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Seven Days - H/G - NC-17
Title: Seven Days
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Words : 3300
Warnings : various kinks - but they are not described very explicitly and I don’t think anyone will be scared (or scarred!!) – go to the lj-cut at the end if you want to be forewarned.
Rating: NC-17
Written forvelvethope, for her birthday. Have a wonderful one – just think, it’s your last birthday before Harry and Ginny get together!
Yes, I know I am supposed to be on a fanfic break, immersing myself in only canon for June and July. But I am allowing myself a little light Ron/Hermione, so Harry/Ginny bonking like rabbits counts as canon, too.
And you asked for a smutty version of my cute seven years thing, but didn’t think it could be done! Hah!
Thank yourosina_alcona and magicofisis for helping me with the p0rn - I know neither of you read Harry/Ginny habitually – I guess it is it’s too close to canon – but just think of it as Harry/Ron with breasts.
Seven Days
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Harry used to think of Ginny as Ron’s sweet little sister. His shy little sister, who had seen Ron off to school in her old fashioned dress and white socks and patent leather shoes.
He gradually became aware that she was actually a combination of Ron and the twins and, while this should have scared him, it was a very exciting combination.
Only she was much, much prettier.
So it shouldn’t have surprised him that his girlfriend brought that same devilish side of her into the bedroom.
He only had one week off in the summer after her final year of school.
He and Ron had just completed their first year of Auror training and were allowed just a week’s holiday. Hermione had taken a week’s annual leave from the Ministry and whisked Ron off to Greece, where they were presumably having huge amounts of sex on the beach, as that was all Ron had talked about for months.
Ginny had already been out of school for a month and had thrown herself at Harry with such abandon when he and Ron had flooed into the Burrow, that he should have realised she’d been giving their time alone together some thought.
He had booked them a Muggle cottage on the nearby moors for some privacy and she had grabbed her bag and his hand and Apparated there before he had even been able to greet her family.
No sooner had their feet touched down than she was frantically stripping their clothes off and pushing him down onto the squishy couch.
He hadn’t been alone with her since Christmas and now they were going to be alone for a whole week.
Seven days.
He was hard as a rock before his arse even hit the cushions.
Ginny spread his legs and knelt between them, looking thoughtfully up at him as his erection seemed to reach towards her.
Placing both her hands on his upper thighs, she petted him absently as she spoke.
“I’ve known you for seven years, Harry,” she said, smiling at him, running her thumbs down either side of his balls and making him twitch. “And although each of those years holds happy memories, they also hold utterly dreadful ones.”
Harry blinked down at her, not sure where she was heading, although one of her fingers was definitely heading between his arse cheeks. “I’m sorry, Gin,” he started, but she interrupted him.
“Harry, none of it was your fault. I haven’t stripped you off to complain about the crap that got dumped on you at school. I’m just saying that I’ve been thinking a lot about the past seven years, and as a sort of exorcism of the bad stuff, each day this week I am going to take a memory from my year at school and turn it into a smutty memory, OK?”
Harry laughed. “Um, OK. Though I’m not sure I understand.”
~+~+~+~+~
“Day one,” Ginny interrupted. “Well, you know what happened to me in my first year at school.”
“Gin, please,” Harry tried to stroke her hair but she moved away.
“Well, the experience in my first year that we are going to work on is: having my life force sucked out of me.”
Harry spluttered.
“And the way we exorcise this, and turn it smutty, is to give you the greatest blowjob in history. I am going to suck your soul out through your cock.”
Harry’s eyes and mouth flew wide open. “Ginny,” he whispered.
Ginny settled between his thighs and took his erection between her hands. Looking deep into his eyes, Ginny used both hands to stroke his aching cock and gently massage his balls. Even though those clever fingers were doing such delightful things, Harry found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers, marvelling at the lust smouldering in her gaze.
Maintaining eye contact, and smiling a private little smile, Ginny opened her mouth and lapped gently at the head of his cock, looking like a cat savouring the richest cream.
God, he’d missed this.
And then she opened her mouth wider and took as much of his cock in as she could, swirling her tongue and sucking as she lowered her head. Harry’s head fell back on the couch and his eyes closed, gasping and trembling as she bobbed her head up and down.
He sank lower on the cushions, thrusting up into her mouth as she sucked and reaching for her breasts, squeezing them with each stroke.
It really had been too long since they were together like this, and he was sure that any moment now he would explode, when a slender finger slipped between his arse cheeks and started stroking him.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he gasped, jerking forwards and thumbing her nipples.
Then the finger slipped inside him, thrusting deeper each time he thrust into her mouth, and he slid lower still and was pushed over the edge – of both his orgasm and the couch, giving her better access to his arse as she stroked and thrust and saw him through his climax, swallowing every drop.
Slipping onto the floor in front of her, he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her.
“Ginny, God, that was just… incredible, amazing, perfect.”
“Why, thank you, Mr. Potter,” she purred, snuggling up to him. “I have been practising.”
Harry went rigid. “What?” he gasped.
“Me and Hermione. On bananas.”
~+~+~+~+~
After a lovely lazy day in the cottage, they cuddled up in the huge double bed. Harry was stroking her hair and idly rubbing himself against her hip, starting to harden.
“Day two,” Ginny said. “When the Dementors came onto the train in my second year, I know you were affected worse than anyone, but I nearly fainted, too. And the way we exorcise this memory,” reaching beneath her pillow, she brought out a silk scarf and wrapped it around his throat, “is called breathplay.”
Harry swallowed nervously, feeling the silk strain as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He tried to relax as she straddled his thighs, taking his cock in her hand and stroking him until he was fully erect. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she moved forward, leaning down to suck on a nipple and then back to impale herself on his cock.
He gripped her hips and tried to gasp at the heat surrounding him, but Ginny wrapped the ends of her scarf round a fist and twisted slightly, stilling the gasp in his throat. He met her eyes, panic rising, but she smiled down at him and started moving, sliding up and down his cock with a hypnotic rhythm that relaxed him again and he started thrusting up into her.
Taking shallow gasps as he rode him, as she clenched her muscles around him, as she pinched his nipples, Harry could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Each time he tried to take a deep breath, Ginny twisted her fist in the scarf, and made him gasp.
And suddenly, this was OK – more than OK. He dug his fingers hard, hard, into her arse. His head swam as he thrust up into her, gasping her name as he saw flashing lights and climaxed inside her.
Ginny loosened her hold on the scarf and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes as he dragged a lungful of air past his scratchy throat and blinked up at her.
“Wow!” he croaked. “Can we try that again some time?”
Ginny smiled. “Don’t hold your breath,” she whispered.
~+~+~+~+~
The next day Harry was aroused the entire time. They went for a lovely picnic on the moors, but Ginny wouldn’t even snog on their blanket.
“Day three,” she announced when they were curled up in bed, and his cock twitched. “I know the end of your year was foul, but nothing that terrible happened to me in my third year.”
Harry pouted and she smiled.
“In fact, the worst thing about my third year was when Ron told you to take me to the Yule Ball, and I was already going with Neville.”
“So we’re going to exorcise Ron?” Harry asked, grinning.
“No,” Ginny said, wriggling down to the foot of the bed. “The worst pain I felt in my third year was Neville stepping on my toes when we were dancing, so we will exorcise that memory and turn it smutty.” And she ducked her head and took his big toe in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked hard.
Harry had never thought of his feet as erotic. Had never realised that they could be useful for anything but walking and kicking Malfoy when he was down.
But the things that Ginny’s tongue was doing went straight to his groin.
Every suck made his cock twitch and he wrapped his hand around his poor neglected erection as Ginny finished with his big toe with a pop as it left her mouth and moved on to the sensitive skin between his toes.
She thrust her tongue between them like she was fucking them and he wanked in time to her thrusts, mesmerised by watching her. And when she looked up at him, eyes widening as she saw him wanking, his climax ripped unexpectedly through him and his come hit him in the chest.
~+~+~+~+~
The next morning they Apparated to the coast and spent a lovely romantic day on the beach. And Harry couldn’t give a damn. All he could think about was what awaited him in their bed that night.
“Day four,” Ginny said, once more curled up by his side, as he caressed her breasts. “In my fourth year we became friends, and I like to think I helped you work through your problems. The scariest thing about fourth year was flying to London on an invisible horse. I couldn’t trust my eyes, I could only trust you.”
Harry kissed her forehead. She reached for her scarf again and slipped it round his eyes, blindfolding him. “So now, to exorcise my memory and replace it with a smutty one, you can’t use your eyes, and you are going to have to trust me.”
Harry felt the bed shift as Ginny knelt up. She reached over him and took something from the bedside table and he frowned as he tried to identify a strange clinking sound, but swiftly forgot about it as Ginny leant down and ran her tongue round and round his nipple, teasing it to a peak.
Her hot mouth closed around it and she sucked hard.
“Hmmm,” he moaned, ending in a gasp as Ginny’s mouth was replaced with something icy cold, tightening the skin around his sensitised nipples.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching for Ginny, but she pushed his hands away, alternating between sucking his nipples and rubbing and circling them with the chilly something held in her slim fingers.
Then she started trailing it down his body, and by the wet trail it left, cooling his hot skin, he realised it was an ice cube.
Yes, another clinking sound as Ginny took another one from her container and circled his navel, following her mouth down towards his twitching erection.
He tensed and held his breath, waiting for the ice to touch his cock, but as Ginny settled between his thighs, she merely stroked it gently, running her fingers up and down his shaft and teasing the head with a hypnotically circling thumb.
As his body relaxed, she wrapped her hand around his cock and he felt her lean down, felt her hair swing forward and surround it, felt her breath puff against his skin, felt her lips pursed against the head.
Harry thrust slowly upwards, pushing into her mouth, expecting heat and crying out when he encountered ice.
With a choked curse, he reached for her, wrapped his hands in her hair and thrust harder, fucking the ice cold mouth that sucked hungrily on his throbbing cock, thrusting between her chilled tongue and the ice cube until he trembled and shook and flooded her throat as he came.
~+~+~+~+~
The next day, Harry watched her like a cat watching a mouse hole, his mind flitting from one kink to another, trying to work out what she’d have in store for him next.
By the time they went up to bed, he was almost glued to her side, touching her as they went up the stairs, stopping her several times to kiss her and grind up against her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stood between his parted thighs, running her fingers through his hair as he cupped her naked arse.
“Day five,” she whispered. “In my fifth year we started dating, and I have some wonderful memories. But the worst thing that happened to me was during the match against Slytherin, when I drove my broom between you and Malfoy and the little ferret grabbed Sloper’s bat and struck me with it.”
Harry ran his hands up her back, tenderly touching where she had been black and blue after Malfoy’s attack.
Ginny smiled down at him. “So to exorcise that memory and turn it smutty, I think a light beating is in order.” And she reached beneath the pillow and brought out strange black rubber object – attached to a handle were a bunch of eighteen inch long rubber strands. “This is called a rubber flogger,” she said, slipping her slim hand through the wrist loop attached to the handle. “And what I need is for you to be on your hands and knees.”
Harry’s eyes opened wide and he quickly scrambled to obey, spreading his legs as she nudged them apart.
He felt Ginny kneel on the bed beside him and held his breath.
The first blow fell across the top swell of his buttocks and he gasped. It stung, but wasn’t painful. Ginny ran her fingers over the pink marks she had created and bit her lip.
The next blow was harder and made a parallel set of marks, slightly further down his arse. Harry moaned with excitement.
Working slowly, and caressing him between each stroke, she covered his arse and thighs with light, stinging blows, until his skin was bright pink and hot to the touch and Harry was whimpering with each blow.
“Ginny,” he moaned, arching up into her hand each time she touched him.
And then she dropped her flogger and knelt between his parted, aching thighs and ran her cool fingers over both buttocks, caressing him with a circular motion, her thumbs parting his cheeks on each circuit, exposing him and making him writhe under her hands.
Bending down, she ran her tongue along one of the angrier red marks, soothing it, and Harry hissed with pleasure. Narrowing her eyes at this discovery, Ginny lapped at his skin, working her way closer to his entrance.
Finally she reached round and wrapped her hand around his poor, neglected cock as her tongue slid between his cheeks and she ran it across his hole.
“Ginny,” he gasped, trying to simultaneously thrust into her hand and back onto her tongue as it gently explored him.
Laughing softly at his lack of co-ordination, Ginny probed his hole with her tongue, pushing him forward into her hand on each stroke, and he screamed as he tensed and came over her fingers.
~+~+~+~+~
On the sixth evening of their holiday, Ginny snuggled into his side and idly ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Although his pulse was already racing, he was dreading what memory from her sixth year she’d bring up.
“Day six,” she said quietly, “In my sixth year, Voldemort used me as bait to draw you out of the castle.”
“Ginny,” he said painfully.
“Shush,” she admonished. “I was in chains when you came to me, and to exorcise that memory and turn it smutty, we will try a little light bondage.”
Drawing out her silk scarves from beneath her pillow once more, she swiftly came up on to her knees and took one of his hands into her lap. Slipping the scarf around his wrist, she tied a knot and leant over him, her breasts pressing against his cheek as she tied his wrist to the bedpost. Harry watched her, fascinated, as she repeated the procedure with his free hand, then pulled on his bonds, to test them.
He was tightly bound in place.
He looked up at Ginny, smiling as he spread his legs, anticipating her mounting him, but Ginny moved away from his side.
He raised an eyebrow, as she sat, cross-legged, on the corner of their bed. He strained towards her, thrusting his hips up suggestively and she grinned, wickedly.
Then she opened her legs and leant back on her hands and Harry’s breath caught in his throat.
Drawing her feet up and letting her knees fall further apart, she brought one slim hand up and between her thighs, gently parting her lips and running a fingertip through her folds.
“Ginny, god,” Harry moaned, his eyes on her fingers.
Leaning back on her elbow, she slid two fingers inside herself and then slowly pulled her hand up, trailing a finger either side of her clit and spreading her juices. Harry whimpered, his cock straining towards her.
She circled her middle finger round and round her clit, Harry’s eyes following the movement, hypnotised.
Closing her eyes and letting her head tip backwards, she picked up her pace, rubbing furiously as she hissed his name, and Harry whispered, “Fuck, Ginny. Let me touch you.”
But she didn’t listen, lying flat on the bed and arching into her hand as she stroked herself. As her thighs opened wider, as her head tossed from side to side, as she gasped and cried out and climaxed by his side.
Touching herself idly through a series of aftershocks, she opened her eyes to see a red-faced Harry breathing heavily and almost unconsciously turning his hips towards her.
Crawling up to the head of the bed, she released his wrists and lied down, her back to him, and she smiled as he turned to spoon behind her, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his erection against her arse.
“Ginny,” he whined, and she hummed sleepily back at him.
“Please?” he tried, rubbing harder as she pressed back against him. “Oh,” he whispered, grinding hard between her arse cheeks, “right.” Thrusting against her until his own climax ripped through him, coating her buttocks with his come.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear and reaching down between them to rub it into her skin.
~+~+~+~+~
On day seven, Harry woke up sore and aching and boggling at the fact that six days with Ginny was a tougher work-out than Auror training.
Ginny was asleep on her front, her face buried in her pillow, and Harry would have been concerned that she was unable to breathe, if he hadn’t slept next to Ron for eight years.
He smoothed her tangled hair and ran his hand down her back, resting it on the swell of her bottom as she muttered, “Hhhmmmm” into her pillow.
“Morning, Ginny,” he said, kissing her ear, which was all that was visible.
“Morning,” she said, rolling over and stretching lazily, like a cat.
Harry’s cock twitched at the sight of the arching body beside him.
“Well,” he said, resting his hand on her hip, fingers inching toward her groin. “No games today, then.”
“Why ever not?” asked Ginny, frowning.
“Well, it’s over, your seventh year was fine.”
“Day seven,” said Ginny, eyes flashing and a wicked grin on her face that brought Harry’s cock to full attention. “The monster that I had to fight last year was my mother, trying to organise this bloody wedding by owl post.” Harry laughed. “She was a huge pain in the arse, so to exorcise that memory and turn it smutty…”
She reached beneath her pillow and took out a strap-on with an eight-inch dildo.
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Just a little breathplay, toe-sucking, flogging and rimming – two of which squick me, but they had to be done.
Title: Seven Days
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ginny
Words : 3300
Warnings : various kinks - but they are not described very explicitly and I don’t think anyone will be scared (or scarred!!) – go to the lj-cut at the end if you want to be forewarned.
Rating: NC-17
Written for
velvethope, for her birthday. Have a wonderful one – just think, it’s your last birthday before Harry and Ginny get together!Yes, I know I am supposed to be on a fanfic break, immersing myself in only canon for June and July. But I am allowing myself a little light Ron/Hermione, so Harry/Ginny bonking like rabbits counts as canon, too.
And you asked for a smutty version of my cute seven years thing, but didn’t think it could be done! Hah!
Thank you
rosina_alcona and magicofisis for helping me with the p0rn - I know neither of you read Harry/Ginny habitually – I guess it is it’s too close to canon – but just think of it as Harry/Ron with breasts.Seven Days
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Harry used to think of Ginny as Ron’s sweet little sister. His shy little sister, who had seen Ron off to school in her old fashioned dress and white socks and patent leather shoes.
He gradually became aware that she was actually a combination of Ron and the twins and, while this should have scared him, it was a very exciting combination.
Only she was much, much prettier.
So it shouldn’t have surprised him that his girlfriend brought that same devilish side of her into the bedroom.
He only had one week off in the summer after her final year of school.
He and Ron had just completed their first year of Auror training and were allowed just a week’s holiday. Hermione had taken a week’s annual leave from the Ministry and whisked Ron off to Greece, where they were presumably having huge amounts of sex on the beach, as that was all Ron had talked about for months.
Ginny had already been out of school for a month and had thrown herself at Harry with such abandon when he and Ron had flooed into the Burrow, that he should have realised she’d been giving their time alone together some thought.
He had booked them a Muggle cottage on the nearby moors for some privacy and she had grabbed her bag and his hand and Apparated there before he had even been able to greet her family.
No sooner had their feet touched down than she was frantically stripping their clothes off and pushing him down onto the squishy couch.
He hadn’t been alone with her since Christmas and now they were going to be alone for a whole week.
Seven days.
He was hard as a rock before his arse even hit the cushions.
Ginny spread his legs and knelt between them, looking thoughtfully up at him as his erection seemed to reach towards her.
Placing both her hands on his upper thighs, she petted him absently as she spoke.
“I’ve known you for seven years, Harry,” she said, smiling at him, running her thumbs down either side of his balls and making him twitch. “And although each of those years holds happy memories, they also hold utterly dreadful ones.”
Harry blinked down at her, not sure where she was heading, although one of her fingers was definitely heading between his arse cheeks. “I’m sorry, Gin,” he started, but she interrupted him.
“Harry, none of it was your fault. I haven’t stripped you off to complain about the crap that got dumped on you at school. I’m just saying that I’ve been thinking a lot about the past seven years, and as a sort of exorcism of the bad stuff, each day this week I am going to take a memory from my year at school and turn it into a smutty memory, OK?”
Harry laughed. “Um, OK. Though I’m not sure I understand.”
~+~+~+~+~
“Day one,” Ginny interrupted. “Well, you know what happened to me in my first year at school.”
“Gin, please,” Harry tried to stroke her hair but she moved away.
“Well, the experience in my first year that we are going to work on is: having my life force sucked out of me.”
Harry spluttered.
“And the way we exorcise this, and turn it smutty, is to give you the greatest blowjob in history. I am going to suck your soul out through your cock.”
Harry’s eyes and mouth flew wide open. “Ginny,” he whispered.
Ginny settled between his thighs and took his erection between her hands. Looking deep into his eyes, Ginny used both hands to stroke his aching cock and gently massage his balls. Even though those clever fingers were doing such delightful things, Harry found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers, marvelling at the lust smouldering in her gaze.
Maintaining eye contact, and smiling a private little smile, Ginny opened her mouth and lapped gently at the head of his cock, looking like a cat savouring the richest cream.
God, he’d missed this.
And then she opened her mouth wider and took as much of his cock in as she could, swirling her tongue and sucking as she lowered her head. Harry’s head fell back on the couch and his eyes closed, gasping and trembling as she bobbed her head up and down.
He sank lower on the cushions, thrusting up into her mouth as she sucked and reaching for her breasts, squeezing them with each stroke.
It really had been too long since they were together like this, and he was sure that any moment now he would explode, when a slender finger slipped between his arse cheeks and started stroking him.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he gasped, jerking forwards and thumbing her nipples.
Then the finger slipped inside him, thrusting deeper each time he thrust into her mouth, and he slid lower still and was pushed over the edge – of both his orgasm and the couch, giving her better access to his arse as she stroked and thrust and saw him through his climax, swallowing every drop.
Slipping onto the floor in front of her, he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her.
“Ginny, God, that was just… incredible, amazing, perfect.”
“Why, thank you, Mr. Potter,” she purred, snuggling up to him. “I have been practising.”
Harry went rigid. “What?” he gasped.
“Me and Hermione. On bananas.”
~+~+~+~+~
After a lovely lazy day in the cottage, they cuddled up in the huge double bed. Harry was stroking her hair and idly rubbing himself against her hip, starting to harden.
“Day two,” Ginny said. “When the Dementors came onto the train in my second year, I know you were affected worse than anyone, but I nearly fainted, too. And the way we exorcise this memory,” reaching beneath her pillow, she brought out a silk scarf and wrapped it around his throat, “is called breathplay.”
Harry swallowed nervously, feeling the silk strain as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He tried to relax as she straddled his thighs, taking his cock in her hand and stroking him until he was fully erect. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she moved forward, leaning down to suck on a nipple and then back to impale herself on his cock.
He gripped her hips and tried to gasp at the heat surrounding him, but Ginny wrapped the ends of her scarf round a fist and twisted slightly, stilling the gasp in his throat. He met her eyes, panic rising, but she smiled down at him and started moving, sliding up and down his cock with a hypnotic rhythm that relaxed him again and he started thrusting up into her.
Taking shallow gasps as he rode him, as she clenched her muscles around him, as she pinched his nipples, Harry could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Each time he tried to take a deep breath, Ginny twisted her fist in the scarf, and made him gasp.
And suddenly, this was OK – more than OK. He dug his fingers hard, hard, into her arse. His head swam as he thrust up into her, gasping her name as he saw flashing lights and climaxed inside her.
Ginny loosened her hold on the scarf and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes as he dragged a lungful of air past his scratchy throat and blinked up at her.
“Wow!” he croaked. “Can we try that again some time?”
Ginny smiled. “Don’t hold your breath,” she whispered.
~+~+~+~+~
The next day Harry was aroused the entire time. They went for a lovely picnic on the moors, but Ginny wouldn’t even snog on their blanket.
“Day three,” she announced when they were curled up in bed, and his cock twitched. “I know the end of your year was foul, but nothing that terrible happened to me in my third year.”
Harry pouted and she smiled.
“In fact, the worst thing about my third year was when Ron told you to take me to the Yule Ball, and I was already going with Neville.”
“So we’re going to exorcise Ron?” Harry asked, grinning.
“No,” Ginny said, wriggling down to the foot of the bed. “The worst pain I felt in my third year was Neville stepping on my toes when we were dancing, so we will exorcise that memory and turn it smutty.” And she ducked her head and took his big toe in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked hard.
Harry had never thought of his feet as erotic. Had never realised that they could be useful for anything but walking and kicking Malfoy when he was down.
But the things that Ginny’s tongue was doing went straight to his groin.
Every suck made his cock twitch and he wrapped his hand around his poor neglected erection as Ginny finished with his big toe with a pop as it left her mouth and moved on to the sensitive skin between his toes.
She thrust her tongue between them like she was fucking them and he wanked in time to her thrusts, mesmerised by watching her. And when she looked up at him, eyes widening as she saw him wanking, his climax ripped unexpectedly through him and his come hit him in the chest.
~+~+~+~+~
The next morning they Apparated to the coast and spent a lovely romantic day on the beach. And Harry couldn’t give a damn. All he could think about was what awaited him in their bed that night.
“Day four,” Ginny said, once more curled up by his side, as he caressed her breasts. “In my fourth year we became friends, and I like to think I helped you work through your problems. The scariest thing about fourth year was flying to London on an invisible horse. I couldn’t trust my eyes, I could only trust you.”
Harry kissed her forehead. She reached for her scarf again and slipped it round his eyes, blindfolding him. “So now, to exorcise my memory and replace it with a smutty one, you can’t use your eyes, and you are going to have to trust me.”
Harry felt the bed shift as Ginny knelt up. She reached over him and took something from the bedside table and he frowned as he tried to identify a strange clinking sound, but swiftly forgot about it as Ginny leant down and ran her tongue round and round his nipple, teasing it to a peak.
Her hot mouth closed around it and she sucked hard.
“Hmmm,” he moaned, ending in a gasp as Ginny’s mouth was replaced with something icy cold, tightening the skin around his sensitised nipples.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching for Ginny, but she pushed his hands away, alternating between sucking his nipples and rubbing and circling them with the chilly something held in her slim fingers.
Then she started trailing it down his body, and by the wet trail it left, cooling his hot skin, he realised it was an ice cube.
Yes, another clinking sound as Ginny took another one from her container and circled his navel, following her mouth down towards his twitching erection.
He tensed and held his breath, waiting for the ice to touch his cock, but as Ginny settled between his thighs, she merely stroked it gently, running her fingers up and down his shaft and teasing the head with a hypnotically circling thumb.
As his body relaxed, she wrapped her hand around his cock and he felt her lean down, felt her hair swing forward and surround it, felt her breath puff against his skin, felt her lips pursed against the head.
Harry thrust slowly upwards, pushing into her mouth, expecting heat and crying out when he encountered ice.
With a choked curse, he reached for her, wrapped his hands in her hair and thrust harder, fucking the ice cold mouth that sucked hungrily on his throbbing cock, thrusting between her chilled tongue and the ice cube until he trembled and shook and flooded her throat as he came.
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The next day, Harry watched her like a cat watching a mouse hole, his mind flitting from one kink to another, trying to work out what she’d have in store for him next.
By the time they went up to bed, he was almost glued to her side, touching her as they went up the stairs, stopping her several times to kiss her and grind up against her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stood between his parted thighs, running her fingers through his hair as he cupped her naked arse.
“Day five,” she whispered. “In my fifth year we started dating, and I have some wonderful memories. But the worst thing that happened to me was during the match against Slytherin, when I drove my broom between you and Malfoy and the little ferret grabbed Sloper’s bat and struck me with it.”
Harry ran his hands up her back, tenderly touching where she had been black and blue after Malfoy’s attack.
Ginny smiled down at him. “So to exorcise that memory and turn it smutty, I think a light beating is in order.” And she reached beneath the pillow and brought out strange black rubber object – attached to a handle were a bunch of eighteen inch long rubber strands. “This is called a rubber flogger,” she said, slipping her slim hand through the wrist loop attached to the handle. “And what I need is for you to be on your hands and knees.”
Harry’s eyes opened wide and he quickly scrambled to obey, spreading his legs as she nudged them apart.
He felt Ginny kneel on the bed beside him and held his breath.
The first blow fell across the top swell of his buttocks and he gasped. It stung, but wasn’t painful. Ginny ran her fingers over the pink marks she had created and bit her lip.
The next blow was harder and made a parallel set of marks, slightly further down his arse. Harry moaned with excitement.
Working slowly, and caressing him between each stroke, she covered his arse and thighs with light, stinging blows, until his skin was bright pink and hot to the touch and Harry was whimpering with each blow.
“Ginny,” he moaned, arching up into her hand each time she touched him.
And then she dropped her flogger and knelt between his parted, aching thighs and ran her cool fingers over both buttocks, caressing him with a circular motion, her thumbs parting his cheeks on each circuit, exposing him and making him writhe under her hands.
Bending down, she ran her tongue along one of the angrier red marks, soothing it, and Harry hissed with pleasure. Narrowing her eyes at this discovery, Ginny lapped at his skin, working her way closer to his entrance.
Finally she reached round and wrapped her hand around his poor, neglected cock as her tongue slid between his cheeks and she ran it across his hole.
“Ginny,” he gasped, trying to simultaneously thrust into her hand and back onto her tongue as it gently explored him.
Laughing softly at his lack of co-ordination, Ginny probed his hole with her tongue, pushing him forward into her hand on each stroke, and he screamed as he tensed and came over her fingers.
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On the sixth evening of their holiday, Ginny snuggled into his side and idly ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Although his pulse was already racing, he was dreading what memory from her sixth year she’d bring up.
“Day six,” she said quietly, “In my sixth year, Voldemort used me as bait to draw you out of the castle.”
“Ginny,” he said painfully.
“Shush,” she admonished. “I was in chains when you came to me, and to exorcise that memory and turn it smutty, we will try a little light bondage.”
Drawing out her silk scarves from beneath her pillow once more, she swiftly came up on to her knees and took one of his hands into her lap. Slipping the scarf around his wrist, she tied a knot and leant over him, her breasts pressing against his cheek as she tied his wrist to the bedpost. Harry watched her, fascinated, as she repeated the procedure with his free hand, then pulled on his bonds, to test them.
He was tightly bound in place.
He looked up at Ginny, smiling as he spread his legs, anticipating her mounting him, but Ginny moved away from his side.
He raised an eyebrow, as she sat, cross-legged, on the corner of their bed. He strained towards her, thrusting his hips up suggestively and she grinned, wickedly.
Then she opened her legs and leant back on her hands and Harry’s breath caught in his throat.
Drawing her feet up and letting her knees fall further apart, she brought one slim hand up and between her thighs, gently parting her lips and running a fingertip through her folds.
“Ginny, god,” Harry moaned, his eyes on her fingers.
Leaning back on her elbow, she slid two fingers inside herself and then slowly pulled her hand up, trailing a finger either side of her clit and spreading her juices. Harry whimpered, his cock straining towards her.
She circled her middle finger round and round her clit, Harry’s eyes following the movement, hypnotised.
Closing her eyes and letting her head tip backwards, she picked up her pace, rubbing furiously as she hissed his name, and Harry whispered, “Fuck, Ginny. Let me touch you.”
But she didn’t listen, lying flat on the bed and arching into her hand as she stroked herself. As her thighs opened wider, as her head tossed from side to side, as she gasped and cried out and climaxed by his side.
Touching herself idly through a series of aftershocks, she opened her eyes to see a red-faced Harry breathing heavily and almost unconsciously turning his hips towards her.
Crawling up to the head of the bed, she released his wrists and lied down, her back to him, and she smiled as he turned to spoon behind her, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his erection against her arse.
“Ginny,” he whined, and she hummed sleepily back at him.
“Please?” he tried, rubbing harder as she pressed back against him. “Oh,” he whispered, grinding hard between her arse cheeks, “right.” Thrusting against her until his own climax ripped through him, coating her buttocks with his come.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear and reaching down between them to rub it into her skin.
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On day seven, Harry woke up sore and aching and boggling at the fact that six days with Ginny was a tougher work-out than Auror training.
Ginny was asleep on her front, her face buried in her pillow, and Harry would have been concerned that she was unable to breathe, if he hadn’t slept next to Ron for eight years.
He smoothed her tangled hair and ran his hand down her back, resting it on the swell of her bottom as she muttered, “Hhhmmmm” into her pillow.
“Morning, Ginny,” he said, kissing her ear, which was all that was visible.
“Morning,” she said, rolling over and stretching lazily, like a cat.
Harry’s cock twitched at the sight of the arching body beside him.
“Well,” he said, resting his hand on her hip, fingers inching toward her groin. “No games today, then.”
“Why ever not?” asked Ginny, frowning.
“Well, it’s over, your seventh year was fine.”
“Day seven,” said Ginny, eyes flashing and a wicked grin on her face that brought Harry’s cock to full attention. “The monster that I had to fight last year was my mother, trying to organise this bloody wedding by owl post.” Harry laughed. “She was a huge pain in the arse, so to exorcise that memory and turn it smutty…”
She reached beneath her pillow and took out a strap-on with an eight-inch dildo.
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Just a little breathplay, toe-sucking, flogging and rimming – two of which squick me, but they had to be done.