Chapter 30

New Possibilities (Ginny Weasley)

Harry strolled back into the Gryffindor common room with a full stomach and a head full of plans. The place was in its usual post-lunch state — half the house spread out in chairs and on couches, some playing Exploding Snap, some arguing over homework, some just passed out with their faces in cushions like they’d survived battle.

And there, by the fire, legs folded beneath her, book in hand, hair glowing in the light like it was dipped in fire — was Ginny.

Harry didn’t say anything at first. Just walked up, bent down, kissed her quick and low on the mouth. She made a small “mmph” sound but didn’t look surprised.

“Got something to show you,” he said, voice quiet, just for her.

She looked up, blinked once, marked her page with a folded bit of parchment. “What kind of something?”

He smiled. “Just come.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow — familiar expression, amused and skeptical at once — but stood without another word. She followed him out without even asking where they were going.

Harry led her through the corridors, down a narrow hallway behind one of the old tapestries, then into the strange little passage Luna had shown him.

She said nothing while they walked, which made it better.

The door creaked open into that wide, dusty room again — the one that looked like a forgotten common room. Big windows, thick old curtains, piles of cushions and beat-up sofas, one long table like someone had once tried to make it a study spot and gave up halfway through.

Ginny stepped inside slowly, turning in a small circle, her gaze sweeping over everything.

“Okay…” she said, voice low and a little impressed. “What the hell is this?”

“Apparently it’s always been here,” Harry said, walking in behind her. “Luna showed me. Said no one really uses it.”

Ginny wandered toward the couch closest to the fireplace, dragged her fingers across the dusty back, then flopped down and kicked her boots up onto the armrest like she owned the place.

“It’s kind of amazing,” she said. “Feels like one of those rooms you’re not supposed to find, but now that you have it, it’s yours.”

Harry leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Exactly.”

She looked at him. “So what, you wanna set up a second Gryffindor common room?”

He grinned. “Kind of. But, like... a private one.”

Ginny tilted her head. “Private?”

Harry walked over, sat down beside her, close enough that their knees bumped.

“Think about it,” he said, voice quieter now. “We could put up some wards. Make sure no one else gets in unless we want them to. Only a few of us would even know about it. You, me, Luna… maybe some of the others. Could hang out here. Escape when the tower gets too loud. Do whatever we want. No questions.”

Ginny leaned back, one leg still draped over the side of the sofa, eyes locked on his. She was smiling now — slow and sharp.

“‘Whatever we want,’ huh?”

He shrugged, playing it casual, though his mouth was twitching at the corners. “Could be anything. Little... meetings. Games. Nights in. Nights out that lead back here.”

Her hand slid across the space between them, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt.

“Or,” she said, tugging lightly, “things that don’t involve any clothes at all.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “That too.”

Ginny didn’t say anything else. She just leaned forward, kissed him.

She kissed him senseless. There was this raw passion between them that he didn’t get from anyone else, the kind of passion that comes from love and true desire. After a few minutes of eating each other’s faces off, eventually she pulled back, just a few inches, eyes locked on his, that smug little grin already spreading across her mouth.

“So,” she said, casually, like they were talking about homework. “What I said earlier. About the no clothes thing.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, still catching his breath. “Yeah?”

“I think that should be a rule.”

He blinked. “A rule.”

Ginny leaned back a bit on the couch, legs folding underneath her. She tucked her hair behind one ear and looked around the room like she was already decorating it in her head.

“If this is going to be our secret room,” she said, tone light but absolutely serious, “then we need rules. You said ‘do whatever we want,’ right? So rule one: no clothes unless there’s a really good reason.”

Harry blinked again. “You’re not joking.”

She smiled. “Nope.”

He sat back, looking at her like she’d just given him a Christmas gift he didn’t know he wanted. “You want to make a naked clubhouse.”

Ginny shrugged, eyes glittering. “Basically.”

Harry ran a hand down his face, but he was grinning hard. “This is dangerously close to being the best idea you’ve ever had.”

She nudged him with her knee. “Only close?”

“You’ve had some strong contenders.”

She laughed, leaned in again, her mouth brushing his ear this time. “I just think,” she said softly, “if this room’s going to be for us — not just you and me, but... the fun ones — then it should be open. No secrets. No hiding. Everyone’s on the same page. Same skin.”

Harry groaned quietly, and not from discomfort. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re loving it.”

“Kind of wildly, yeah.”

Ginny’s hand was already moving, fingers dragging lightly down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Her thumb slipped just underneath the fabric, warm and slow.

“I mean, we’ve got the space,” she murmured. “We’ve got the privacy. We’ve got each other. Now we just need... a few like-minded friends and a firm understanding that clothes are optional at best.”

Harry tilted his head, mouth brushing against hers. “And you want to start the demonstration now?”

She kissed him again — firmer this time — then pulled back, just enough to speak.

“Obviously.”

Her fingers moved to his belt.

Harry leaned back against the couch, watching her, his grin lazy and sharp all at once. “Alright. Official Rule one,” he said, voice low. “No clothes.”

Ginny smiled, tugged the belt free, and said, “Better learn it fast, Babe.”

Harry’s shirt hit the floor first — Ginny had made sure of that. Then hers followed, quick and casual, like it didn’t matter. Like it never did in this room.

They were still on the sofa, tangled together now, Ginny straddling his lap, kissing slow, teasing, hips rolling lazily like she had all day and maybe she did.

His hands were on her waist, sliding up and down, gripping tighter each time her hips shifted forward. The fabric between them was getting in the way — and Harry was seconds from doing something about that when she broke the kiss, lips just barely parted, eyes gleaming.

“You know,” she murmured, tracing her finger along his collarbone, “if this room’s going to work the way I’m picturing it... we’re gonna a lot of people in the know.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You running recruitment now?”

“Of course.” She kissed the side of his neck, her tongue flicking lightly over his skin. “I’ve got a few in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands slipped under the waistband of her skirt. “Who’s on the list?”

Ginny sat back slightly, hands resting on his shoulders like she was about to deliver official club business. “Well. Hermione, obviously.”

Harry blinked. “I thought you might say that”

Ginny smirked. “She’d be addicted to this place.”

Harry laughed, head falling back against the couch. “I don’t doubt that, the girl loves sex.”

“She might even skip classes to be here.”

“She’d definitely draft a list of the rules for us.”

“‘Participants must remove their clothes on entry,” Ginny mimicked, putting on a mock-serious voice, then grinning hard when Harry barked out a laugh.

“Alright, who else?” he asked, still grinning, still breathless.

“Luna, obviously,” Ginny said, hips shifting again — not subtle.

“Obviously.”

“Parvati.”

“Mhm.”

“Padma.”

“Good balance,” Harry said, lips brushing along her jaw. “Smart. Wild. Quiet. Wild.”

“Lavender.”

“Bit loud.”

“I like loud.”

He smirked. “Yeah. You do.”

Ginny leaned forward, kissed him again, slower this time. Then:

“Katie.”

Harry groaned into her mouth. “Yeah, alright, Katie’s— yeah.”

Ginny smiled against his lips. “Thought you’d say that.”

She rolled her hips again, grinding down harder now, and Harry's hands moved lower, grabbing her arse with both hands like he had no intention of letting her go.

“Anyone you’d invite?” she asked, her breath warm on his cheek.

Harry didn’t hesitate. “Romilda.”

Ginny pulled back just enough to raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Persistent,” Harry said, grinning. “And honestly? Very good shag.”

“Good shag?”

He kissed her again. “Nowhere close to you, though, darling.”

“Susan Bones.”

Ginny groaned, mostly in appreciation. “Big tits.”

Harry nodded. “Very.”

Ginny dragged her teeth lightly down his neck. “Cho?”

He gave her a look. “Oh yeah, good shout.”

“Yep,” she admitted. “She’s hot.”

He tilted his head. “And she’s a wild-one”

“Oh yehhh- She cries when she comes.”

Harry blinked. “That was specific. How did you know that?”

Ginny shrugged, unbothered. “You told me, silly.”

He laughed and nodded.

He grinned. “Hannah Abbott.”

Ginny paused, then gave him a look. “Really?”

Harry nodded slowly. “Yeah. She’s loud. In a good way.”

Ginny laughed, sharp and wicked. “Gosh, you have been busy, baby.”

Harry smirked, hands sliding up her thighs. “Only when you’re busy, darling.”

Ginny moved over as to say – that’s enough for now – and looked at him face-to-face.

She kissed him again — but this one was a little harder, a little hungrier. Her hands were already back on his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin.

“You think they’d actually do it?” she asked, voice breathless between kisses.

“Ginny,” Harry muttered, pulling her skirt up higher, eyes dragging over her flushed skin, “you say the word, they’ll come running.”

“Better make those wards, then,” she whispered, grinding down harder, lips at his ear. “We’re gonna need privacy.”

Harry groaned, his head falling back, fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I know,” Ginny said, and rocked against him again.

Harry’s back hit the couch hard, Ginny’s mouth on his before he could even catch a breath.

No more lists. No more ideas. Just hands — hot, grabbing, greedy — and the sound of her moaning into his mouth as she ground down on him, hard, desperate.

Her skirt was bunched up around her hips now, knickers pushed aside with no finesse, and she was already soaked — he could feel it, feel her heat even through the cotton stretched over him.

Ginny pulled back just enough to speak, breath ragged, her hand already yanking at the waistband of his boxers.

“Off,” she snapped.

Harry didn’t argue. Lifted his hips and helped her drag them down, his cock springing free, hard and heavy, already flushed from all the friction.

Ginny looked down at it and grinned. She loved that cock.

Then she shifted, lined herself up, and sank down in one motion.

Harry’s head slammed back into the cushion, a low, broken groan ripping from his throat as her pussy engulfed him, gripping his length.

“Fucking hell—”

Ginny’s hands braced on his chest, nails digging in slightly as she adjusted, rolling her hips slow, like she was trying to break him in half.

“You alright there, baby?” she asked, voice breathless but smug.

Harry could barely speak. “Fuck—Ginny—”

She laughed softly, then leaned in, teeth nipping at his neck. “You know, I think we’re gonna enjoy this little clubhouse.”

She started to move, grinding slow, hips circling with a rhythm that had his eyes rolling back.

Harry grabbed her hips, trying to match her, but she pinned his wrists to the cushions and rode him, full weight, full rhythm, hair falling in his face, lips brushing his ear.

“Fuckkkk”

The two of them were already so worked up from the sex talk that it wasn’t long before they were getting close. Ginny moved her hips as fast as she could as Harry’s thrust met her halfway.

She slammed down harder now, faster, the sound of skin on skin filthy and loud in the empty room, her moans getting sharper, rougher, real.

Harry met every movement, hips snapping up into her, breath ragged, cock buried so deep he couldn’t think.

He watched her — watched the way her tits bounced with every thrust, the way her mouth dropped open when he hit that perfect spot — and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Gin—fuck—you’re gonna—”

“Yeah,” she panted, hand slipping between them, fingers finding her clit. “Come with me.”

And then it hit.

Her back arched, body clenching around him as she came with a cry that echoed off the walls, shaking and shuddering on top of him.

That was it.

Harry followed with a guttural groan, hips jerking, his orgasm crashing through him like a curse, filling her, pulsing inside her, the two of them frozen in that perfect, wrecked moment.

For a while, there was just the sound of heavy breathing and the soft creak of the couch under them.

Ginny finally collapsed forward onto his chest, still shaking a bit, breath hot against his skin.

Harry blinked at the ceiling, dazed. “So... new favourite room?”

Ginny laughed weakly. “You could say that. Gimme a minute, I think it’s time to gather the troops.”