Bad Ideas and Butterbeer

Summary: A family dinner at Grimmauld Place becomes harder to endure than any battle Harry has ever fought.

Content Warnings/Themes: Public Blowjob, Voyeurism, Risk of Getting Caught

The dining room at Grimmauld Place buzzed with warmth and noise. Candlelight flickered over the long oak table as silverware clinked amid overlapping conversations. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat at the head of the table, Ron shoveled food with his usual enthusiasm, and Hermione debated something with Lupin. Fleur watched everything with her sharp, elegant gaze. Harry tried to focus on his plate, but Ginny Weasley, his wicked, red-haired girlfriend, had other plans.

Under the heavy tablecloth that pooled on the floor, Ginny's hand slipped onto Harry's thigh. She had that familiar wicked glint in her eye, the one that always meant trouble and always left him aching for more. Her fingers traced slowly higher, brushing over the bulge in his trousers and teasing it to full hardness until his breath caught.

"Fuck, Ginny," he whispered.

She smiled innocently at her mother while her hand continued beneath the cloth. Nimble fingers opened his trousers and freed his throbbing cock. The thick shaft sprang out, flushed dark and already leaking. Her warm fingers wrapped around the girth, stroking him lazily, her thumb smearing the slick fluid over the sensitive tip.

"Harry, dear, you've barely eaten," Mrs. Weasley called out. "Is everything alright?"

Ginny's grip tightened, pumping his cock faster. "Y-yeah, Mrs. Weasley," Harry managed, voice tight. "Just... got a lot on my mind."

Ginny leaned close, the scent of her hair and faint perfume teasing him as she whispered hotly in his ear, her fist still working his dripping cock. "Your fat cock is leaking all over my hand. You'd better keep that face under control." She gave the shaft a rough squeeze, then dropped her napkin dramatically.

"Oops!" she announced cheerfully and slipped under the table before anyone could offer to help.

The moment she vanished beneath the cloth, Ginny shoved his thighs apart. Hot breath ghosted over his exposed cock and heavy balls. Her tongue dragged a long, sloppy stripe from his balls up the underside of his shaft, swirling around the head before she engulfed him.

Harry's hand shot under the table, fingers tangling in her fiery hair. Wet heat surrounded his cock as she took him deep, throat muscles rippling around the head while her lips stretched wide around his girth. She bobbed slowly at first, her lips wrapped snugly around him as saliva coated his shaft and trickled down onto his balls.

"Harry?" Lupin asked from across the table. "You were going to tell us about that last raid. Any new Death Eater tactics we should watch for?"

Ginny froze with his cock buried halfway down her throat. Harry's heart hammered. He forced his expression to stay neutral, gripping the edge of the table as he met Lupin's eyes. Stay calm. Just answer like nothing's happening. The thought flashed through him even as the sudden stillness under the table made him feel painfully exposed. Ginny was going to be the death of him, and some reckless part of him loved her for it.

"Uh... yeah," he rasped, trying not to buck into her mouth. "They... they relied on shielding charms more than usual. They layered them over each other to slow us down."

Every word felt like a battle. Ginny hummed softly around him in amusement, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine, but she stayed still, only gently massaging his balls with her fingers. Harry swallowed hard, hoping the answer sounded more confident than he felt. Sweat prickled down his back as he prayed no one else would notice the strain in his voice.

Fleur's sharp eyes narrowed across the table. She noticed the tension in Harry's jaw, the subtle shift of his shoulders, and the faint flush creeping up his neck. A knowing smirk curved her lips as the familiar Veela heat stirred in her veins. She crossed her legs, the growing ache between them sharpening her focus on every hidden detail. She said nothing. She simply took a slow sip of wine and watched with dark interest.

Harry caught her gaze for a split second and knew she'd figured it out. A fresh spike of panic shot through him.

Lupin looked ready to follow up, but Mr. Weasley steered the conversation in another direction before Harry had to answer again. Harry silently thanked him for the timely interruption. Only once the conversation had moved on did Ginny resume, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks, working him with slow, deliberate movements. Her tongue pressed flat against the prominent vein running along the underside while she took him deeper, gagging softly as the fat head pushed into her throat.

Ron spoke up suddenly. "Oi, Harry, pass the gravy, would you?"

Harry pulled his hand back and reached for the gravy boat, his fingers trembling. At that exact moment, Ginny plunged down, swallowing every inch until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, her throat convulsing rhythmically around him. He nearly knocked it over.

Don't drop it. Don't react. He steadied himself with sheer willpower, forcing a casual smile as he slid the boat across. "Here," he choked out, sliding it across. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Ginny held him deep, swallowing repeatedly around his shaft, milking him mercilessly while Ron thanked him obliviously.

The risk made Harry's cock twitch harder in her throat. Ginny finally pulled back, gasping quietly for air, strings of thick spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening, veined cock. She licked messily around the head, tonguing the sensitive slit to drink more precum, then dove down again.

Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out. "Ginny? Where have you gone, dear? Your plate is getting cold!"

Ginny pulled off Harry's cock with a wet pop, her voice slightly hoarse but cheerful from under the table. "Just fixing my shoe, Mum! Buckle's stuck. Be up in a minute!"

She immediately attacked again, sucking him fast and sloppy. Her head bobbed vigorously, lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock as saliva poured down the shaft, soaking his heavy balls. The wet sounds were slightly louder now, but the lively dinner conversation swallowed most of them.

Fleur bit her lip, her eyes locked on Harry. She could see the desperate strain on his face, the way his knuckles whitened on the table edge. Her left hand discreetly slipped under her own napkin, pressing against the growing wetness in her panties as she imagined Ginny's throat bulging with Harry's cock. The voyeuristic thrill made her shift in her seat, enjoying the secret show. Harry risked another glance in her direction. Fleur only raised her glass a fraction, amusement dancing across her face.

Harry's hips jerked involuntarily. "Ginny... fuck..." he breathed.

Just then, Hermione turned toward him. "Harry, you look flushed. Are you feeling alright? You've been quiet all evening."

Ginny chose that moment to suck him brutally hard, throat tightening like a vice around the swollen head while her hand stroked the base in rapid, twisting pulls. Harry's vision blurred. He fought to keep his breathing even, clenching his jaw against the rising pressure. "I'm fine," he gasped. "Just... really hot in here. The fire's going strong tonight."

Hermione frowned but nodded. Ginny paused again, holding just the leaking head in her mouth, tongue swirling relentlessly over the sensitive frenulum until Harry thought he would explode.

The interruptions kept coming, each one leaving him more desperately edged. He couldn't hold back any longer. His balls drew up tight, his thick cock swelling even harder between Ginny's lips.

"Ginny, I'm—fuck—I'm cumming!" he whispered desperately.

She moaned around his shaft and took him to the hilt, swallowing convulsively as he erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight down her throat. Ginny milked him greedily, throat working around every pulsing spurt, draining his heavy balls completely. She kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, licking every inch clean until his cock softened in her mouth.

Only then did she tuck him back into his trousers and reappear above the table, cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen. She hastily smoothed a few stray curls back into place before anyone noticed.

"Found it," she said brightly, waving the napkin.

Fleur raised her glass in a subtle, knowing toast, her eyes gleaming with shared hunger. Harry sat there dazed, his heart still pounding, trying to act normal while Ginny leaned over beside him.

"Good boy," she whispered warmly in his ear. "You didn't make a sound. Now behave. Because the second this dinner ends, I'm riding that cock."

The rest of the evening suddenly felt much longer.

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