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Fic: Be Discreet (Harry/Ginny)
Title: Be Discreet
Author: tari3 (fic journal)
Recipient's name: inkpuddle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Warnings (if any)
Author/Artist's notes (if any): There was supposed to be a plot here. I had it all worked out, but I just didn't have time to work it in. So, just smut here. Enjoy! Much thanks to my beta for the encouraging thoughts!

Be Discreet

~*~

Ginny sat in her office at work. Staring blankly at the desk before her, she tapped her quill against the parchment, creating a horrible looking blot. It was Friday afternoon and she was looking forward to the weekend, but that wasn’t the only reason for her apathy toward her work that day.

She’d been distracted and unable to do any work since Harry left on a Quidditch tour two days ago. After their conversation, she’d been anxiously awaiting his return. Her cheeks warmed as she recalled that particular conversation. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and squirmed in her chair.

A sudden knock on her door startled her, causing her to jump slightly and let out a small yelp. “Come--er--come in,” she stumbled, quickly putting her quill in its holder and straightening herself in her seat.

“Weasley,” her co-worker, Jonathon Taylor, said as he entered her office. “Do you have that Schulen file ready yet?”

“Not quite yet,” she replied sweetly. In reality, she was nowhere near completing that file.

“Be smart about that, eh? We need it,” he said, tapping the side of the door as a white owl flew in through the open door.

“Hedwig?”

“Oh, yeah. One more thing,” Jonathon said, pointing at Hedwig, who had just landed on Ginny‘s shoulder. “You’ve got a letter.”

As she untied the envelope from Hedwig’s leg, Ginny yelled out a distracted “Thanks” as Jonathon closed the door, leaving. Reaching over with her free hand, Ginny grabbed some owl treats. She gave Hedwig a pat on the head, before the owl seemed to decide that she’d had enough attention and flew over to a small perch on the other side of the room.

Curious, Ginny broke the wax seal and opened the letter.

G,

Go to the Stimpson Inn on Sunday night at eight. There will be an envelope waiting for you with a room number and key.

Be discreet.

-H

Feeling slightly tingly, she read the letter for a second time. The Stimpson Inn was a very nice hotel off Diagon Alley, and she and Harry had been talking about doing something special to rekindle their bedtime activities that had been burning at a lower light than normal as of late.

Almost involuntarily, her mind skipped back to the conversation they’d shared before Harry left a few days previous, making Ginny squeeze her thighs together. Her eyes flickered shut as she relived that… rather interesting conversation in her mind.

Harry stood with his rucksack in his hand, his body framed in the doorway. He was looking at her with an expression she hadn’t seen in months. He looked as though he was about to devour her.

“I’ll be back on Sunday,” he said, entering the room and putting his rucksack on the armchair. He always had some sort of mysterious air about him, but at that moment, it seemed to go just a bit deeper.

Ginny took a step toward him. “Good luck. I‘ll listen in on the wireless.”

“When I come back,” Harry said, coming closer to her, “there’s something I want to do.”

“And what’s that?” she asked, somewhat coyly.

He ran his fingers up her bare arm, making Ginny shiver, as he moved so that he was standing behind her. His hand rested on her shoulder for a mere moment before he removed it, and the only part of him that was touching her was his breath on the back of her neck.

“I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve,” Harry whispered throatily. “Deeply, fully and with all of myself.”

Ginny’s breath hitched. Where did this come from, she thought to herself. Harry wasn’t usually one to talk dirty.

“I’m going to run my tongue over your skin,” he continued. “Your neck”

Ginny nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand graze her throat. She felt light-headed and sure that she wouldn’t be able to keep her balance for much longer.

“Your breasts.” His hand slid lower. “Your stomach.” His hand fell to her belly. “And lower,” Harry whispered, his voice seeming to relish the words.

Ginny bit her lip to keep from whimpering, and her hips leaned forward of their own accord, waiting for Harry’s hand to move there. However, when it merely brushed past her thigh, she let out a frustrated whine and turned to face Harry.

“On Sunday,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face, as though he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Trying to control her breathing, she stared up into Harry’s emerald eyes. He was being completely serious. He wanted to wait until he came back… but she could see there was something else shining in his eyes. He wanted her now.

Rising to her tip-toes, Ginny leaned in, hoping to catch his lips. Yet, just as she was about to close the distance between them, Harry pulled back, out of her reach.

Letting out a noise of frustration, she glared at him. “You want to wait to even kiss me?”

Uncertainty flickered over his eyes, and Ginny took this for her advantage, placing her thumb on his lower lip. She could feel the tiniest bit of stubble scratching her hand as she gently moved her thumb against his lip. “Not even a goodbye kiss? A promise of what’s to come.”

Ginny leaned up once again, keeping Harry’s head still with her hand. This time he didn’t turn away. She sucked gently on his lip, feeling him melt into the kiss. She pulled him closer with her hand, and when his tongue slid across her mouth, she quickly met it with her own.

He held her to him tightly, his hands gripping her back. Ginny was ready to give in, not wanting to wait for anything.

An instant later, however, Harry broke the kiss, quickly stepping past her to grab his rucksack.

He turned back to her as he reached the door, his expression full of desire. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”

Forcing herself out of her stupor, Ginny focused on the words written in blue ink on the parchment in her hand. There was one part of the letter that confused her.

Be discreet.

What did Harry mean by that?

~*~

Pausing in the Stimpson Inn’s lobby, just inside the door, Ginny took a breath and adjusted her trench coat and sunglasses. She wasn’t sure how Harry was going to react to her twist on the night. She walked briskly to the reception desk, her heals clipping the tiled floor with every step.

Giving a wane smile to the man behind the desk, Ginny gave her name. She could feel her heart already beating at a quicker tempo, and for a brief moment, Ginny was worried that no envelope would be waiting for her.

She licked her lips as the man searched below his desk. Was it just her imagination, or was he taking an unusually long time with this?

Finally, the man stood straight up with a yellowed envelope in his hand and a smile on his face. He bade her a good evening as he handed it to her. Turning away, Ginny opened the envelope and emptied the contents into her hand.

A piece of paper with the number 113 and an old-fashioned, brass key fell out.

With a quick glance around the lobby, Ginny ran her hand over her hair, smoothing it down in its low ponytail, and made her way to the stairwell. By the time she reached the door of room one hundred and thirteen, her skin was tingling, and her mouth was slightly dry. She felt as though she could almost feel Harry’s presence on the other side of the door.

It was thrilling, knowing they were just separated by a piece of wood. That she hadn’t seen him in several days made it all the more sweet.

Not able to take the suspense anymore, Ginny quickly opened the door and stepped inside.

The room was dark, and at first she couldn’t see anything in the room besides a faint glow coming from the window. She quickly removed her sunglasses.

“Harry?” she called out as her eyes adjusted. She placed her purse on the floor by the door.

“You came,” a familiar voice called out. Ginny looked in the direction of the voice, and Harry came slowly into focus and she felt a pull in her stomach. With all the anticipation leading up to this night, Ginny was ready to jump him right now, screw all her planning, and have him on the floor right where he was standing.

“Of course,” she said, a smile finding its way to her face. “Did you really think I wouldn’t?”

Giving a slight shrug, Harry took a few steps, until he was standing directly in front of her. He reached forward and grabbed her left hand in his before leaning in to give her a soft kiss. His other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him.

Ginny moaned and gladly leaned into Harry’s warm body. His lips were gently kneading hers, reminding Ginny of some of their first kisses years ago when they were still at Hogwarts and just discovering each other.

It was good to feel him this close to her again, to feel his hand lightly resting on her back, to even feel his glasses pressed against her cheek. Even though they’d only been apart from each other for a few days, it somehow seemed much longer since they’d been like this together--sharing this kind of innocent lingering embrace.

When Ginny finally leaned back from the kiss, she felt warm and wanting more.

Harry was staring at her, a lopsided grin plastered on his face, looking almost sheepish. “To tell you the truth, I was a little nervous you wouldn’t show,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“The letter I sent you was a bit…” He seemed to be searching for the right word.

“Mysterious?” Ginny offered. “The ‘be discreet’ threw me, though. Why should we be discreet?”

Was it just her imagination, or was Harry blushing. She couldn’t tell in the darkness of the room.

“I thought,” Harry said, not exactly meeting her eyes, “it might be exciting to make this a bit mysterious. Almost as though it was forbidden. I thought it would be sexy.”

Ginny smiled and brought her lips to Harry’s jaw before stepping back, out of his arms. “It is, but I think we’ve talked for too long. I remember a certain promise you made me before you left. I’m very interested in you fulfilling that.”

With only semi-fumbling hands, she undid the tie of her coat and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her black silk dress underneath. She shivered slightly from the rush of cool air that slid over her skin, and looked to see Harry staring at her, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly.

“Do you want to touch it?” Ginny asked coyly, tilting her head to the side.

Harry met her eyes and said, in a somewhat dazed tone, “Wha-?”

Ginny smiled and grabbed Harry’s fingers with hers. A spark ran through her at the touch. She licked her lips and opened her mouth. “My dress. It feels nice against skin--against all of my skin.”

“Ginny,” Harry moaned. He reached out and grabbed her waist, bunching up the smooth fabric in his fist, and pulled her to him again. He rested his forehead against hers, and their noses brushed, his glasses only slightly bothering her. She waited for him to kiss her as his hot breath beat at her parted lips. His hand continued to grip her waist and his hips rubbed against her, his hardening erection becoming quite evident, but he didn’t kiss her.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. And then, he kissed her. His lips were strong against hers, and she held him tight, her one hand grasping his shoulder and the thin layer of cloth that was his shirt. She could feel his muscles, toned from his years of Quidditch, tightening beneath her fingers.

When Harry’s clever lips trailed along her jaw, Ginny moaned and her head fell back, giving him full access to her. She trusted him completely, and only hoped that he trusted her enough to agree to what she wanted to do with him tonight.

“Harry,” she moaned, somewhat surprised at the throaty tone her voice had taken.

In response, he licked her earlobe. “Hmmm?”

She swallowed and took what she hoped was a steadying breath. “Strip down to your boxers and go lie on the bed.”

Harry pulled back, seemingly surprised. Ginny would have laughed at his appearance if it were some other time; his hair was sticking up even more than normal, his eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed over and his mouth was parted, almost dumbly. He seemed to be looking her over, almost sizing her up.

“All right,” he replied, giving her hand a squeeze. However, instead of turning towards the bed, Harry went right back to sucking on her throat. Ginny could feel her resolve breaking as he slid his hand up her silk-clad side, his fingers brushing over her the side of her breast.

“I mean it,” she said in the strongest voice she could muster, pushing him with her shoulder.

Harry leaned back and met her eye, giving her a strange look that sent shivers down her spine. To her relief--or disappointment, she couldn’t tell which--Harry took a step back and started walking backwards toward the bed, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers.

He began undoing the buttons on his shirt. First the top one, then the next, and the next. Ginny licked her lips and her throat went dry as she watched him. She watched him reach the last button, and his shirt hung open, just revealing his stomach to her. She watched him trip over the chair that was placed in the middle of the room and fall right onto his bum.

For a moment, she stared at him as he sat on the floor feeling a tad stunned. However, that didn’t last long; she quickly burst out laughing. It didn’t take Harry long to join her in mirth. He was red in the face, but he was smiling and his shoulders were shaking with the tell-tale signs of laughter.

The mood changed drastically. The seriousness of a few moments ago was gone, but a new, perhaps even more intimate feeling filled the air.

As Harry righted himself, finally removing his shirt in the process, Ginny occupied herself with lighting a few of the candles around the room with her wand. She wanted to be able to see what she was doing, but not have it too bright at the same time. It had to be just enough light so that she could see Harry, and so Harry, of course, could see her.

Once she was satisfied with the candles, Ginny turned towards the bed.

A jolt went through her insides like fire. Harry was sprawled on the bed, his weight resting on one arm. His free hand was running over his stomach, just clearing the elastic of his boxers. Yet what thrilled her the most was where he was looking.

He was staring directly at her.

Ginny tucked a stray hair behind her ear and turned to her earlier discarded purse, letting Harry watch her. She removed several silk scarves from her purse, allowing Harry a nice view of her backside. She glanced over her shoulder. Yup, he was still watching her.

“I want to try something with you,” she started, walking slowly to the bed. She twisted the scarves in her hands. “But you have to trust me with this.”

“I trust you,” he said, licking his lips. “Take off your dress; I want to watch you.”

Reaching the bed, Ginny ran her finger up the middle of Harry’s stomach. “Not just yet. I told you, I want to do something first. Lean back,” she instructed, pushing her palm against his chest until he was fully stretched out on the bed.

Sliding up onto the bed next to him, Ginny spread the skirt of her dress neatly around her before looking back down at Harry.

His eyes blazed questioningly into hers. Ginny smiled and put her scarves down on the bed, keeping one in her hand. Pulling it taught between her hands, she looked at Harry, a mischievous smile playing on her face. She felt wicked.

“This is silk,” she explained, “like my dress. Soft.” As if to prove a point, Ginny ran the edge of the scarf across Harry’s stomach. Slowly, she ran the silk up his chest, making him reach up with his torso as though trying to get more.

“Ginny,” he breathed, his eyes closed. His head was tilted back slightly, exposing his neck to her. Encouraged, she slide the scarf against the sensitive skin of his neck and around his head, up to where his hands were gripping the pillow.

As quickly as she could with trembling hands, Ginny pulled the silky material around his wrists. She couldn’t believe she was really going through with this. It terrified and aroused her beyond belief all at the same time.

Grabbing another scarf, Ginny made her way back to Harry’s face, running the silk along his arm. His eyes were wide and full of desire.

“What are you doing?” he asked, unable to conceal the nervous hitch in his voice.

“Tying you up,” she said, smiling, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, even though she felt all sorts of butterflies in her stomach. She grazed her lips across his as she pulled out the elastic in her hair, letting it fall around her and onto Harry’s skin.

Slowly, she moved down to his chest, letting her hair skim his neck as she travelled down. As she took a taught nipple between her lips, revelling in the sound of her name coming out as a moan from Harry’s mouth.

Ginny ran her hand across his stomach, letting her fingers slide just under the elastic of his boxers. She moaned against Harry’s chest as she felt his stomach muscles twitch under her fingers. His skin was warm, and she did the one thing she could think to do then; she slid her hand lower and took Harry’s hard cock in her hand just as she gently bit down on his nipple.

She felt more than heard Harry’s moan of pleasure.

“Harry,” she purred, turning her head to look at his face. “I’m not wearing anything under this dress.”

With a sharp grunt, Harry jerked his hips forward, his eyes snapping open as he looked down at her.

“What?” he managed to pant out.

Licking her lips and giving Harry’s cock a meaningful stroke, she repeated, “No bra. No knickers. Just me.”

“Gin--” Harry swallowed deeply. “I can’t--You have to--”

“What do you need?” she whispered.

“I’m close. I want to be inside you. Please.”

Immediately, Ginny released her grasp on Harry’s dick, instead focusing on the task of pushing his boxers down his legs and off. She slid off the bed onto her very wobbly legs and tossed the discarded boxers to the ground behind her.

Ginny met Harry’s eyes, blazing with want, and winked before moving her hand to the shoulder strap of her dress. Turning slightly, so that she had to look over her shoulder at Harry, she slid the strap off, quickly repeating the same action with the strap on her other shoulder.

She felt the silky material fall, pooling at her feet, and she shivered slightly from the rush of air across her skin. Turning back to Harry, she kicked the dress to the side and, still in her heels, slide back onto the bed.

Placing her hands on his chest, Ginny swung her leg over Harry. As she straddled him, she pushed her pelvis down onto Harry’s stomach, only inches away from where she knew Harry wanted her to be.

“Ginny,” Harry moaned, almost threateningly. “Stop teasing.”

With a sly grin, Ginny reached down and guided Harry to her entrance. She paused for a moment, and glanced up at Harry’s lust-filled eyes. “I love you,” she said simply, before she pushed forward, taking his length inside her.

With a moan, Ginny let her head fall back. She always felt so filled when Harry was inside her.

She glanced back down at her lover, who was staring up at her in awe as he thrust up into her. Watching him writhe underneath her, without being able to free his hands to grasp her was the most erotic thing Ginny had ever seen. She could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer, but it didn’t bother her. They had the whole night to do what they pleased.

Sliding one hand down her stomach, she quickened her pace. A light sweat broke out, covering her skin with a soft glow.

“Fuck,” Harry whimpered, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. “I’m going to--”

Ginny nodded, understanding him, and slid her fingers into her wet folds, quickly finding her clit. She rubbed frantically as she watched Harry arch his back against the bed. She wanted to come with him.

With a terse growl, Harry jerked forward as he roughly reached his orgasm.

Ginny leaned forward, her fingers frantically bringing herself to her own completion, and licked his neck. Her breasts rubbed against Harry’s chest and she licked him again. He tasted salty and smelled like… Harry.

Her hips jerked forward of their own accord, and a few panted moans later, Ginny came. She rode her orgasm, relishing in her lover’s intoxicating smell of what was best described as fresh-cut grass in a wooden cellar.

“Gin,” Harry whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver and her eyes to open. She hadn’t remembered closing them.

“Hmmm,” she answered, nuzzling into his neck.

“Untie me, please,” he said in a rigid voice.

Ginny tensed up at his tone. Maybe she had misjudged his reactions. Perhaps Harry hadn’t enjoyed this as much as she thought. As quickly as she could, she reached up and undid the knot in the scarf, effectively freeing his hands.

Immediately, she felt Harry’s arms cupping her cheeks. He was staring at her intensely; the amount of passion nearly scared her.

“I love you,” he whispered, before bringing her head forward for a nice, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he leaned his face against hers.

“That was bloody brilliant,” he whispered.

Ginny couldn’t help it; she let out a relieved jolt of laughter. “You liked it, then?”

Harry turned slightly to look her in the eye. He looked amused. “Are you kidding?”

“I’m glad,” she said, giving him a quick kiss. “You know,” she said slowly, “I seem to remember a certain promise that has yet to be fulfilled. A promise about you and a certain tongue of yours.”

Ginny could feel a burst of Harry’s breath against her skin as he chuckled softly. “As you wish.” With his hand bracing her hip, Harry traced the edge of Ginny’s jaw with his tongue.

~*~

Fin