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Harry's Birthday Present	By : GMSinclair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 49511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Harry's Birthday Present
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The Burrow was a flutter of mad anxiety. Everyone was lending a hand to the preparation of Bill and Fleur’s wedding and the date was inching up quicker then expected. In the midst of the panic, Harry had not been forgotten and in the wizarding world a seventeenth birthday was nothing to be disregarded. Harry had finally come of age and was free to use magic without supervision. He had received many fine gifts such as chocolates from Delacours and an enormous box with the latest Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes from Fred and George. The mood had been merry and it was almost enough to help everyone forget that they were on the brink of war with the most powerful dark wizard whom had ever walked the earth.

“Harry, will you come in here a moment?” Ginny’s voice called from the doorway of her room.

Ron halted his pace, but Hermione was quick to lead the young man firmly away by the elbow. Harry took in her crimson locks and mysterious behavior and suddenly grew nervous. He followed her inside and she shut the door behind them. There was at first, a numbness to her features that Harry found unnerving, but as her downcast eyes came to stand before him—he witnessed the birth of new found hope. The smile she flashed him was real, but it also the smile of one burdened with a great many concerns. At long last she sighed aloud and took in a deep breath saying, “Happy seventeenth.”

“Yeah…” he floundered rather abashed. “Thanks.”

In that moment she was no longer numb with fright, nor were her nerves bothered. Her almond eyes studied his every feature, twitch and fault, which now made Harry the uncomfortable one, fore he found it difficult to hold the intensity of her stare. Coughing to clear the air, he suddenly noticed the window before a desk.

“Nice view,” he mentioned.

She naturally ignored this and Harry couldn’t really blame her. She smiled weakly to herself and he thought long to himself as to what she was thinking before she went on.

“I couldn’t think of what to get you,” she said.

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

She shook head slightly and chuckled, obviously disregarding that notion as well.

“I didn’t know what to get you that would be useful. Nothing to big because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you,” she explained.

Harry snuck a glance and hoped that it would aid him in understand her mood—Ginny however, was not easily read. Harry had noticed that their was a weakening at the edges of her strong exterior, but that was all she allowed to be seen. She took a step closer and threw him a meaningful expression.

“So then I thought I’d like you to have something to remember me by incase you stray across some Veela when your off doing whatever you’re doing.”

Harry’s guard fell and at last he felt as if he could relax. He smiled wryly and replied, “I seriously doubt that dating will be high on my priorities. You have nothing too worry—”

But she placed her hands to either side of his face and brought her lips to his. Whatever witty comment that had been floating in his mind was instantly blown away in a great gale of passion that consumed his better judgement. His arms wrapped under hers as he held her close to him—returning the kiss. It was like no kiss either of them had experience before. It was the type of kiss that rendered the mind useless and the more instinctual reasoning lost in a blissful exchange. Locked in the throes of passion, Harry embraced her at the small of her back and the thick mane of hair that always seemed to fire his loins into a hot panic. Just as hungry as he, her body rubbed against Harry’s as the two lovers fell to the bed and weaved amongst themselves. Articles of clothing were removed in a haste which resulted in half of Harry’s shirt pulled open and his pants tossed into a corner where it was joined by Ginny’s panties and top. Kissing his chest she slowing crawled her way up his body until they found her mark and crushed her lips against his. Harry’s hands ventured further south where they slipped beneath her plaid skirt and took hold of the young firmness of her bare bottom.

“Ah,” Ginny gasped with bulging eyes. After her momentary shock though, a broad smile spread across her face and she was once grinding Harry’s body—a wild range of grunts and groans escaping from his clenched teeth.

“I’m so fucking hard right now…” he gasped while peeling away Ginny’s lace bra and semi-freeing her ample cleavage to the atmosphere of the room.

With her red hair casting to the wild wind, she arched her back while Harry took hold of each breast and squeezed. With her two small hands working fervently to free his cock from his underwear, she directed it between her weeping cunt. However, suddenly he stopped her by grabbing each side of her shoulders.

“Wait, huuhhh,” Harry’s gasped as his pulse raced. “Ginny, we can’t…I mean, right?”

She smiled and let go of his member while leaning down to kiss his panting lips. The tip of his erection rested along her slit—throbbing from the brief, but altogether unsatisfied attention. She removed his glasses and traced the lightning bolt scar on his forehead while her full bust pressed against his chest. The touch of her smooth skin against his and the heat of her thighs around his waist was driving him crazy. He gently ran his hands down her arms. Panting as they kissed once again, Harry started at her shoulders and slowly worked his way down until they moved to her succulent hips and flat stomach. Their tongues continued to dance and as he slid his hands back up, Ginny shut her eyes and moaned once more. Fore his hands were once again cupping her cleavage before Harry spoke once more…

“I mean we shouldn’t do this, right?” his tone was almost pleading.

“I want you, Harry Potter…” she replied while weaving her fingers throughout his hair and grasping tight—his soft kisses against her neck and shoulders sending shockwaves throughout her very being. Minutes flew by in seconds as the two lovers continued to explore each other until their eyes grew wide in unison and Harry’s cock disappeared within the young woman. “Ahh…” she gasped a hollow cried.

For a long time neither one moved and Ginny held tight to him—her thighs still straddling Harry. Clenching her eyes shut, she opened her legs a little wider and lowered herself further onto his raging hard-on. As if unable to contain himself any longer, Harry suddenly thrusted up and Ginny let out a muffled yelp as he buried his full length into her quivering body. In this position they both remained as Harry relished the feeling of her womanhood soaking his member.

“Sh-should we stop?” Harry asked concerned from the look on her face.

“Ah, hhuuuhh,” she panted. “No…just give me a minute…” she managed as she gave herself another few moments to adjust to his size. Soon after, she slowly began to move her hips and Harry threw his hands out to either side and grasped ahold of her sheets—as if to summon strength and prolong the moment of his release. She placed her hands upon his chest for support and started to grind and hump up and down on his enormous shaft. “Ugh…” she grunted as her firm ass made contact with his thighs. “Ugh, ugh…Mmm, ah, ah, oh Harry…” she slowing began picking up speed—moaning from the pleasure of the moment. Harry’s hands left the sheets and returned to the physical molding of her curves. Every time he felt and squeezed…kissed and caressed her body, “Mmm, fuck!” Ginny would whisper in his ear, which only encouraged him further.

“I wanna take you,” he whispered back to her and she closed her eyes in ecstasy and nodded that it was alright.

Like poetry in motion, Harry rolled Ginny to her back and mounted the fiery red head. He brought her legs over his shoulders and bucked his hips forward into her. His groans of supreme pleasure was nothing to her stifled cries for him to probe deeper. His tight buns flexed and he continued to penetrate her deeper—grinding hard every so often and smiling as his every move sent shivers of desire throughout her young body.

“Oh, God…” she bit his shoulder to stop from screaming out. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck my tight pussy,” and he did faster and faster. Panting is pleasure and pain her hot breaths moaned against his neck—her stomach muscles contracting and finally an amazing orgasm soaked Harry’s pumping penis with her sweet juices. “Ahhh! I’m-I’m cuming!” However, Harry wasn’t quite finished yet and in the throes of ecstasy he remain on pace while Ginny’s breasts bounce fiercely to the rhythm. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted. “Uh, Harry? Ugh, ugh…I’m done…you can cum now,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Almost,” he told her over and over again.

Suddenly there came a knock on the door and the two lovers were suddenly shocked into reality. “Oh shit…” Harry exclaimed in a muffled cry.

“Ginny?” Mrs. Weasley’s voice came through the door.

Ginny’s eyes grew wide as she attempted to rise; smacking Harry to get off her. “Get off!” she mouthed the words.

“Almost…” he groaned and she rolled her eyes theatrically and threw herself back against the bed as his thrusts became more needful.

“Is that you, honey? Are you in there?” Mrs. Weasley’s sounded through the door again followed by yet another wrap.

“Almost done?” she mouthed the words again, but he merely nodded and continued to hump her.

“Almost…” Harry replied—lost in his own world of lust his voice rose higher then intended. “Almost.”

“Harry? Is that you?” Mrs. Weasley’s voice sounded again.

Ginny slapped the young man and rolled her eyes yet again. “No, mom!” she called back. “It’s…oww…” she fixed him with a hot glare. “It’s me, Ah!”

“We’ve been looking for Harry,” she explained. “Is he in there with you?”

“No, ugh—mom,” Ginny shut her eyes as she felt another orgasm build within her.

“Good,” Mrs. Weasley sighed in relief. “I need a word with you, may I come in?”

“Oh God!” Ginny suddenly cried as Harry took hold of her wrist as she did of his and began to slam mercilessly into the tiny red head. “Nnnnnnooo!” she exclaimed before muffling tone, “Ugh…God that feels good…”

“Ginny, what are you doing in there?”

“Just, ah, changing, mom. Be down in a minute!” she then slapped Harry again, mouthing the words. “Right?”

“Alright,” Molly shook her head. “Meet me downstairs when you’re finished.”

“Kay!”

However, all of a sudden Ginny’s second orgasm rocked her as she shrieked once again into his muscular shoulder. Harry’s gasp also became painful and as a flash of relief crossed his features, he drove in and remained there as he exploded deep into her womb. Their eyes met and the two shared an eternity in a fraction of a second. Trembling from the physical exertion, Harry rolled off the young woman and the two held each other in a sweat covered embrace.

Harry sighed in peace. “Thanks for the birthday present.”

“You’re welcome…” she replied before the two began to laugh.

The End.
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