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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 woke up to his wand making a high pitched beeping. He sat bolt upright, turning off his alarm. It was midnight; time to see Ginny. They had been doing this for a few weeks now... sneaking out late at night to see each other. Harry looked over to Ron’s bunk to ensure that he was still asleep and was immediately overcome by a heavy sense of guilt. Ron was his best mate, and he was hiding a big... or rather, the biggest part of his life from him. Nonetheless, if he told Ron what Ginny meant to him at this point, his “best mate” would murder him in an instant... and giving Ginny up was no longer an option. This was no longer just an infatuation. He was in love with her. However, unless they wanted to sneak around for the rest of their lives, something had to give... he had to tell Ron... but how could he even bring the subject up? It’s not like he could just walk up to him in the great hall and say “Oh, hey Ron, how’s that potions essay going? Oh, and by the way, I love your little sister, which I can say with utter certainty because we’ve been sneaking around behind your back for the last month or so, doing things that you most certainly would not approve of.” ... Yeah, that would go over real great.

Harry at the clock: twelve fifteen. Damn. He was late. Harry silently slipped out of bed and put on his robe and slippers, then snuck out the door and down the stairs to the common room, where he saw a fan of red hair poured over the back of a love seat that was facing the dimming fire. Almost at once, Harry forgot all of his worries about Ron. Being with Ginny was so... right. All Ron would have to do was look at them to see that, and then he couldn’t say anything about it. Smiling to himself, Harry went over to the love seat and stood behind her.

“Hello beautiful” he whispered while reaching out to touch her hair. Before he could bury his hands in her red locks however, Ginny whipped her head around and looked up at him with the most beautiful expression of pure happiness that it took his breath away, which almost immediately disappeared, being replaced with one of mock accusation. “You’re late” she said in a very poor attempt at pretending to be serious... he could see the laughter in her eyes. Harry smiled and hopped over the back of the love seat, plopping himself down beside her, put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, leaning down to whisper in her ear “then let’s not waste more time talking about it.” This made her giggle. Harry loved how he could make her laugh so easily... he loved the sound of her laughter. Ginny reached up and kissed him gently, making his head spin. As their kiss lengthened and deepened, Harry felt himself moving closer and closer to the edge of arousal despite the fact that anyone could walk down the stairs at anytime...

Apparently feeling the same way, Ginny broke the kiss before any of that could happen. A couple blissful minutes followed in which they did nothing but watch the fire crackle, Ginny leaning into Harry, who still had his arm around her. Once he had calmed a bit, and the room stopped spinning around him, Harry spun Ginny around so that her back was against the cushions on the opposite end of the love seat and her legs were across his own. Harry then angled himself so that he was facing her a bit more, and they fell in to their typical nightly conversation about how their day had gone and homework. Ginny would always be completely open, sharing everything about her day, and Harry hated that he had to be less open with her in return. He avoided talking about Ron like the plague, scared to death that even mentioning her brother would snap Ginny out of their little dream world, and back into reality, where Ron was very real and would be very angry if he knew about their relationship. He was terrified that she’d end it. He couldn’t lose her. So, he omitted everything that involved Ron, which, let’s face it, was most of everything that he did.

After they’d talked about their days, Harry leaned in closer and took Ginny’s hands. “Gin, I think I know where we can go to... to uh, well to make love together, uh... that is, if you still want to...”

“Harry, of course I want to, I was the one who brought it up in the first place, and it’s practically all I think about...”

“I know, I know, me too! It’s just that I was trying to think where it would be romantic enough for our first time you know? Somewhere where we wouldn’t be interrupted, and the only place that I can think of is the room of requirement, if we require a bedroom...”

Ginny was shaking her head.

“That was my first thought too, but don’t the teachers have a spell on that room so that no students can use it as somewhere to... be alone together without them knowing?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s mostly there for intimidation factor. I did some research on it... well, actually I got Hermione to find me books with information about the room of requirement in them so that I could do some research, and I figured out that the room of requirement will always do what you require!” Ginny looked at him blankly.

“Yes, Harry, hence the name “room of REQUIREMENT””.

“Well, yeah, I know, but Ginny think about it! The exact phrasing of “Hogwarts: a History” was something like “the room of requirement will always provide what the current tenant requires. Regardless of any other charms or spells cast, the requirement will be fulfilled.” So, if we require somewhere to go to be alone together where no one else will know about or find out about our activities...”

“It will override the notification spell! Harry that’s brilliant! ... That is, if it works...”

“Ginny, I don’t know about you, but at this point, I’m willing to take the risk of it not working.” Ginny looked at him for a while, then nodded and leaned in to kiss him.

“Me too.” She mumbled against his lips.

They then agreed to meet again the next night to go to the room of requirement, and after a few more minutes of kissing and cuddling, they made their way upstairs to their dormitories.

Once Harry was back in his bed, he once again pulled the curtains around his bed and cast a silencing charm before shedding his pyjama bottoms and boxers and laying back to think of Ginny and jerk off. Harry closed his eyes and began to stroke himself slowly, giving in to the jolts of pleasure that shot through his body. He thought of her... laying on a huge bed, completely naked while leisurely caressing herself. She kneaded her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, then moved down her stomach towards her glistening pussy and slipped two fingers in...

Harry gasped as he started twisting his fist around the head of his dick, imagining that he was there, in the room with Ginny; pleasuring himself while she did the same. He squeezed the base of his cock, forcing all of the blood to the head, then wandered back up to the now engorged head, making his member tremble... in his mind, Ginny was now worshiping her engorged clit, making slow circles around it, then flicking it gently...mmm, she was so beautiful...

Harry increased the speed of his strokes as his hips started thrusting into the air unintentionally. He could feel each vein in his dick, and imagined Ginny leaning over and tracing each one with her finger tip... then her tongue... Harry groaned, he was so hard! He needed release. Release from this incredible passion and lust that he’d been feeling for her for so long now... the passion that was soon to be consummated...Harry moaned again. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. He needed to come. Harry stroked rapidly now, listening to his quickened breathing, imagining that his hand was hers; that she was the one stroking him, that she was the cause of the beautiful friction that was leading him swiftly to orgasm...

Harry imagined pushing Ginny back onto the bed, spreading her legs and positioning his member between her slick lips. He imagined entering her, slowly. He imagined feeling her tight pussy wrapped around him, her velvet walls grasping and squeezing his turgid member... He couldn’t stand it anymore. His hand was moving feverishly, frantically up and down his shaft. He could feel the incredible pressure building in his balls, and his cock starting to quiver, then contract. His entire body started to clench as he tried to hold back for a moment longer... he wasn’t ready to give up his fantasy just yet... But there was no stopping it now; his hips were alternately bucking and grinding into the mattress, and he knew that he had to let go. His body jerked, hard, and he felt his cock quiver. Then, it felt as if the little points of pleasure that he had been building inside all burst at once, creating rolling waves of intense contractions in his body, each one spreading down his shaft, causing him to squirt some of his seed.

As he felt his orgasm die down, Harry slowed his caresses and his breathing started to return to normal. His cock was still twitching a bit in his hand, but it was slowly going limp. Harry smiled to himself; even when she wasn’t with him, Ginny could give him pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt before.
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