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Harri Potter and the PWP	By : agewel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 14010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harri Potter and the PWP

A/N – This was a plot-bunny that… really got away from me. I don’t usually endorse H/G, either! This is my first shojo-ai, my first lemon, my first H/G, my first PWP, my first AU for my own AU (not yet online as of this story, not even close)… So, please, no vicious flames. Tell me what was wrong, what was right, what you liked, what you hated – just don’t simply flame me. That’s not what I’m here for.

R&R please – I’d like to know how good this is in the grand scheme of all things PWP, considering this came about without my permission or my brain.

Disclaimer – Harry Potter (female incarnation or no) and affiliated universe/characters/ideas all belong to JKR. I make no money from this, it’s just a temporary play-place.

The point in the original fanfiction where the plot bunnies got copulating… literally.

“This, however, is from just me. I realized, after we made the ring, what I could give you that was all mine. And it won’t be difficult to carry around at all; memories usually aren’t.” Ginny explained softly.

Suddenly, Ginny was close enough to lick, if Harri had been so inclined. Shocked into stillness by the sudden intrusion of her personal space, Harri couldn’t make herself move in time to avoid the hand that rose to cradle the back of her head or the one that settled on the small of her back. The next thing she knew, a light, chaste kiss was being administered by her best friend’s sister. Her heart raced, her face flushed, and her breath caught in her throat, as her nerve endings told her in no uncertain terms that now was a good time for her normally recessive hormones to wake up. Warm, moist breath wafted over her face as Ginny pulled away spoke.

“You know, I used to have a huge crush on you.” she whispered huskily, not meeting Harri’s eyes.

“But you seemed to be almost asexual, how you never gushed over any of the cute guys or girls, how you never complained about your raging libido, how nothing and no one seemed to catch your eye. We were, of course, proven wrong that night that you kissed Neville; I thought that maybe you were just one of those quiet heterosexual girls, after all… But, I never stopped crushing, and in fact it only got bigger. And I couldn’t just let you go away, and risk that one or both of us might die in this war, without you knowing how I felt!” she cried out, clutching Harri close and trembling.

The point where my original AU gets turned into an AUx2

It was an emotionally charged moment – and Harri had never been able to deal with those particularly well, anyway. Add to that the fact that, in spite of what Ginny assumed she was very much attracted to this young woman, and her hormones were deciding that now would be a good time to make themselves known… Well, when Ginny started to pull away, satisfied that her gift had been given, her point made, Harri retaliated. With a breathless, “No!” she jerked the redhead close, pressing their bodies together into a bruising kiss. It wasn’t anything she had experience in, but Ginny did, and in this case enthusiasm most then makes up for a lack of experience all the same.

Beneath her rough, needy kiss, Ginny stiffened, and then jerked away, eyes flashing. Her hands fisted angrily in the fabric of Harri’s shirt, and she hissed with a distant glare, “Fred! George! What the hell did you do to my soda?!”

She chewed her lip pensively, seeming to fight with herself. Her eyes found Harri’s waist, and slowly – almost unwillingly – raked upwards until her eyes locked on Harri’s. The hunger in them was fierce, and – Harri suspected, based on what Ginny had said – magically enhanced. Ginny loosened her grip so that she wasn’t painfully clutching Harri, and drew the girl gently but firmly against her body, sealing their lips together with a slow, building kiss.

When they broke apart for air, Ginny shifted gears and kissed Harri repeatedly, tiny sucking noises and gasps filling the gaps between contact, and Harri was lost just trying to keep up. She kissed a tender trail up Harri’s jaw to her ear, where she nibbled the lobe and ran her tongue over the shell of the top of Harri’s ear. Harri tangled her fingers in Ginny’s long hair as a simmering fire began to burn deep in her belly, and as the juncture of her thighs began to throb and ache. Ginny’s hands moved under the back of Harri’s shirt, the skin-against-skin making them both gasp. Slowly, with the sense of a slow-burning, uncontrolled fire, Ginny moved her way back to Harri’s mouth as her talented hands moved higher over Harri’s back, lifting her shirt in the process.

Ginny’s tongue flickered out and brushed over Harri’s mouth, and Harri was mortified to hear a moan escape her parted lips – she’d never been treated like this! Never felt like this – this fire, heat, desperately wild need! She didn’t know what to do, but knew that Ginny would know exactly what was happening and what needed to happen next. She prayed that, whatever it was, Ginny would do it soon.

Oh, Merlin! A choked whimper was all she could manage, when Ginny gently blew on the damp spot her tongue had traced on Harri’s dry lips. She gasped and felt her knees go completely weak. Ginny, skinny as she was, was also much stronger than she looked, and it showed in how she expertly took on Harri’s sudden weight without a flinch. Face still centimeters apart – more than enough to tantalize Harri, without fulfilling the promise – Ginny swept her clean off her feet with a hand behind her knees. It was the work of a moment for the alluring redhead to deposit her on the bed, where she quickly joined Harri, straddling her hips.

Ginny leaned down and gently pulled Harri’s lower lip into her mouth, suckling it. Harri reached up and renewed her grasp in the long red hair at the base of Ginny’s head. The other girl chuckled into their embrace at Harri’s naïve eagerness, releasing her lip with a tiny pop. Her free mouth was quickly and completely claimed, Ginny’s tongue moving confidently between her parted lips to dominate her virgin mouth. All the while, Ginny’s hands were tugging her completely out of her shirt, now, and brushing over the newly-exposed skin. When Ginny cupped her breast through her bra, Harri couldn’t help the scream that slipped from her throat.

“Oh, Merlin! Ginny!”

She stiffened, and stared wide-eyed at Ginny, sure that any second now, Mrs. Weasley would come crashing the door down. Instead, Ginny threw back her head and laughed out loud at the look on Harri’s face. A gentle hand smoothed the lines in her brow as Ginny looked her in the eye, brown eyes still dark and wild with arousal, the Twins’ magic still coursing fully through her veins, “Don’t worry, Harriet. I have Silencing Charms on my room; Mum doesn’t know about them. They help when I and my right hand need some time together: I can never be quiet about it. You’re safe here.”

Her grin took a lecherous turn, her eyes going even darker, “Please. Scream as loud as you want, baby. Let me hear exactly what I do to you.”

The Weasley leaned forward, her hair falling around their faces in a curtain, and whispered directly in Harri’s ear, as her hand freed Harri’s right breast from its cup and tweaked the hardening nipple, “Let me hear you, baby. Please.”

Even if Fred and George hadn’t tampered with her own drink, the things Ginny was able to do to her body was enough to cloud her mind and thoughts. All she knew she wanted was whatever Ginny was giving, and thoughts of ‘too far, too quick’ were faint and few in the face of this fierce arousal that the empowered Ginny was creating inside of her.

“Oh! Ahh, Gin-nny! Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please don- ngh! Ahh! Don’t stop, God, Ginny, oh oh-oh-ahh!” Harri cried out obligingly.

Ginny eyed her, surprised and pleased, “Wow. I’d have never suspected you were so sensitive, baby. You like this?” She proceeded to lean down and suck on the nipple which had gone neglected.

Harri’s entire body shuddered, her eyes rolled back in her head, her hands clutched desperately at the sheet, and her mouth dropped open to loose a long, low moan, “Oh, Merlin, yes--s!”

She continued begging as Ginny’s mouth dragged slowly upwards. She whispered hoarsely against the skin of Harri’s collar bone, “Don’t tell me you’ve come yet, baby?”

Questing fingers slid beneath her skirt and felt the cloth of her knickers, the mouth high above humming in appreciation. They were soaking, the thin fabric no longer much of a barrier anymore, and the touch sent electricity up her spine. She hadn’t come yet, but it was a damn close thing – and she’d never been this hot before, either.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, her hips bucking into the curious touch. She wasn’t usually one to curse so blithely, but all of her sensibilities had long-since left her. She whimpered wordlessly, helpless in Ginny’s talented, motivated hands.

Those fingers left her skin, and she struggled to focus her sight, whining at the loss. What she saw was enough to still the ache in her belly: Ginny’s back was arched, as she pulled her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and so the position – still straddling Harri’s hips – displayed her tiny, firm breasts prominently. Harri’s breath caught in her throat, her back arching slightly in sympathy. She gasped sharply when the ends of Ginny’s hair brushed Harri’s thighs.

Hooded brown eyes caught her gaze, and then Ginny began to honestly tease Harri. She first shifted so that her knees pinned Harri’s hands without question, and then made a show of unhooking the button of her shorts and pulling down the zipper. She raised up on her knees and shimmied her hips and waist as she pulled down her shorts, thrusting her hips slowly and provocatively.

“Why, what’s wrong, baby?” Ginny asked in a voice dripping with naïve innocence, her eyes falsely wide and confused. She thrust her hips in an extra-round arc.

“… Ginny…!” Harri begged with a tinge of desperation in her tone. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips unconsciously, her eyes fixed hungrily, if innocently, on Ginny’s hips.

With a fluid flex of her calves, and another round thrust of her hips, Ginny lifted herself smoothly to the balls of her feet so that she could push the shorts below her knees, and dropped back down to pin Harri’s hands again before the shell-shocked seventeen year old could move them. A wicked grin graced the redhead’s face, and she scooted onto Harri’s thighs so she could reach the button and zipper of her jeans.

“You’ve much too much clothes on for this party, baby. Let me help you with that.” Ginny purred.

A wordless twitch of her finger upward, and Ginny had Harri lifting her hips obligingly. The jeans were quickly shoved down to her thighs, and then Ginny scooted so that she now sat on Harri’s stomach. She made sure to drag her cotton-clad center over Harri’s bare skin on her way to her destination, and then lifted her legs and twisted around so that she faced Harri’s feet – once more cork-screwing her wet center over Harri’s stomach. The result was Harri’s eyes rolling in her head, and crying out with sweetly tortured moans.

“Oh, Merlin, Ginny! A-ahh! Ngh! Uh, unh-!”

Ginny flashed a knowing grin over her freckled shoulder, and then slowly stretched over Harri’s lower body as she pushed the jeans over Harri’s ankles without moving her waist, resulting in a vivid presentation of the soaked cotton of her panties to Harri’s eyes and nose. The rich smell of arousal had Harri’s mouth watering, and she swallowed heavily, panting loudly through an open mouth. She watched hungrily as Ginny began moving, her own limbs paralyzed by an arousal that she didn’t know how to handle.

The redhead lifted herself up to her hands and knees and crawled slowly backwards, until her hips were above Harri’s face. Harri was so focused on the sight of the tight, wet knickers and the smooth, freckled expanses of inner thigh on either side of her head that she didn’t notice that the minx above her had removed her underwear along with her jeans, rendering her completely naked on the bed.

Those hips undulated again, making the white cotton move in tantalizing circle just inches above her face; strong hands on her shoulders kept Harri from closing those scant inches, much to her frustration. She watched the tiny shadow of Ginny’s clitoris pulsing inside the cloth, and moaned incoherently.

“Oh, Harri,” Ginny sighed breathily, “Do you know how much I need you right now?”

Harri’s mouth moved in soundless agreement.

“Do you see how wet you’ve made my knickers, baby?” she prompted.

A strangled whine was the redhead’s answer. Harri strained, lifting her head as much as she could with her shoulders pinned, her gaze fixed on the panties above her.

“Can you… s-see through the cloth?” Ginny began to pant softly.

Again, Harri moaned, deep in her throat, as her fingers closed convulsively in the comforter, her toes curled, and her wet center throbbed in sympathy of Ginny’s own arousal.

“Oh, baby. Oh, baby.” The hands on her shoulders tightened as the voice above her began to tighten with the need that her body was already displaying, and the motion of the hips became uneven, jerking downward as well as around, “Baby, can you ahh-… c-can you sm-ell my need?”

“Yes,” Harri finally choked passed the fog in her brain. “Oh, yes!”

Ginny leaned over and stared at Harri until glazed green eyes met her own, and shakily demanded, “Stay.”

Harri blinked unsteadily before nodding. Ginny raised her hands and shifted backward just enough to remove the soaked piece of cloth. She was quick to return to her teasing place above Harri, and a quicker spell magically pinned Harri’s wrists to the bed. The brunette whimpered, and once more strained to reach the now-revealed nest of tight, red curls.

“Ngh… Ginny, please-! I ah, ah, ahh, unh!” Harri begged desperately, her tongue flicking out to dart over her parted lips. Ginny wasn’t in much better shape, trembling and dark-eyed. Still, she relented, teasing her virgin lover.

“T-tell me what you want, baby. Say it.” She taunted, and ground her hips downward, almost reaching Harri’s questing tongue. She also dragged a trembling hand over Harri’s taut stomach, circling her belly button and tweaking her sensitive nipples.

“Ahhh-! Fu- fuck! Oh, need you so bad! Wanna… t-taste you. Touch me, p-pl-eas-se!” Harri screamed helplessly.

Ginny, moaning softly, lowered herself at last. Her eyes went wide, and then rolled back in her head. She panted heavily for long moments, growing louder and louder until she was full-on grunting. Harri had taken the opportunity to swipe her damp curls with her tongue, probing the nether lips and teasing the tiny bundle of nerves. Ginny seemed to be losing control at last, sweat springing up in a thin sheen over her naked body.

She cried out, and moved faster than Harri could follow, flinging herself over Harri, lining up their bodies. She released the bonds on Harri’s wrists, and was gratified when hungry hands reached up and clawed vicious lines down her back. She didn’t even wait – she just found Harri’s center and shoved her first two fingers deep.

Harri screamed wildly, hips bucking, the pleasure of release far outweighing the pain of the end of her virginity. The feel of her inner walls clutching Ginny’s fingers, the sound of her wanton screams, the sight of her in the throes of passion was enough to send Ginny over the edge as well, screaming herself hoarse.

It was only after she’d finally caught her breath that she realized what she’d done. Who she’d done it with. How she’d taken advantage of the situation and her partners’ naivety and virginity.

She met Harri’s wide, confused, and horrified gaze and knew that Harri had indeed gotten more swept up into things than either of them could have known. Both of them were alternating between pale and bright red.

“This never happened?”

“This never happened.”

“Friends?”

“Friends. Maybe… more?”

Well, it was a start. And she was reacting so much better to this disaster than Ginny would’ve given her credit for, too.

She was strong, and able to adapt. She would do.
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