and gasped.

I fondled her heavy hair as she rolled her tongue around my head. I enjoyed the playful wetness of her mouth, but I was on the verge of exploding, and I didn’t want to slip from my ledge. I looked down at her.

“Hermione, finish me off with your hand. I want to come on your tits.”

Hermione pulled my cock away from her face and clasped it tightly in her fist. Without hesitating, she began beating me off. She vigilantly focused on my dick as she violently jerked it, waiting for the precise instant of my ejaculation. The force and rhythm of her strokes were perfect, and I felt the surge build in my loins. I rocked my hips and shouted.

“Fuck!”

Hermione angled my cock downward and watched my load shoot onto her tits. When I was spent, she smacked my prick against her chest, and then released me. She smeared my cum into her nipples, and I squatted down level with her and kissed her face. A gust of wind blew through the leaves, causing us both to shiver. I held her against me, allowing what warmth I had in my body to envelop her.

“Are you going to be okay after this?” I asked awkwardly. I wasn’t even sure what I meant, but Hermione wasn’t confused.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Harry. Like I said, sometimes you need a change of scenery.” Hermione kissed my neck and stayed close to me as the sun disappeared completely below the forest.
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