Chapter 44

Fun and Games (Ginny Weasley)

Harry opened his eyes to a sea of red hair and smiled. The final week of the Easter break had rolled around, and it was his last night staying at the Burrow before heading back to Grimmauld Place. He leaned in and kissed the side of Ginny’s neck.

“Morning, Gin,” he murmured. She smiled sleepily and kissed him back before flopping onto her back with a soft sigh.

Harry got up, stretching a little before walking over to where his clothes were dumped on the chair. He pulled on some underwear, and behind him he heard Ginny’s amused voice. “Hey, I was enjoying that view,” she said with a giggle, her eyes flicking from his face to his very erect manhood.

Harry smirked. “Whilst I’m sure it would be very, very fun, love,” he said, “I’m really quite hungry. Think last night worked up an appetite.”

Ginny snorted, throwing a pillow at him. “You’re unbelievable.” He laughed and started putting on the rest of his clothes. She stuck her tongue out at him just as Molly’s voice carried up the stairs.

“Breakfast is ready! Ronald! Harry!” Harry slipped on his slippers and made for the door, but when he turned back, Ginny had sat up, the sheets slipping down to show off her perky tits.

“Please,” she said, biting her lip dramatically. Harry chuckled. “You’re not helping,” he said, shaking his head.

She laughed and called after him as he left. “Screw you, Harry!”

He was still smiling by the time he hit the bottom of the stairs, the smell of breakfast already filling the air. Harry, Ron, and the twins had already demolished half the breakfast table by the time Bill and Ginny joined them.

The smell of bacon and toast hung in the air, and Molly was fussing around with the frying pan like she hadn’t just fed an army. Ginny slipped into the seat beside Harry, brushing her shoulder against his.

He gave her a quick smile, still chewing on a forkful of eggs, and thought nothing of it until he felt her hand rest lightly on his knee under the table.

Conversation carried on as normal. Ron was going on about the Quidditch League, groaning over Chudley’s losing streak while Fred and George added their own sarcastic commentary.

“Can’t get any worse, can it?” Fred said. “Sure it can,” George replied cheerfully. “They could sign Percy.” The table laughed, but Harry barely heard them.

Ginny’s hand had started to wander higher, slow and deliberate, her tone perfectly innocent when she joined in the conversation.

“Maybe they just need a new Seeker,” she said, pretending to reach for the jam while her fingers slid a little further up his thigh, edging closer towards his cock.

Harry stayed still, doing his best to look normal. He wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of reacting, not yet.

Ginny shot him a sideways glance, clearly unimpressed that he hadn’t so much as flinched. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes said we’ll see about that. Ginny didn’t let up. Her hand stayed on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles as she carried on a completely normal conversation about Puddlemere’s new Chaser.

Harry tried not to squirm, but it was getting harder by the second. Across the table, Ron pushed his empty plate away.

“Fancy a game of Quidditch in the garden? We haven’t played all holiday.”

“Yeah, might as well before Harry disappears back to that gloomy old house,” Fred said. George grinned. “I’m in. Someone’s got to show Ron how to actually score.”

“Shut it,” Ron muttered, but he was already standing. Harry opened his mouth to agree, but Ginny’s fingers had just brushed dangerously close to his length where she was aiming all along.

She was still talking about Quidditch like nothing was happening, her eyes full of mischief. “That new Beater for the Cannons,” she said sweetly, “he’s supposed to be brutal. Think he’d last against you, Harry?”

Harry smirked at her, finally setting down his fork. “We’ll see. I’ll be playing in the pro leagues before long” he said jokingly.

Although Ron did nod his head and say you actually could tho hardy your good enoug. Then, before she could make her next move, he pushed back his chair and stood up, stretching his arms.

“Right then. Get your brooms and head out. Let’s see if any of you can actually keep up with me.” Ginny blinked up at him, caught mid-tease, and Harry flashed her a grin before sticking his tongue out at her in a perfect mirror of her earlier gesture.

“You’re infuriating,” she muttered, though there was a spark of laughter in her eyes as she got to her feet.

“Love you too,” Harry said under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear. Fred was already grabbing his broom from by the back door.

“Loser does the dishes,” he called. “Fine by me,” George said. “Ron’s about to owe me a week’s worth.”

Harry held the door open as the others filed out, Ginny bringing up the rear with a not-so-innocent smile. The cool garden air hit his face, and he couldn’t help but grin.

They made their way outside, the morning sunlight spilling across the garden. Molly and Arthur settled into a pair of old armchairs near the back door, mugs of tea in hand, ready to watch the chaos unfold. Fred tossed Harry a broom.

“Same teams as last time?” “Yeah,” Harry said. “Me, Ron, and Bill versus you lot.” “Perfect,” George said, grinning.

The game kicked off fast. Ron was guarding the makeshift hoops at one end of the garden, shouting directions that no one actually followed. Fred and George played dirty, darting across the sky and trying to block Harry whenever he had the Quaffle.

Bill was calm as ever, threading neat passes between them, while Ginny was everywhere, fast, fiery, and competitive as hell.

Harry swooped past her and scored the first goal, earning a cheer from Ron and a groan from the twins.

“Still got it,” Harry said, flashing a grin. Ginny’s response was a daring dive that made Molly gasp, but she recovered and sent the Quaffle flying through the other hoop seconds later. The game went back and forth, the air full of laughter, taunts, and the familiar sound of broomsticks cutting through wind.

Then, after another goal, Harry decided to have a bit of fun. As Ginny zoomed past, he clicked his fingers subtly, casting a small charm on her broom, just enough to make it shift slightly forward and back, right over her pussy.

Nothing visible to anyone watching, but enough to make her jolt. He bit back a laugh when Ginny’s mouth fell open with pleasure and in surprise as she felt herself getting wet.

She turned in midair, eyes narrowing right at him, and Harry grinned innocently as he flew past. From below, Molly clapped.

“Good flying, dear!”

“Yeah, real smooth, Gin,” Fred called, dodging a pass from George. “What the hell are you doing? You’re meant to be good at this!”

“Shut it, Fred!” Ginny yelled back, her face flushed red.

Everyone else assumed it was from the heat of the match. Harry chuckled quietly, darting past her again. He leaned closer as they crossed paths and murmured, “Two can play that game, you know.”

Ginny glared daggers at him, though her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile, but equally she was still trying to compose herself as the broom rocked backwards and forwards, and she could barely stop herself moving in time with it, as she felt her sweet juices seeping into her panties.

The game carried on, Harry’s team pulling ahead while Ginny struggled to keep her focus. Fred and George were too busy arguing over whose fault their defense was to notice, but Harry definitely did. He couldn’t help it, watching her try to stay composed was too much fun, and it was also turning him on a bit, seeing her so turned on.

Ginny circled high above the garden for a minute, then suddenly swooped down. “Alright, can we take five?” she called. “I need some water.”

“Already?” George said. “It’s barely been ten minutes!”

“Yeah, well, some of us are carrying the team,” she shot back, glaring at him before turning that same look on Harry. A silent message to follow her.

Harry raised his eyebrows but didn’t argue. “Fine by me,” he said, pretending to stretch his back.

Ginny landed and handed her broom to Ron. “Back in a sec,” she said lightly, but her eyes stayed locked on Harry. "Harry, come with me would you."

Ron looked up strangely and asked, "Why do you need Harry to help you get some water?"

"Fuck off Ron," Ginny said as she flew down. Harry just gave Ron a shrug and an apologetic look, even though he knew full well why.

The two of them walked past Molly and Arthur into the house, where Ginny darted up the stairs, with Harry following close behind. She reached her room, and walked in.

"Harry, if you don't shove your fucking cock in me right now, I swear to Merlin, I will bat-bogey hex you every day for the rest of the holiday!"

Harry needed no more warning, he wrapped her into a deep kiss, before pushing her gently against the wall. Harry clicked his fingers, and he skirt vanished, before giving her a quick, sharp spank on her naked ass.

"Fuckkk-" Ginny moaned at the impact.

Her legs parted instinctively, thighs slick and trembling with anticipation, as her dripping cunt was now visible and accessible.

Harry stepped in behind her.

“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock between her folds, slow and deliberate. “Fuck, Gin. You're soaked.”

She whimpered, pushing her hips back.

“Well who's fault is that..." she whispered. “Now fuck me, you sexy man.”

That made him grin.

He gripped her hips and pushed into her in one smooth thrust, bottoming out in a single motion that made her cry out. Her fingers clenched against the stone, knuckles whitening.

He stayed there for a moment, buried deep, just to feel her around him. Tight. Warm. Perfect.

He then moved.

Slow at first. Deep, grinding thrusts that made her hips jerk forward with each one. His grip on her waist tightened, holding her still as he set the pace. She took every inch with a whimper, her cheek pressed to the wall, back arched just the way he liked.

“This is what you needed, wasn’t it?” he said between thrusts. “You loved my teasing, didn't you?”

“Yes—yes, Harry, please—”

“How hard do you want me to fuck you?”

She moaned loudly, moving to meet every thrust, messy, needy, completely undone under him.

"So hard...So fucking hard-"

He leaned over her, pressing against her back, one hand slipping between her legs again, thumb circling her clit in tight, ruthless patterns.

“As you wish, mi'lady” he whispered into her ear.

She trembled.

“FUCKKKKKKKK-”

She cried out as she slammed into her. His cock buried as deep as it could as it was squeezed by her tight walls.

He fucked her harder now, faster and deeper with every thrust echoing in the small bedroom. The pressure built quickly, her legs starting to give, her moans turning frantic, barely coherent.

“Harry—please—please—”

He felt her tighten, felt her ready to fall apart.

"Fuck Harry! Fuckk meeee!"

Harry knew she wasn't going to last long, so he really pushed himself to try and find his own release.

Ginny clung to the wall like her life depended on it, she was seeing stars of pleasure from the sheer intensity. Her sounds were ragged, desperate, as she was fucked like there was no tomorrow. The sound of his cock piledriving into her masking anything else around.

Soon enough, he could feel his legs start to shake and lighten as he hammered into her gushing cunt. Over and over and over.

Ginny came hard. Her body convulsed against him, a sobbing moan tearing from her throat as she shattered, legs shaking, hands slipping down the wall as he held her in place, never slowing.

Ginny was still pulsing around him when Harry pulled back just enough to make her whimper, her body jerking in overstimulated protest.

She tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Her fingers scraped at the wall for something solid to hold onto, hips twitching backward instinctively, as pleasure filled her body.

He groaned low in his throat, then buried himself deep one last time and came with a shudder, hot, hard, full, spilling inside her as his whole body clenched.

The two of them both rest there for a second against each other, sweat glistening on both of their heads.

"I think we've got a quidditch game to get back to." Harry said.

Ginny just managed a smile, dipping her finger into her soaked pussy, before licking the remains of Harry's cum that was on her finger.

"I did tell them we wouldn't be long!"