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My Best Mate's Sister	By : lumiere Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 58092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry was startled out of his peaceful slumber by a furious pounding on the door. He sat bolt upright just in time to see Ron fall out of the bunk bed above him. He couldn’t help but laugh as Ron glared at him. Harry reached for his glasses on the nightstand and checked his watch. 8:45 am... they were supposed to leave for the train station at 9. This would explain the knocking. They were late again; not exactly an uncommon occurrence at the Burrow, yet Mrs. Weasley always seemed to freak out.

“We’d better get going Ron; we’re going to be late.”
“Yeah, what else is new?” Ron mumbled sleepily as he got up, rubbing the arm on which he’d fallen. They quickly got changed, shoved all of their belongings into their trunks, and went downstairs to breakfast. Apparently they weren’t the only ones running late however, for when they got to the kitchen, there was only one person at the table. Ginny. She looked up at the sound of their footsteps and smiled that breathtaking smile of hers, looked straight into his eyes, and said “’morning Harry...Ron.” Even as she said her brother’s name her eyes never left his. Harry stood rooted to the spot, staring at the girl who’d started out as nothing but his best friend’s little sister, but who had slowly grown to be the centre of his universe.

“Harry?” His gaze snapped from her to her big brother, who was already seated at the table, helping himself to a generous portion of scrambled eggs, and who was staring at him like he’d gone completely mental. “Whatcha doin’ mate?” Harry started towards the table, keeping his gaze fixed on the eggs. “Nothing, sorry I...I’m still asleep I guess...off in space.” Harry took his seat at the table, beside Ron and across from Ginny, and began the small hell that was breakfast. Eventually the other members of the family (including Hermione) joined them, and soon the whole room was filled with talk and laughter. But Harry couldn’t really hear the conversation, nor could he speak or even eat really. The only thing that his brain seemed capable of focusing on at the moment was the red head across the table from him...he didn’t look at her of course...what if Ron saw?...no, he never looked up, but NOT looking at her only made it worse. The lack of visual stimulation was making his imagination work overtime...Out of the corner of his eye he saw her move. He looked up and saw her reaching across the table. What was she doing? Was she going to take his hand? Touch his face? his hair? his lips? She couldn’t do this! Not here! Not with her entire family seated around them! Not with Ron seated beside HIM...Harry stopped his frenzied ruminations when he saw Ginny harmlessly take a scone from the tray in front of him, and put it on her plate.

Jesus. This had to stop. Harry couldn’t keep having a bloody heart attack every time Ginny decided to indulge in a goddamn scone! He hated this. He hated how he couldn’t tell his best friend how much this girl affected him...because she happens to be his little sister. He hated how his mind began racing every time she moved. He hated how his heart flipped in his chest every time she smiled. He hated how his body reacted every time she walked into the room. But most of all, he hated that at this very moment he couldn’t push everything off of the table, pick her up, lay her down on it, climb on top of her and...

“Harry?” He looked up to see the entire table staring at him. He could feel himself going red. “Ummm....yeah?” Hermione glowered at him. “I was asking if you would be alright on the train by yourself this year.”
“Umm... yeah, sure...only...why exactly will I be alone on the train?” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Ron and I are prefects this year, remember? We’ll be in the prefect’s compartment when we’re not patrolling the corridors.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah, well that’s fine! I’ll be fine! Yeah, don’t worry about me, I’ll just, uh, you know...I’ll just sit with...”

“Me.” Harry’s head whipped around to see Ginny smiling sweetly at him, her face a mask of cool indifference. She was good at this. Looking at her, no one would be able to tell that just a couple of days ago she had had her hand down his pants in a back alley... “Harry can sit with me, Neville and Luna!” Damn it. He was hoping that he would have her to himself...sitting across from her for hours, but not being able to touch her would be torture. But what choice did he have? He cleared his throat nervously.

“Yeah, sure...that sounds good!” His voice sounded weak. “Uh, thanks Ginny!” She beamed at him. Damn, why did his heart have to flip like that?

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Well, the good news is, Harry didn’t have to worry about sitting across from Ginny for hours. The bad news is that that’s because she decided to sit right beside him instead; so close that her thigh and arm touched his, so close that every time she moved he would jump a mile, so close that when she laughed, he could feel her vibrations, so close that when she tossed her head, her ling red hair would tickle his arm, so close that all he’d have to do to kiss her would be to bury one hand in that hair and move his head a couple of inches...in short, she was driving him completely insane.

Harry had been going on like this for about an hour now; Ginny (seemingly unaffected by this closeness) laughing and talking with Neville and Luna while Harry just sat there, staring out the window and trying desperately to come up with an excuse to pull her into his lap (which hadn’t really been going too well thus far), when Ginny suddenly shifted. She crossed her legs, so that she was now leaning in towards Harry, and with the one leg still against his, had now managed to get the other one into a position for her foot to stroke his calf. At the same time, her hand moved from on her own leg to his, and she was now tracing circles with her index finger in his upper left thigh, extremely close to his...Harry felt his groin tighten. He turned from the window to see if Neville or Luna had noticed, but they were still talking about Nargles. Harry looked at Ginny, her facial expression hadn’t really changed, and her pose looked so natural- like she was just relaxing against her friend. No wonder Neville and Luna hadn’t noticed anything; there was nothing to notice!

Harry mentally scolded himself for getting aroused so easily, and turned back to the window to begin the task of passing the message on to his groin. Then Ginny’s hand moved up. Harry stifled a gasp as he felt himself start to harden again. He looked back at her and saw a small, knowing smile play at her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Now what? How did he get rid of Neville and Luna? Whatever it was, it had to happen fast! He couldn’t take much more before the bulge in his pants grew too noticeable, but what could he do? He tried to think coherently, but he was getting too hard...he looked over at Ginny for help, but she didn’t show any sign of moving...or stopping... At this point, there was only one thing that he could do; excuse himself quickly and take care of it himself. He stood up quickly, and spun around to look into the overhead compartment. He managed to get across that he was hungry and was going to look for the trolley to buy some pumpkin pasties as he grabbed his invisibility cloak, then he stumbled out of the compartment. As he reached that hall, however, he heard Ginny say “Ooh! that sounds good, do you mind if I come?”

“Of course not” He heard himself say. It looks like he would have some help taking care of it! He started down the corridor towards the bathroom at the end of the car, Ginny hot on his heels. He stopped about halfway down the hall in between compartments where no one could see him, pulled Ginny towards him, and threw the cloak over them both. He then drew her into his arms, leaned down and kissed her with the passion that he’d been trying to hide all morning. Ginny responded with a fervour that surprised him, knocking him back into the wall. The compartment door beside them opened and a small first year stuck his head out to see what the noise was. Harry and Ginny held perfectly still, and when the first year was gone, Harry silently turned Ginny around and led her down the rest of the corridor, and into the tiny train washroom.

There, Harry ripped off the invisibility cloak, threw it on the floor, lifted Ginny up, sat her on the counter, and then proceeded to just stand there staring at her. She looked back at him for a couple seconds, then looked away and giggled “What are you looking at me like that for?” she asked. Harry hesitated a moment then decided that the best thing to do was to tell her the truth. “I think I’m falling in love with you” he whispered, not managing to fully find his voice. She looked back at him, and grinned, making his stomach do back flips. “Well...I’m glad I’m not the only one falling then.” Now it was his turn to grin. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled herself off of the counter, so she was standing as close to him as possible in the tiny washroom, then she met his lips in the sweetest, most hypnotizing kiss that Harry had ever experienced. He felt like he was flying, but there was no broom beneath him, just air, like he was a feather floating on the breeze... Ginny broke the kiss with another giggle. “What?” he breathed. “Nothing, it’s just, well you’re getting closer and I just felt something against my stomach that needs some attention...” Harry looked down to see the bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach. “Oh, yeah, well whose fault is that?”

Ginny giggled again and reached down between them to undo his pants. As they slid down his legs, Ginny spun them around so that they had switched places. She then pulled down his underwear, allowing his member to spring free and stand at full attention. Ginny smiled playfully up at him and said quietly “get up on the counter.” He did as she said, sitting on the small ledge beside the sink. Ginny finished removing his pants and underwear, freeing his feet, then opened his legs and stepped between them, reaching up to give him a kiss. As she explored his mouth with her tongue, her hand found its way back down to where his growing erection was now streaming precum, and began to gently massage his balls. Harry let out a sigh of relief as she started to move slowly from his balls to the base of his shaft. When she got there, she started lightly tracing a spiral all the way up the shaft from base to tip, then all the way back down again, driving him wild for more contact. As if reading his mind, she grasped his shaft firmly, and gave it a little squeeze before starting to stroke. Harry threw his head back and moaned. Finally. Ginny found the perfect rhythm, and soon her mouth joined her hands, creating an unbearable combination of strokes and licks that soon had Harry about to come. “Gin..I...I’m gonna...”.

“I know. Let go Harry.” So he did. He let streams of his hot sticky cum go right into her mouth. He came for what felt like forever, and Ginny swallowed it all. When he was finally done, Ginny slid her own pants off and, wearing just her underwear, climbed onto Harry’s lap, straddling him. Ginny then slowly began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her cotton-covered pussy up and down his now flaccid member, while taking his mouth in a violent kiss. She continued riding him and kissing him like that until Harry felt himself start to harden again. It was so easy to lose himself in her sweet, tender embraces! He felt his mind start to fog over, and the world start to disappear. All that mattered was her.

Harry’s foggy mind was brought sharply back to the present when the door to their bathroom rattled. Ginny froze, and looked over at the door. Someone spoke “Uh, excuse me but is someone in there? There’s a bit of a line up out here.” SHIT. It was Ron. Ginny leaped off of Harry’s lap, and threw her pants back on while Harry did the same with his own, albeit with much difficulty considering the bathroom was so small he may as well have been on top of Ginny. Once Ginny had her pants on, she knelt to the floor and started to feel around on the floor for the invisibility cloak. There was another knock at the door. Harry started to panic. What if Ron unlocked the door with magic and walked in on them? Ginny found the cloak and threw it over herself. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, quickly glanced in the mirror, fixed his hair, and opened the door.

“Hey Ron!” Damn it. His voice sounded too weird, like he was trying too hard to sound normal. “Sorry ‘bout the line thing, I uh, I really had to go...”.
“Uh yeah, Harry, no problem.” They started walking down the hall, Harry all too aware of a certain adorable, invisible red head trailing him. “You haven’t seen my sister anywhere have you?”
“What? No! What? Why would I have seen your sister?” Shit. Too fast, and way too desperate. Ron was looking at him like he’d gone bonkers.
“Well, she WAS sitting in your compartment, and according to Neville and Luna she left with you.”
“Oh, yeah, well I uh... I left her with the trolley to uh... you know to visit the washroom”. Ron seemed satisfied with that.
“K, well whatever. She’s probably with some new boy that I’ll need to beat up.” Harry cringed inwardly. “It doesn’t really matter, but if you see her could you give her this?” Ron held up a sandwich. “Mum accidentally gave me hers too.” They stopped in front of their compartment. Harry glanced in and saw that Luna wasn’t there, and that Neville was sound asleep against the window.
“Yeah, Ron no problem!” Harry took the sandwich, opened the door to the compartment, and slipped inside after the still invisible Ginny, as his best friend continued down the hall to the prefect’s cabin.
“God damn that was close!” Ginny said as she ripped off the cloak.

It WAS close. Too close. Harry would tell Ron about this. He had to. Once they got back to Hogwarts, Harry would sit him down and tell him.
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