Chapter 41

Together Again (Ginny Weasley)

Dinner at Grimmauld Place was steady, just Harry and Sirius at the table while Kreacher shuffled about in the background. Roast chicken, potatoes, a decent gravy. Sirius had a glass of wine in hand, talking about some prat at the Ministry he’d run into that afternoon. Harry half-listened, mostly chewing through his food, until Sirius leaned back and set his fork down.

“Right. Tomorrow we’re heading to the Burrow,” Sirius said. “Molly sent an owl. She wants us over for dinner. Figured we’d go in the evening, after I finish at work.”

Harry nodded, but something in him dipped at the idea. Evening felt like ages away. He wasn’t desperate — it had only been a week since he’d seen Ginny — but he wasn’t about to pretend he wasn’t looking forward to seeing her again. Naked.

“Evening, huh,” Harry said, stabbing a bit of potato.

Sirius caught the tone, a grin tugging at his lips. “What, you in a rush?”

Harry smirked faintly. “Wouldn’t mind getting there earlier.”

Sirius thought about it for all of two seconds before waving his hand. “Fine. Go in the morning. Molly won’t mind. She’ll probably shove a peeler in your hand and set you to work, but that’s your problem.”

Harry’s grin broke through properly this time. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“Thought so,” Sirius said, tipping his wine glass toward him. “You head over when you like, I’ll join after work. Easier all round.”

They finished the meal with a bit more talk about the Ministry, Sirius telling some story about a drunken wizard in the Atrium fountain, and Harry let his mind drift to the Burrow. It wasn’t like he was starved of Ginny — but a week apart was enough to make him want to see her, hold her, maybe sneak a few minutes alone.

Once the plates were cleared, Harry excused himself early. Upstairs, the creaky floorboards of Grimmauld didn’t bother him the way they used to. He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before shutting his eyes, already picturing walking through the Burrow’s kitchen door in the morning.

Tomorrow would be better than waiting all day.

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The green flames spat Harry out into the Burrow’s kitchen. He brushed soot from his sleeve, looking around. The place was empty, no pots clattering, no voices, no Molly Weasley bustling about. Odd.

He frowned, stepping into the living room. Still nothing. He was about to check outside when a voice carried faintly from upstairs.

“Mum? Is that you?”

Ginny.

Relief and a grin hit him at once. “Guess who?” he called back.

There was a pause, then her voice again, louder this time. "HARRY!" She cried - “Everyone’s gone to Diagon Alley. I stayed behind.”

Harry didn’t need more of an invitation. He took the stairs two at a time, heart thumping as he rounded the landing. Ginny was leaning against the doorframe of her room, hair loose, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

“Knew you’d come early,” she said, her eyes flicking over him.

Harry stepped closer, grinning. “What gave me away?”

“The fact that you're so madly in love with me,” she teased. “I knew you wouldn’t wait.”

Before he could answer, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into her room.

“Catching up can wait, I need some dick,” she said quickly, her grin turning wicked. “Now get over here.”

Harry didn’t argue. He caught her around the waist, kissing her deep, his hands already sliding down her back. She moaned against his mouth, pressing herself into him, fingers tugging at his hair.

“Merlin, I’ve missed this,” she breathed when they broke apart for air.

“Me too,” Harry muttered, already kissing down her neck.

Ginny laughed softly, tilting her head back to give him more room. “Not wasting any time, are you?”

“Do I look like I came here to waste time?” he shot back, his hands slipping lower, gripping her arse.

She gasped, then grinned. “Good answer.”

Harry didn’t bother with patience. He had her shirt off in seconds, his mouth hot on her tits, sucking one hard while his hand kneaded the other. Ginny moaned loud, tugging at his hair, her back arching off the bed.

“Fuck, Harry—” she gasped, biting her lip as his tongue flicked over her nipple again and again.

He smirked against her skin, then shoved her shorts down, panties ripped off with them. She was bare now, legs spread, flushed and already wet.

“Look at you,” he muttered, stroking a finger through her folds before sliding it inside.

Ginny cried out, hips rocking against his hand. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

Harry grinned, pulling his clothes off in a rush. His cock slapped heavy against his stomach, and Ginny’s eyes darkened, her grin wicked. “Merlin, I’ve missed that.”

He lined himself up and slammed into her in one hard thrust. Ginny screamed, nails clawing at his back as he filled her.

“Yes— oh fuck yes—” she cried, wrapping her legs around him instantly.

Harry set a brutal rhythm, fucking her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small bedroom. Ginny met every thrust, moaning his name, swearing, urging him on.

“Harder, Harry, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

“You think I’m stopping?” he growled, gripping her hips tight, pounding her into the mattress.

She came suddenly, violently, screaming his name, her cunt clenching tight around him. Harry groaned, fucking her through it, sweat dripping down his chest.

“Good girl,” he muttered, kissing her hard, biting her lip until it bled.

Ginny laughed breathlessly against his mouth. “Again. Do it again.”

Harry flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed into her from behind. Ginny’s scream filled the room, her hands clawing at the sheets as he fucked her rough and relentless, his balls slapping against her with every thrust.

“Merlin— Harry— oh fuck, yes— wreck me—” she sobbed, her hair sticking to her sweaty back.

He reached around, rubbing her clit fast, and she broke again, squirting all over his cock with a guttural cry. Harry groaned, gripping her tighter, thrusting even harder into her dripping cunt.

“You’re a mess,” he muttered, pounding her through her orgasm.

“Your mess,” she gasped, still trembling, still moaning his name.

Harry didn’t stop after she came the second time. He dragged her back up, still buried inside her, and threw her onto her back again. Ginny laughed breathlessly, hair plastered to her face, but spread her legs wide without hesitation.

“Merlin, you’re insatiable,” she panted.

“You love it,” Harry shot back, slamming into her hard enough to make the headboard knock the wall.

“Fuck— yes— I do,” she cried, her voice breaking into a moan.

He kissed her rough, their tongues clashing, his hips never slowing. Ginny clawed down his chest, leaving red marks, her nails digging deeper with every thrust.

“Harder, Harry, give me everything,” she gasped against his mouth.

He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her deeper, the angle making her scream.

“Oh my god— yes— right there— fuck, don’t stop—”

Harry gritted his teeth, hammering into her, sweat dripping down onto her stomach. Ginny was a mess under him, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her hair wild, her moans filling the room.

Her body tightened again, her scream raw as another orgasm hit, her cunt clenching tight around him. Harry groaned, nearly undone by the way she squeezed him, but he kept going, relentless.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough in her ear.

“All yours,” she moaned instantly, her hands clutching at his back. “Always yours.”

Her eyes rolled back as she came again, squirting across his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them. Harry groaned at the mess, slamming into her harder, his pace brutal.

“Look at you,” he muttered, gripping her thighs as he fucked her through it. “Soaking me, begging for more—”

“Yes— Harry— don’t stop— please don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. The bed creaked dangerously beneath them, the sound of their bodies loud and filthy in the small room, but neither cared.

Ginny sobbed his name again, shaking, broken with pleasure, and Harry kissed her hard, biting her lip until she whimpered into his mouth.

She was still panting under him, her skin slick with sweat, her body trembling from the waves he’d already wrung out of her. Harry pulled out slowly, his cock wet and heavy, and she let out a weak whimper at the loss.

He smirked, gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach. “Think you’ve had enough?”

She pushed her arse back against him, breathless but grinning wickedly over her shoulder. “Not even close.”

Harry spread her cheeks with both hands, his cock sliding between them. She gasped as the head pressed lower, nudging against her tight entrance.

Her grin turned sharper. “Oh, you wouldn’t dare.”

Harry growled low. “Wouldn’t I?”

She moaned, half daring him, half begging already. “Do it. Fuck me there.”

He spat into his hand, stroked himself once, and pressed again, harder this time. Ginny’s breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “Merlin—”

Slowly, he pushed inside, the stretch making her cry out, her body clenching tight around him. Harry groaned, gripping her waist as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried in her arse.

“Fuck, Gin,” he muttered, sweat dripping down his temple.

She was trembling, her voice breaking as she moaned into the pillow. “Yes— oh fuck yes— harder, Harry, please—”

He pulled back and slammed into her, making her scream. His pace was savage straight away, his cock slamming into her back door again and again, the sound filthy, wet, raw.

Ginny’s moans filled the room, louder than ever, shameless and desperate. “Merlin— oh god— yes, fuck me, Harry—”

He leaned over her, one hand in her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her relentlessly. “You love it, don’t you?” he growled in her ear.

“Yes— fuck— I love it, Harry, I love it!” she sobbed, her body rocking under him.

Her hand slid between her thighs, rubbing herself furiously as he fucked her arse, her screams turning higher, broken. “I’m gonna— oh fuck— I’m gonna come—”

She did, violently, squirting across the sheets as her body convulsed, clenching tight around him, her cries raw and filthy. Harry groaned at the mess, slamming into her even harder, chasing his own high.

And she came again, her face buried in the pillow, still moaning his name with every thrust. “FUCKKKKK-”.

Ginny collapsed onto the mattress, sweaty and shaking, her grin lazy but wicked. Harry was still hard, still glistening, still throbbing for more. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, eyes dark, and smirked at him.

“Alright,” she panted, voice rough, “my turn.”

Before he could answer, she shoved him back onto the bed, climbing between his legs. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, teasing, her eyes locked on his.

Harry groaned, his head tipping back. “Ginny—”

“Shut up,” she said, her smirk widening. She bent down and took him into her mouth, deep, wet, messy from the start.

Harry swore loudly, gripping the sheets as her tongue worked over him. Ginny moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him buck into her mouth. She gagged once, then pulled back, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

“Merlin, I love this,” she said breathlessly, then swallowed him down again.

Harry fisted his hand in her hair, guiding her, pushing deeper. She let him, moaning as she took him all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck— Ginny—” he groaned, his hips twitching.

She pulled off with a wet gasp, her grin filthy. “Go on. Do it. Use me.”

His eyes darkened. He grabbed her hair tighter, thrusting into her mouth, hard, fast, unrestrained. Ginny gagged around him, drool spilling down her chin, but she moaned, her hand slipping between her own thighs as she fingered herself furiously.

Harry looked down, nearly undone at the sight of her — red-faced, drooling, choking on his cock and loving it.

“Good girl,” he muttered, slamming deeper, the wet sounds obscene.

Ginny pulled off again, coughing slightly, her grin wild. “Do that thing. You know. Race rucking.”

Harry’s smirk was feral. He shoved his cock back into her mouth, held her head steady, and fucked her throat hard, each thrust rough and relentless. Ginny choked, tears springing to her eyes, but she clawed at his thighs, moaning, taking every inch.

“Merlin, Ginny— fuck— I’m close—” he groaned.

She hummed around him, her eyes rolling back as she came again, squirting messily across the sheets just from being used like that. Harry lost it, thrusting deep one last time before spilling down her throat with a guttural groan.

Ginny swallowed everything, coughing slightly as she pulled off, cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand, then licked her lips, smirking up at him.

“Welcome home,” she said hoarsely.

Harry laughed breathlessly, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her messy and rough.