Fic: Untitled (Harry/Ginny)
Title: Untitled
Author: dawn_m
Recipient: phaballa
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: I'm sorry about the fluffy ending. I'm crap when it comes to fluff, so... I hope you do forgive me. Thanks to all those who betaed for me.


Ginny Weasley took one step forward running her fingers through her hair as the water splashed down her body. Harry watched from his hiding spot, trying not to make any noise. If he was quiet like he was hoping, he could catch her being completely herself, with no pretense. She tilted her head up, water cascading down her face. She closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side, letting beads of water trail down her neck and circle her breasts. Her hands ran up her thighs, her fingers lingering between her legs for a moment. Then as if Harry’s thoughts had manifested into reality, her fingers slid between her folds.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, licking his lips as she opened her legs further. It seemed wrong for him to be in the girl’s locker rooms, especially when everyone was counting on him to be in the Gryffindor common room for the post match celebration. As captain of the team, he was expected to be at all those functions. How Oliver ever managed it, Harry would never know. And at the moment, he really didn’t care. All he could concentrate on – and that was an understatement – was Ginny fingering herself and the growing bulge in his pants.

It wasn’t the first time he’d watched her masturbate, but it was the first time he watched her when she didn’t know he was watching her. It didn’t even seem strange that Harry and Ginny had grown incredibly close after the events of his fifth year. It seemed like the natural course of things. When things between them escalated, the natural progression led to this: steamy sessions in the Quidditch locker rooms, on the Quidditch pitch, and the Room of Requirement (which always had the oddest things every time they utilised it). Ginny let out a throaty groan, and Harry found himself stepping forward. She had steadied herself against the shower wall.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Harry threw off the invisibility cloak, clearing his throat and looking a bit sheepish. Ginny’s eyes flew open, her jaw dropping. “Harry!”

“Sorry,” he replied, wincing a bit.

“No, don’t be sorry,” she said, her breasts heaving as she took steadier breaths. “You should have let me know you were there, though.”

“I just wanted to watch,” Harry said gruffly. “But I sort of got carried away.”

Ginny walked toward him, her hair tickling her shoulders, her hips swaying. Harry’s eyes traveled down Ginny’s wet body. He wasn’t bothered that his shoes were dotted with water or that his robes were dangling in the water as he pulled them off his shoulders. Ginny’s hands deftly pulled his Quidditch jumper over his head, his hair sticking up even more than usual. She smiled coyly, letting her fingers trail down his chest. She quickly undid his belt and pulled his pants down.

“Take those off,” she ordered, her voice dominating. One eyebrow quirked up.

“Or what?”

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his, sending little shivers down his spine. She tasted like peppermint and Ice Mice. Harry licked her lips. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and pulled her to him, his lips crashing into hers in a bruising kiss. He stepped on the heels of his shoes, kicking them off as quickly as he could.

Harry grabbed her arms, pushing her backwards against the shower wall. He pinned her hands so that she couldn’t touch him, though he wasn’t sure why. He wanted her to touch him, feeling her fingers on his skin, her nails digging into his back.

She broke the kiss suddenly, studying him drunkenly. “Right, or you won’t get any of that. But you’ve got them off now, haven’t you?” Harry nodded, leaning in again, but she turned her head. “Ah, ah, ah,” she teased.

One of Harry’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk on his lips. He let loose one of her hands, his hand suddenly between her legs, his thumb rubbing against her nub. She let out a small whimper, looking shocked, but didn’t continue on. “Or what?” he asked again.

“Or nothing. Oh god, Harry,” she groaned.

“’Oh god, Harry,’ what?” he said, urging one of his fingers inside her.

“I want you,” she breathed.

It was all the encouragement Harry required. He kneed open her legs, grabbing the head of his cock and rubbing it against her opening. She nodded to him, biting her bottom lip and waiting.

This was no first time; there didn’t need to be any tenderness, any sweet nothings whispered in ears and they both knew it. Harry dove into her, his hips finding a rhythm with his desire. He lifted her off the ground, her arms going around his neck, his tongue darting across her nipples, the soft skin of her neck, anywhere he could find it. She arched her back, sending Harry’s cock deep inside her, each of them grunting and sweating, panting and moaning almost in time with the other. Ginny called his name and it was the only sound he could hear over his own ragged breath, the sound of their bodies melting together.

Hang on, Harry. Hang on until she comes, he warned himself, feeling the heat and sensations in his gut. He didn’t notice that his body was trembling against her, every part of him aching to be inside her. She felt so warm and tight around his cock, and every time he thrust, he felt like he was going to explode. So when her body seized up, she tightened around his cock, Harry pumped harder and faster. She screamed them, her nails digging hard into his flesh. For a split second, Harry thought he saw movement and thought they were busted, but then the gnawing pleasure mixed with frustration exploded and his own body gave a hard shudder. Her name burst from his lips as he buried his face in her neck, easing her down onto the floor. He hadn’t even noticed he’d picked her up, that she’d been wrapped around him that entire time.

She was shaking terribly, and Harry wrapped his arms around her in a dopey haze, grinning madly, his breathing finally slowly down. “You all right?”

“Of course I am, don’t be silly,” she scolded playfully, hugging Harry tightly. She let out a contented sigh. “Maybe we should get cleaned up and out of here so we don’t get into any trouble?”

“Yeah, we should.” Harry nodded against her throat, but didn’t move. He didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here, in her arms for as long as he could. Maybe he could sneak her into the seventh year boys’ dormitories. Just to sleep, since he knew that Ron would have a conniption fit if he knew. It was one thing to be dating his sister; quite another to be shagging her as well.

After a few moments of just holding her, he reached down and took her hand. “Come on, let’s take a proper shower. Together.”

Ginny smiled at him, squeezing his hand lightly. For some odd reason, her other arm snaked across her chest as if she was embarrassed to be standing there nude with Harry.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, turning to look at her. Her cheeks were pinker than usual, and he couldn’t figure out if it was the heat from the shower or if she was embarrassed by something.

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” she replied, looking down with an awkward smile.

In all of Harry’s experience with girls, the only thing he was certain of was that nothing never meant nothing. He moved in front of her, taking her other hand. “Ginny, you know that I love you. You do know you can tell me anything, right?”

Ginny’s mouth dropped open, her eyes went wide. “You… what?”

“You can tell me anything?” Harry repeated, trying to figure out what he’d said wrong.

“No, the other – the other part of that?”

“Oh,” he said, realisation dawning on him. “I love you?”

She nodded shyly, biting her bottom lip again. “I love you, too.”