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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 70006 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 9 – Happy Retirement

AN

Here it is, the final chapter of GW-PS. I have to say, I’m delighted at how well my first post on this site has been received. Thanks to everyone who read this story and particularly if you left a review. Special thanks must go to saxman66 for all the encouragement.

I’m seriously thinking of writing a follow-up to this, covering what happens to Ginny after the story ends, although I suspect my next post on here will be a RWBY story because, let's face it, Glenda Goodwitch is hot!

Laters!

“I think I’m becoming a sex addict,” Ginny announced glumly.

Lucy tore her eyes from the television and looked at her friend.

“What makes you say that? I mean, I know we get fucked on a regular basis for a living but you’ve never seemed that hung up about it.”

“It’s just that I seem to be spiralling into doing more and more extreme scenes,” she explained, “and normal stuff, you know, just getting fucked while a whole film crew watch, just bores me now.”

“Hmm, it doesn’t sound like you’re turning into an addict to me,” Lucy replied, switching off the TV and turned to look at her friend. “It sounds to me that you’re just getting bored with doing porn and are desperately just trying new things to keep your interest levels up.”

“You think? I’m not so sure. I mean, just a couple of days ago I had sex with five men at once. Five men! That’s not normal, Lucy.”

“No, it’s not, but we don’t do a normal job, do we? Tell me, if you hadn’t received a nice, fat paycheque for getting gangbanged, would you have ever considered doing it?”

“Well… I guess not,” she admitted.

“Of course not. I mean, there are women out there who would do it just for the thrill of it, but they are few and far between. Most blokes would never do it, either. Oh, they might brag and preen, but very few of them would ever consider having sex with another bloke in the room. Didn’t you tell me that Dan put together the group that did you especially? Nah, I just see you following your plan of making as much money as possible before getting out, and I still think that’s the best thing you can do.”

“What about you?” Ginny asked suddenly. “You haven’t worked all week. I thought Sam said that following that scene we did together she had found loads of well-paying stuff for you.”

“I… didn’t fancy any of it.”

“What? Seriously, there was nothing you fancied doing? You told me you were losing interest because of the lack of variety you were being offered. What was the problem with the scenes you were being offered?”

“Well, maybe it wasn’t the scenes, as such,” Lucy began hesitantly. “I just think that I got fed up doing this a long time ago and I am really struggling to feel enthusiastic about doing any of it.”

“But… what will you do for money? I know you said you had some savings, but you can’t just rely on them, can you?”

“Actually, there was something I was going to talk to you about…” Lucy began, but a loud knock on the door stopped her.

“Who is that?” Ginny demanded irritably. “It better not be Sam wanting me to do some urgent job for her. I said I was taking the rest of the week off.”

“Yeah, but when has Sam ever listened?” Lucy snorted.

Ginny clambered to her feet and stomped over to the door before flinging it open, expecting to see her buxom manager standing there. Instead, she found herself staring into a pair of brilliant green eyes.

“Hello, Ginny.”

Letting out a startled gasp, Ginny recoiled back from the door in shock. If she hadn’t been staring right at his face, she might not have recognised him as he’d changed so much. He was taller than she remembered and broader of shoulder. He’d also grown a neatly-trimmed beard and let his hair grow, although it was currently tied back into a top-knot. His glasses were different, too, and much more stylish.

“Jenny? What’s the matter? Who is it?” she heard Lucy demand.

“Can I come in?” Harry asked softly.

Unable to speak, Ginny just nodded and stepped back to allow him to come in. Harry entered the flat and shut the door behind him. He smiled at her.

“You’re looking really good, Ginny,” he told her.

“Jenny?” Lucy called out insistently.

“How did you find me?” Ginny blurted, suddenly finding her voice. “Oh, God, did my parents send you?”

Lucy was instantly on her feet and came and stood supportively behind her friend.

“No, I promise your parents don’t know I’m here and neither do your brothers,” he assured her. “As for how I found you, I gained access to police surveillance equipment. A combination of CCTV and facial recognition software, to be exact.”

“That’s an infringement of her basic human rights!” Lucy snapped. “What bloody right have you to do that? Come to that, who the bloody hell are you?”

“Lucy, please,” Ginny begged, willing her friend to be silent. She turned back to Harry who mouthed the word ‘Muggle’ at her. She nodded once. “Lucy, this is my friend Harry Potter. I think I mentioned him to you. Harry, this is Lucy Samwell, my friend and flatmate.”

“Pleased to meet you, Lucy,” Harry said, sounding anything but.

“Whatever,” Lucy replied, although without the venom she had before. “Why are you here?”

“I think that’s between me and Ginny, isn’t it?” he said in a cold voice.

“You don’t frighten me! I know Jenny said you were some sort of spook or something, but you can’t expect just to waltz into here and start throwing your weight around. I can call the police, you know!”

“Lucy, for God’s sake, just cool it, will you?” Ginny pleaded. “Harry would never in a million years do anything to hurt me, okay? Can I just talk to him, please?”

Lucy sniffed. “Okay, but I’m not leaving this room. I’m sure using CCTV to track you down is illegal and if he’s prepared to do that, who knows what he’ll do.”

“If I do decide to do something, I assure you that you won’t be able to stop me,” Harry growled, his temper visibly rising. Lucy actually took a fearful step backward before Ginny stepped between the two. She’d forgotten just how intimidating Harry could be when he wanted to.

“Lucy, please, just sit down on the sofa so I can talk to him. Please. Harry, do you want to sit down at the table? Umm, do you want a cup of tea or anything?”

“Tea would be nice,” he agreed.

With the two of them safely seated on opposite sides of the (admittedly) small room, Ginny hurried into the kitchen to put the kettle on. A few minutes later she emerged from the kitchen clutching a mug which she handed to Harry. He blew on it once before taking a sip.

“You remembered. One sugar,” he noted with a smile.

“Oh, I guess I should have asked,” she admitted. “People’s tastes change over time, don’t they?”

“It’s only been six months since I last saw you,” he pointed out.

“Yet you’ve changed a lot,” she replied. “I barely recognised you. I like the new look, it really suits you.”

“You’re looking pretty bloody good, too. I mean, really great, Not that you didn’t look great before, but still.”

“Why are you here, Harry?” she demanded, wanting to get right to the point.

Harry sighed. “I was furious when I heard about that argument you had with your family. I mean, I had major falling out with them. In fact, I’ve only really been speaking to Ron on a friendly basis for the last couple of months. Hermione’s been having to act as a go-between for months.”

“Yeah, well, it’s would be no great loss, in my opinion,” Ginny spat. “Ron’s treated me like dirt for years.”

“I know and I’ve always told him how stupid he was being,” Harry agreed. “Not that he ever listened. You know your brother, Ginny, he always sees the world in black and white, and when you got sorted into Slytherin…”

“Slytherin? What the hell is that?” Lucy asked.

One glare from Harry was all it took to shut her up.

“You know I never believed any of those rumours about you,” he continued, turning his attention back to her. “I never believed you’d have anything to do with Malfoy and his cronies, either. You always seemed to go out of your way to avoid him…”

“…and yet my stupid family believed the bastard when he told them he was shagging me.”

“Not all your family,” he objected. “Bill never did, and neither did George.”

“Pity George didn’t stand up for me then, wasn’t it? The rest might have believed him.”

Harry looked mournfully at his mug. “Ginny… I’m not sure I should tell you this. I don’t want you to think I’m saying this just because I want you to come back or anything, but George hasn’t been good. Things got… bad.”

“How bad?” she asked, a sudden fear settling in her stomach.

“He tried to kill himself.”

“What?”

“He’s okay now,” Harry told her quickly. “He took a potion, err, I mean poison. Fortunately, both Ron and Percy were keeping an eye on him. He’d only been out of the room for a few minutes before Ron went looking for him and he managed to summon the Healers in time.”

“Oh, God,” Ginny gasped. Fred and George had been the only members of her family that had been supportive of her throughout Hogwarts. In fact, it was the pair of them that sought her out during the final battle with Voldemort and made her hide.

“Don’t worry, he’s much better now,” Harry assured her. “You can thank Angelina for that. Once she heard what happened, she was at his bedside in an instant. Let me tell you, once he was strong enough, she let George know just how bloody stupid he’d been and how ashamed Fred would have been of him. She had him in tears. Mind you, she rarely left his side after that. They’ve moved in together, actually, back in the flat over the shop. Geroge is going to reopen that soon, by the way, with Ron helping.”

“Ha! I always thought Angelina liked George more than Fred. I’m really glad they got together,” Ginny said happily before something occurred to her. “What do you mean, Ron is helping? What happened to his Auror… I mean, his career working with you?”

“I don’t think his heart was ever in it,” Harry revealed. “He helped catch the last of Tom Riddle’s gang and then quit. I think the bad blood between us probably helped him make the decision.”

“I’m glad George is alright, but it doesn’t really answer the question as to what you are doing here and why you’ve been looking for me. Have my parents been trying to find me?”

“No, not really. At least, they haven’t been looking anywhere other than the obvious places,” Harry explained, suggesting to Ginny they thought she’d never left the magical world. “But they’re not the reason I hunted you down. I just really thought that we had… unfinished business.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, back in my sixth year at Hogwarts, I thought we were starting to become close, yeah? That summer when I stayed at The Burrow was just about the best one of my life and you were a big part of that. I just really felt we clicked, you know. In fact, when we returned to school I was determined to ask you out.”

“Then why didn’t you?” she demanded.

“Hermione talked me out of it.”

“Hermione? What the hell has she got to do with it?”

“Don’t be angry with her,” Harry begged. “She just pointed out that if you started dating a Gryffindor you were going to get a ton of shit thrown at you from your housemates. In fact, I would probably have got a lot of grief from my house, too, not that I cared about that. It’s just you’ve always had such a hard time being in Slytherin and I didn’t want to make things worse for you.”

“Oh, Harry, don’t you think that would have been my choice to make?”

“Probably, and I was seriously thinking of trying to corner you when you were alone one day just so I could tell you how I felt but then things started to fall apart. After Dumbledore died… well, I had other things on my mind and I knew I would have to leave soon, anyway. I did try and talk to you before went, do you remember?”

“You mean that time you came to my room and Ron had to stick his nose in?”

“Yeah, I really wanted to explain things to you, but Ron was convinced you’d just run straight to Riddle’s forces and blab everything you’d heard. Bloody idiot.”

“Damn right he is,” Ginny snapped before her expression softened. “Oh, Harry, why didn’t you just tell me that you were interested in me?”

“As I said, I guess there were just too many other things going on. After we defeated Riddle I thought that I’d have plenty of time to talk with you, but Shacklebolt begged for my help rounding up the last remaining Death Eat… err, I mean, the last terrorists, I couldn’t say no. I never in a million years expected to find you gone by the time I got back.”

“Blame my stupid family for that.”

“I did. Shit, I had a major falling out with your folks when I heard. It was only after George got his head together and told his side of the story that they started to understand that most of the stuff that had been said about you was crap. Of course, the damage was done by then, but I do think that your mum has had a major rethink about her attitude. I don’t think she ever really blamed you for Fred’s death, you know. She was just so guilty about not preventing it herself that she just lashed out at you. Get a few drinks in her and she starts sobbing how she lost two of her children, not just Fred, and how it’s all her fault. You dad is really worried about her.

“She brought it upon herself,” Ginny responded although without much conviction.

“Look, Ginny, I’ll cut to the chase, here. I have no idea how you feel about me anymore, or if you’re already in a relationship, or whatever, but I just couldn’t rest until I found you and told you just how I feel,” Harry said. “I’m crazy about you, Ginny. I’ve been miserable without you about. I never realised just how much I love that wicked sense of humour of yours, or your feisty attitude, or just your beautiful face. I want to be with you more than anything. If you don’t feel the same… I promise, I’ll walk through that door and I’ll never say a word to anyone that I found you. But, Ginny, please, just give me a chance.”

Tears started to drip down her cheeks and her body started to shake.

“Oh, Harry. You don’t want me anymore, trust me! Some of the things I’ve done to survive…”

“No!” Harry cut her off. “I’m not interested in any of that. If you did something that you regret, then I’m sure it was only because you didn’t have a choice. I’m not concerned with the past, only the future. If you agree for us to get together, I promise that I’ll never ask about anything that happened since you left.”

“Promise?” she nearly begged.

“I promise.”

“I…I… oh, God. Harry, no, there is no one else and yes, I do still feel the same, but it isn’t that simple,” she moaned. “There’s a million things that I have to think about. I would love for us to be together but… I don’t know. Can I have time to think about it?”

“Of course. I mean, I hope you won’t be keeping me dangling for too long, but sure.”

“Friday, give me until Friday,” Ginny told him.

“That’s fine. Umm, take a look at this,” he said, handing her a piece of paper. She looked at it and her eyes widened.

Harry Potter lives at
12 Grimmauld Place
London

Instantly, Ginny realised that Harry’s house must have been under Fidelius Charm and that he had just included her in the secret.

“I cast the spell after I fell out with your family,” Harry whispered. “None of your family can get in at the moment. You can imagine how pissed off Ron is about that.”

“Thank you,” she told him, handing the paper back.

“Why don’t you come over on Friday evening? I’ll have finished work by then and we can talk.”

“Okay, I’ll come over about eight. Is that okay with you?”

“Great. Well, I guess that’s my cue to leave,” Harry announced, standing up. He looked over at where Lucy was sitting, watching them intently. “It was nice to meet you, Lucy. I’m glad Ginny’s had a good friend looking after her.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Lucy responded.

“It was wonderful to see you again, Ginny, you’re looking great. I’ll look forward to seeing you on Friday,” Harry told her before he slipped out the door, closing it softly behind him.

“So, that was Harry,” Lucy said as soon as he was gone. “Jesus, that was one scary bastard.”

“Really?” Ginny exclaimed in shock. “You think he was scary?”

“Yeah, but I’ll admit he was bloody sexy, too. I can see what you were on about. You know, I thought you’d made up a lot of what you said about him, but now I’ve seen him, I think I believe you!”

“He’s an amazing bloke and you wouldn’t believe some of the things he’s done,” Ginny told her.

“You still love him, don’t you?” Lucy said softly.

Ginny thought about denying it for a second, but just laying her eyes on him had set her heart racing. There was simply no point lying.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, isn’t this your ticket out of porn?” Lucy asked. “I mean, this bloke said he had his own place and I presume he would be able to support you until you get a new job. Surely this is your perfect opportunity!”

“You make it sound like I’d be using him,” Ginny noted. “Besides, I know he said he wouldn’t ask about my past but what happens if he finds out what I’ve been doing? I’d just die of shame.”

“Is he into that sort of stuff?”

“Not that I know of,” Ginny admitted.

“Well, I think it’s pretty unlikely he’ll find out, then,” Lucy told her. “I mean, I know you’ve become very popular in a short space of time, but you’re not exactly a household name, are you? Besides, here in Britain, it’s not like America where porn stars are proper celibrities. Keep your head down and lie to him about what you’ve been up to if you have to. I bet if you change your hairstyle even people who have one of your DVD’s won’t recognise you even if they bump into you in the street. The average bloke just wouldn't expect to see the star of his favourite wank movie walking around Tescos, wouldn't they?”

“I guess not,” she admitted reluctantly.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I’ll go see him on Friday and just talk with him. I’ll see how it goes from there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Lucy agreed.

Ginny nodded, but secretly her stomach was churning. Harry’s confession would have been enough to blow her mind at the best of times, but now, after everything she’d done, it had sent her into meltdown.

Hooking up with Harry would also inevitable mean facing her family at some point, although she wasn’t as worried about that now as she would have been just moments before. In truth, she desperately wanted to see George and find out how he was. She greatly missed her father and Bill, too. Maybe it was time to go back.

But would a relationship with Harry actually work? After she’d got over she girlish crush on him, they’d always enjoyed a friendly relationship. She, too, had felt them growing closer over the time before he’d left on his quest and she would always remember the look he had given her after they reunited after the final battle. There was no doubt that she loved him and, apparently, he felt the same.

Suddenly, a horrible fear hit her. Over the course of the last six months, she’d enjoyed having sex with some of the hottest studs in the British porn business. She knew that she’d come to love sex and she couldn’t imagine having a successful relationship with someone who didn’t excite her in that way. To the best of her knowledge, Harry had previously had one girlfriend whom he had done nothing more than kiss a few times. In short, could Harry give her what she needed in the bedroom?

Feeling disgusted at herself for even thinking along those lines, Ginny slumped down on the sofa. It was Tuesday today. She had a lot of thinking to do before Friday.

Ginny stood outside the door of 12 Grimmauld Place with butterflies in her stomach. Her watch told her that it was very nearly eight o’clock, although truthfully she’d been ready to arrive here hours before. She hadn’t been this nervous since her first porn shoot.

The last few days had been agonising for her as she tried to decide how to handle tonight. A major part of her wanted to throw herself into Harry’s arms and never let go, but a million worries and concerns ate away at her. The major revelation she’d arrived at was that if she was going to do this, she had to do it completely. Her porn career would come to an abrupt halt as there was no way in hell she would ever cheat on Harry even if it was for work.

That, of course, would lead to other problems. The flat came with the job, so she would be forced to move out. Her major concern about that had been abandoning Lucy but that had been dispelled. When questioned, it appeared her friend was serious about giving up porn herself and was considering enrolling in catering college. While Ginny had known that Lucy was a good cook, she’d had no idea that the chestnut-haired girl had harbored designs on doing it professionally.

Even with that problem resolved, there were a lot of things that would need to be discussed with Harry tonight. She’d gone over the forthcoming conversation in her mind a million times, but she still had no clear idea on how it would really go. It was crunch time, she realised.

She knocked on the door and it was nearly immediately opened by an aged House-elf that she remembered from when her family had been forced to stay in the house previously. The hideous little creature was at least a great deal more polite this time and ushered her into the house.

Ginny was immediately impressed. Before Grimmauld Place had been a dark and miserable house but it was clear a lot of work had been done here. The entrance hall was clean, bright, and welcoming. The horrifying portrait of Mrs. Black was gone, replaced with a Muggle-style painting of Harry’s godfather.

“Master Harry is up in the main sitting room,” the elf croaked. “Please be following me.”

With her legs trembling, Ginny followed the elf upstairs and along the landing until they reached a plain, white door. The elf opened it without knocking and gestured for her to enter.

“Ginny!” a familiar voice cried out.

“Hi, Harry,” she greeted him, entering the room. She was pleased to see the rest of the house matched the impeccable standards of the entrance hall.

Harry was dressed simply, as she knew he would be, in a plain blue shirt and jeans. She was dressed in a similar manner, as she’d suspected he wouldn’t appreciate anything too fancy.

“You’re looking great,” he told her, gesturing towards the sofa for her to take a seat.

Smiling, she sat down and Harry took the other end of the sofa, a respectable distance away, she noted.

“You’re looking pretty good, too,” she noted. “I really do like the new look.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I was a bit too recognisable before. Plus, a few people at the Ministry weren’t taking me seriously as they thought I looked like a school kid. The beard makes me look older, I suppose.”

“If anyone thought you looked like a kid before, they were stupid,” Ginny snorted. “More likely the pricks were just jealous of you.”

“Dunno about that,” he laughed. “Err, do you want anything to drink? Have you eaten?”

“Yeah, I ate before I came out. Oh, did you prepare dinner?”

“Well, Kreacher did make something, but no bother. I’ll just have it tomorrow.”

“Haven’t you eaten yet?”

“Truthfully, I had a snack when I first came in, but I’ve been too nervous to eat,” he admitted. “Actually, I’ve been a bit of a wreck for the last couple of days. My Auror team are convinced I’m sickening for something.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she agreed. “I suppose we should talk about us, then.”

“Yeah.”

“I really don’t know where to start,” Ginny began. “I never in a million years thought your feelings for me were that strong. I really wish you’d have said something before I pulled my vanishing act.”

“I thought we had time.”

“I suppose so,” she sighed. “Look, I’m not going to go into detail about what I’ve been up to since I left, but I’ve had to make some hard choices to survive. Once I got out into the Muggle world I’ve found that I couldn’t use magic without some Ministry busybody Apparating in suddenly and I couldn’t get a job without I.D. and a permanent address. I’ve had to do things which many people would find distasteful.”

“I said I didn’t want to know and I stand by that,” Harry insisted. “I’m more interested in the future rather than the past.”

“Okay, but if other people find out about my history it will cause trouble.”

“We’ll deal with that as and when. We can easily make up a story about where you’ve been all this time. You could say you’ve been traveling overseas or something.”

“Actually, that sounds like a good idea,” she admitted, “but that thing is, I’m still up to my neck in things. I admit, returning to the Magical world has been on my mind a lot lately, but if I’m going to make the break I’m going to have to do it fully. No messing around.”

“Okay, I don’t see that as being a problem,” Harry said cautiously, still clearly not fully understanding where she was going with this.

“I mean, Harry, that if we're going to get together, we have to do it properly,” she explained. “If we get together, I’m going to have to quit my job and that also means I’ll have to move out of the flat I’m in.”

“You can move in here,” he told her without hesitation.

She nodded. “Okay, I was hoping you would say that, but it goes further than that. I don’t just want to be like a lodger here. If I move in here then it also means I’ll be sharing the same bedroom as you.”

“Ginny, you mean…”

“It’s all or nothing,” Ginny insisted. “I’m already bloody angry that you’ve had these feelings for me for so long and never said anything. I’m not going to spend the next six months waiting for you to take the next step. If we’re going to do this, then we both have to jump into it feet first.”

“Umm, bloody hell, I mean, yeah! I’m more than willing.”

“Good,” she agreed. “Well, since that’s decided, we are officially a couple.”

“Great!” Harry exclaimed happily.

“And since we’re a couple, why are you sitting all the way over on the other side of the couch?” she asked.

Harry’s eyes bulged for a second, but he quickly scooted over until their legs were touching. Nervously, he reached over and kissed her.

It was a slow and tender kiss, completely unlike the frantic tongue wrestling contests that she was used to. It still sent a shiver down her spine, however. Gently, Harry placed his hand on her waist and deepened the kiss. Ginny wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, relishing the feel of finally being with the man she loved.

Her hands began to wander over Harry's chest as she felt a familiar need building within her. If she was going to commit herself totally to this man, she needed to know that he could satisfy her needs. She hated herself for her selfishness but Ginny knew she was a girl with a high sex drive. As far as she knew, Harry had only kissed one girl in his life and that had ended in disaster. She could probably teach him what he needed to know, as long as she was subtle about it, and as long as he had the right attitude and equipment. She needed to know.

Deciding to take the bull by the horns, she grabbed his right hand and guided it to her breast. She felt Harry stiffen in surprise for a second but he then began to enthusiastically fondle her. Talking control, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Encouragingly, he responded in kind and they were soon passionately battling with each other.

Determined to move things along, she began to unbutton his shirt. Harry didn’t resist and, instead, slipped his hand under her top and continued to play with her tits through her bra. By this point, Ginny had undone all the buttons and she roughly tugged the garment off his shoulders, forcing him to remove his hand from her breast. To make up for this, as soon as his shirt hit the floor she grabbed the hem of her own top and pulled it over her head.

“Oh, Ginny, you’re so beautiful,” Harry gasped.

“Wanna see more?” she challenged.

“Oh, God, yes!”

Slowly and deliberately, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra before letting it fall to the floor. Harry gasped and immediately grasped her breasts with both hands.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Ginny mumbled and he massaged her chest. She placed her hands over his, encouraging him to feel her. Her rock-hard nipples were pressed against the palm of his hands and felt amazing. It still wasn’t enough, though, she wanted more.

Pulling Harry’s hands away from her, Ginny leaned forward and began to fiercely kiss him again. This time, however, she used her free right hand to begin to rub the front of his trousers. She felt a sizable lump already formed there and she began to run her fingers up and down the protuberance.

“Umm, bloody hell, don’t you think things are moving a bit fast?” Harry managed to gasp.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” she counted. “How many years I’ve dreamed of being with you? No, Harry, this is long overdue. If you want me as badly as you say, then this is your chance, ‘cos I want to go all the way.”

“I… I… yes! I want that, too. I was just worried that you weren't ready.”

It was all Ginny could do not to laugh in his face at that comment but she managed to keep a straight face. Instead, she purposefully gripped the zipper on his jeans and pulled it down. Harry gulped but didn’t say anything. He remained quiet as she undid the button and pulled his trousers down, leaving him just wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Desperately, Ginny yanked these down leaving him naked on the couch.

She nearly wept with relief at the sight of Harry’s cock. She’d been terrified that after months of being fucked by well-hung porn actors, he wouldn’t have the equipment needed to satisfy her. While it was true Harry didn’t have a massive dick like some of the men she’d worked with, he was very respectable endowed.

Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and was about to suck it when it occurred to her that she was probably acting a little bit too experienced. Instead, she looked back at Harry who was staring at her open-mouthed.

“I… heard some girls in my dorm talking about doing this back at school,” she told him. “I hope it feels good.”

With her excuse given, Ginny gently wrapped her mouth around the head of Harry’s cock. He groaned out loud as she began to lightly suck it. Not knowing his tolerance and not wanting to embarrass him by making him cum too soon, Ginny took it easy. Her tongue barely brushed his swollen glands her hand moved only very slowly. She felt his hands in her hair, softly running his fingers through it but not making any attempt to force her to go deeper. That, at least, put him above most of the men she’d fucked in her time.

“Ginny… I want to do the same to you,” she heard him gasp. She raised her head and looked at him.

“You want to lick my pussy?” she asked softly.

“Yes, oh, fuck yes!”

Quickly, she stood and hurriedly pulled off her own jeans and knickers before flinging herself onto the couch. Harry was already proving himself more adventurous than she’d been expecting and she was delighted. He quickly positioned himself between her legs and lower his mouth to her expectant pussy.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned as he began. He clearly wasn’t experienced in performing cunnilingus but wasn’t going a bad job if this was his first time. Using her finger, she indicated where she wanted him to lick next. “Just there, Harry, lick me just there.”

Harry’s tongue moved to her clitoris causing her whole body to stiffen. As she was wont to do in times of pleasure, she began to knead her own breasts, tugging on her own nipples to increase her pleasure. Damn, he was doing bloody good! Of course, the real test was about to come.

“Harry, I need you inside me,” she announced urgently. “I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”

He needed no further encouragement. Clambering up the sofa, Harry quickly lined his dick up with her now soaking-wet pussy before he sunk himself into her. Ginny groaned with pleasure before grabbing his hips and pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck me, Harry, please. God, I’ve wanted this for so long!”

“Me, too,” Harry moaned. “Oh, God, your pussy feels so good!”

“Fuck me now!” Ginny nearly screamed at him.

Not wasting any more time, Harry began to thrust his cock into her vigorously. Her hands desperately slid over his naked flesh, trying to make up for all the years when she’d yearned for his touch but was denied. Harry just planted his hands firmly either side of her body as he continued to slam his dick into her.

“Ginny, I… I think we need to change positions,” he gasped after some minutes.

Impressed that he had the sense to alter his position when he was so obviously close to coming, Ginny let go of him, allowing Harry to sit back on the sofa. Immediately, she straddled him, giving him only a few moments of rest before she sank back down, taking his full length into her eager cunt. Harry roughly grabbed an arse cheek in each hand before they started to fuck once more.

As she rode his dick, Ginny maintained eye-contact with Harry. She’d always been mesmerised by those bright, green orbs but now, with his throbbing cock buried deep in her, they seemed to convey all his lust and desire for her. She may have had sex with more talented and experienced men, but none of them could match Harry for the feelings of excitement that he awoke in her. This, she realised, was what sex felt like with someone you actually cared about.

“Ginny… I can’t last much longer,” Harry announced in a strained voice.

“Then don’t!” she cried. “Cum inside me, love. Shoot your load deep into me.”

“Is that… alright?” he gasped.

“Yes! Do it! Cum, Harry, cum in me!”

He managed a couple more wild thrusts into her before he suddenly stiffened and grasped her arse cheeks tightly. With a throaty growl, his back arched as he spilled his seed into her. Ginny just stroked his cheek as he ejaculated, whispering words of encouragement as he poured his love inside her.

“Oh, God,” he moaned and was still.

“It’s always been you,” she mumbled, gently placing soft kisses over his face. “the only boy I’ve ever loved was you.”

“I feel the same,” he agreed whilst trying to get his breathing back under control. “Move in with me, Ginny. Fuck them if your family doesn’t like it, or anyone else for that matter. Come and live with me.”

“Do you promise to do this to me all the time?”

Harry laughed. “It will probably kill me, but hell yes! Trust me, Ginny, we’re going to be doing this as often as possible!”

“Well, if it does polish you off,” she pointed out, “all I can say is, what a way to go!”

They both giggled before Harry kissed her once again. With his rapidly-softening dick still inside her, Ginny understood that she was finally in the place she always should have been. Her career in porn was now over and she wouldn’t miss it for a second.

Seven months later

Ginny stood before the Floo clutching a Firebolt broom in her hands.

“Oh, my God, Harry! I can’t believe I got through to the final selection trials for the Holyhead Harpies. I might actually be offered a contract with them if I do well today.”

“Of course you’ll do well,” Harry assured her. “We’re you the first female player to be picked by the Slytherin Team in god knows how many years?”

“I’m just so nervous,” she admitted.

“You’ll be fine. Trust me, once you get into the air all your nerves will be forgotten. You’ll be brilliant, I know you will.”

“Thanks, Harry,” she replied. “I… I’d better go. Wish me luck.”

“Of course, not that you’ll need it,” he insisted.

They shared a brief kiss before she vanished into the Floo. Harry stood and watched her for a moment, a confident smile on his face. Ginny could do this, he was sure.

Glancing at his watch, Harry saw that he had several hours before he needed to go into work. Deciding to make the most of his time, he headed upstairs and entered the room that once was the bedroom of his beloved godfather, Sirius Black. This was still his favorite room in the whole house and one that Ginny rarely entered out of respect.

Closing the door behind him, Harry surveyed the room. A lost of the furniture was covered by dust sheets to protect them. He walked over to one particular piece and removed the sheet. Revealed was a large screen TV resting on a cabinet with a DVD player underneath. Sirus had always been a genius at getting muggle electrical equipment to work around magic and he had passed his secrets onto his godson. Harry switched both devices on before walking over to a closed closet.

Opening the closet door, he dropped to his knees and carefully removed one of the floorboards. Ever since his days back with his Uncle and Aunt, this had been his favored hiding place for precious items. Back at Privet Drive, this had been much-needed food packages, but here his hidden treasures were rather different in nature.

Reaching in, he pulled out a number of DVDs. He shuffled through them before finding the one he wanted. He placed the other boxes back in there hiding place before he retreated back to the player. Harry removed the disk from the box and inserted it into the machine. He picked up the remote before sitting on Sirius’s old bed. He pressed the play button and sat back in anticipation.

As the screen flickered into life, Harry smiled. The last half-year of his life had been amazing. Life with Ginny had been amazing and her gradual reconciliation with her family had mended his fences with them, too. Needless to say, sharing a bed with the youngest Weasley was a mind-blowing experience and he thanked the heavens for his good fortune every day.

Still, he was surprised that she’d believed the shit he’d come up with about tracking her down by Muggle CCTV. The police would never have devoted their resources to track down a single runaway that hadn’t even been reported missing, not to mention was legally old enough to be on her own, anyway. No, he’d found Ginny by an amazing stroke of luck.

He’d been pursuing the racks of DVDs in his favorite sex shop when he’d caught sight of a familiar face on the cover of one of the boxes. His jaw had dropped and he’d hurriedly purchased the film, eager to see if the actress known as ‘Jenny Johnson’ was really who he thought. When his suspicions had proven correct, he made a point of tracking down all of her other work. To say he’d become an overnight fan was a massive understatement.

From the information on the box cover, he’d firstly tracked down the production company, and then Jenny Johnson’s management. He’d visited the rather fearsome blond woman one afternoon, using Legilimency on her to discover Ginny’s address before he Obliviated her.

“Say, boys, the showers in the woman’s changing area seem to be broken. Would you mind if I came and shared yours?”

Harry grinned wildly at the screen. Since Ginny’s return to the magical world, Harry had done much to hide her past. Using the not-inconsiderable fortunes of the Black and Potter families, he’d bought the distribution company that released all of Ginny’s work. It was now nearly impossible to find any films she appeared in anywhere now. Of course, her status as the girlfriend of the Boy Who Lived attracted a lot of attention and he’d been forced to Obliviate one journalist who was a little bit too interested in where Ginny had been during the time she was supposedly travelling the world, but he had contacts in the press who were happy to warn him if anyone else was getting a bit nosey.

As the on-screen image of Ginny began to strip for the benefit of the five waiting men, Harry unzipped his jeans and pulled out his rapidly-stiffening cock. He’d only been able to watch this film in full twice since he got it and he desperately wanted to watch her getting gangbanged again. Briefly, he considered what he would do if Ginny ever confessed her past to him. If she did, he supposed he would have to admit to the number of girls he’d fucked while she’d been gone. Certainly, he doubted she’d find out any other way. Katie Bell was back with her boyfriend and was eager to keep their fling quiet and he knew Luna would never say anything, either. As for the three Muggle girls, he knew he would ever see them again. Ginny wasn’t the only one with some experience under her belt.

As Harry stroked his now rock-hard dick, he pondered just what a lucky bastard he was. After all, how many blokes could claim to have an ex-porn star as a girlfriend?

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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!