Chapter 37

Late Night Fun (Ginny Weasley)

Late Night Fun (Ginny Weasley)

The common room was dead silent. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, the chairs all empty, shadows stretching across the floor.

Harry stood at the bottom of the girls’ staircase, wand in hand, smirking to himself. The old enchantment that kept boys out was strong. Well, strong for most people.

He muttered under his breath, flicked his wand in a lazy, almost bored pattern. The carved steps shimmered faintly, like heat off stone, then settled. He took one step. Then another. The stairs stayed put.

“Too easy,” he muttered.

A minute later, he was at the door to Ginny’s dormitory. No knocking. He pushed it open just enough to slip inside, closing it quietly behind him. The room was dark, moonlight spilling faintly through the far window. Four beds. All the other girls were asleep, soft breathing in the dark.

Ginny’s head popped up the second the mattress dipped. Her eyes were heavy with sleep for all of two seconds — then she saw him and smiled slow.

“You’re not supposed to be up here,” she whispered.

“You want me to leave?” Harry murmured with a smile, already crawling up the bed toward her.

As soon as he reached her, she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and flicked it in quick, practiced motions. Silencing charms around the bed. A privacy curtain that sealed them off from the rest of the room. Another charm to keep the mattress from creaking.

“Better?” she asked.

Harry didn’t answer. He kissed her. Hard. Deep. His hands slid into her hair, pulling her closer until she was half on his lap. Ginny kissed him back with that fierce, hungry energy that always caught him off guard.

“This isn’t a friendly visit to chat about the day's activities with your lovely girlfriend?” she breathed against his mouth.

“No,” he said flatly, and pushed her back onto the pillows.

She grinned, even as he covered her mouth again. His hands were already roaming under her pyjama top, finding warm skin, sliding higher until his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts. Ginny arched into him, her own hands tugging at his shirt, impatient.

“Off,” she muttered.

He pulled it over his head without breaking the kiss, her hands immediately splaying over his back, nails digging in. Harry moved lower, his mouth finding her neck, sucking just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Merlin, I’ve missed you today,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

“You saw me at dinner,” she teased, though her breath hitched as his hands slid lower, hooking into the waistband of her shorts.

“Not like this.”

Ginny smirked, lifting her hips so he could pull them off. She tossed them aside, hooked her fingers into his waistband in return, and tugged him closer until he was pressed against her, nothing between them but heat and urgency.

“I love you,” she whispered, just before kissing him again.

He kissed her harder. “Show me.”

And she did.

Harry didn’t waste time once she was under him. Ginny’s eyes glinted in the low light, her hair messy from sleep, but she looked more awake than he’d ever seen her. The kind of awake that made his chest tighten and his cock ache at the same time.

He kissed her again, deep and slow this time, letting it build. One hand slid down between her thighs, fingers brushing over her, slow at first, just to feel her shift under him. She let out this quiet sound, almost a sigh, but her hips lifted into his hand.

“Already?” he murmured against her lips.

“Been thinking about you since dinner,” she whispered back, voice shaky.

He grinned. “Guess I’m late, then.”

Ginny’s hands moved to his waistband, pushing his trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion. He kicked them off, not caring where they landed. She glanced down briefly, biting her lip, and then her hands were back on him, stroking him slowly, teasing, like she wanted to see how long he’d hold still.

“Gin,” he warned.

“What?” she said innocently, though her hand didn’t slow.

“You keep that up, you’re going to get less talking and more—”

“Good,” she cut in, and guided him down between her legs.

He pushed into her in one steady, unbroken movement, and her breath hitched sharply, her hands gripping his shoulders like she needed to hold on. Harry groaned low in his throat, closing his eyes for a second to just feel her around him.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

She laughed softly, the sound catching when he pulled back and slid in again. “Missed you too.”

Harry settled into a rhythm, starting slow but deep, the kind of pace that made Ginny’s nails bite into his skin. Every time he bottomed out, she gasped and tilted her hips to meet him. He kissed her again, harder, swallowing her sounds.

Her hands wandered everywhere — his back, his neck, tangling in his hair to pull him closer. She nipped at his jaw, kissed the corner of his mouth, murmured his name like it was the only word she remembered.

“More,” she whispered.

Harry didn’t make her repeat it. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pushed harder, faster, the headboard almost nudging the wall even with the silencing charm. Ginny’s head fell back, her mouth open, moans spilling freely now.

“Merlin, Harry—”

“That good?” he muttered, his voice rough.

She nodded quickly, breathless. “Better.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper. He leaned down, his chest pressed to hers, and fucked her like he had all night and didn’t plan to stop. Ginny’s eyes fluttered shut, her teeth catching her bottom lip, and he knew she was close.

He reached between them, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles to match his thrusts. Ginny’s back arched, a broken sound escaping her, and then she was coming hard under him, her nails digging deep into his shoulders, her legs trembling.

Harry didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, letting her ride every wave until she was panting against his neck.

“You’re— not— fair,” she said between breaths.

“You love it,” he replied, kissing her hard again.

She shoved him over without warning, straddling him in one quick movement. Harry grinned, hands immediately gripping her hips as she sank down onto him again. Ginny didn’t waste time — she set the pace fast and rough, her hair swinging forward, her hands braced on his chest.

Harry’s head tipped back, his grip tightening as he watched her. “Fuck, Gin— you look so good like that.”

She smirked, leaning forward just enough to kiss him before riding him harder, her hips snapping in perfect rhythm. Her breasts brushed his chest, and he slid his hands up to squeeze them, his thumbs brushing her nipples just to hear that little gasp she always made.

“Fuck...,” she murmured with a smile, watching his face.

“Merlin, you're so tight Gin” he said, holding onto her for dear life.

Ginny grinned wickedly and shifted her angle, grinding down as she moved, and that nearly broke him. He growled low, sitting up to meet her, his mouth finding her neck again, biting gently before kissing over it.

Her nails raked down his chest this time, deep enough that he knew the marks would be there tomorrow. Harry groaned into her mouth, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her down to meet every thrust.

Ginny didn’t slow. She rode him harder, her hair falling forward, sticking to her cheeks. Her breaths were fast, broken by little gasps every time he hit deep. He kept his eyes on her face — the flush across her cheeks, the way her lips parted just slightly, the focus in her eyes like she was determined to wring every last drop out of him.

“Fuck, Gin—”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she said, her voice low and fierce.

He didn’t. His hands slid up her back, one settling between her shoulder blades to keep her close. He kissed her hard enough to make her moan into his mouth, then pulled back just enough to bite her lip.

She responded by grinding down, rolling her hips in slow circles that made his head tip back and his grip on her tighten.

“Merlin,” he hissed, his jaw clenching.

“You’re close,” she said, smirking, but before he could answer, she leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs and riding him faster.

Harry growled, watching her move. Her breasts bounced with each snap of her hips, and his hands came up to hold them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Ginny’s moan caught in her throat, and she clenched around him hard enough to make him swear.

He sat up fast, one arm around her waist, flipping them so she was on her back beneath him. She laughed breathlessly, legs wrapping around his hips before he even started moving again.

“You’re not getting away with that,” he muttered, pushing into her hard.

Ginny arched her back, her hands gripping his arms. “Prove it.”

And he did. He set a brutal pace, every thrust making her gasp, her nails digging into his biceps now. Her head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, the silencing charms around them working overtime.

“Harry—” she moaned, her voice breaking.

“Yeah?” His tone was smug, but his breath was ragged.

“Don’t— don’t stop—”

Her body tightened around him and she came again, her whole frame trembling. Harry kept going through it, watching her fall apart under him, until he had to shut his own eyes and spill into her with a low, guttural groan.

They stayed there, both breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin, embracing eachother for a few moments. Harry kissed her head for a few minutes and cuddled her as she caught her breath back.

Ginny was still trembling on top of him from her last orgasm, her hair plastered to her flushed skin, her breath coming in short, shaky bursts. Harry kissed the hollow of her throat, slow, deliberate, but the look in his eyes wasn’t done.

“You’ve got that look,” she said, her voice husky but teasing.

“What look?” he asked, playing innocent.

“The one that says you’ve got one more thing in mind.”

He smirked. “Maybe I do.”

He rolled her onto her back, kissing down her body — her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breast — before moving lower. Ginny’s breathing hitched, her fingers sliding into his hair as she realised exactly where he was heading.

“Oh,” she breathed, grinning through the haze, “so that’s your plan.”

“Part of it,” Harry murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed down her stomach, slow enough to make her squirm.

He hooked her thighs over his shoulders, pulling her closer until his face was buried between them. The first slow lick made her gasp, her back arching, her grip in his hair tightening.

“Fuck— Harry—”

He didn’t answer. He just kept going, tongue moving in long, deliberate strokes, finding exactly what made her moan louder. One of his hands slid under her arse to hold her in place, the other pressed against her stomach to keep her from bucking too hard.

Ginny’s hips moved anyway, rocking against him as the tension built fast. She was loud now, her voice spilling out in a mix of moans and breathless swearing.

Harry glanced up at her, smirking against her. “You taste incredible.”

She laughed, but it broke into a gasp when he sucked hard on her clit, her thighs clamping tight around his head.

“Merlin— yes— don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He kept the rhythm steady, his tongue flicking faster now, his grip unrelenting. Ginny’s body was wound tight, every muscle drawn like a bowstring until she came with a sharp cry, her thighs trembling around him.

Harry didn’t pull back. He kept going, drawing it out until she was gasping and twitching, trying to push his head away with a shaky hand that he ignored.

“Harry— I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he murmured against her, his tongue diving back in.

Ginny let out a helpless moan, her hand falling back to the bed as another orgasm hit her, leaving her panting and limp.

When he finally crawled back up her body, his mouth shiny, she caught his face and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips.

“You’re trouble,” she whispered against his mouth.

“You love it,” he replied, settling beside her with a satisfied grin.

She laughed breathlessly, curling into him. “Always.”