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Fic: Lollipop (Harry/Ginny)
To: tosca1390
From: margaret67

Title: Lollipop
Author: margaret67 (fic journal)
Written for: tosca1390
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Warnings: none
Notes: Post-Hogwarts. As a child, Ginny enjoyed Muggle lollipops.

Thank you to r_becca for running a smutacular community. A big, big thank you to my beta :)

Ginny sighed loudly as she stepped under the hot water in the Holyhead Harpies changing rooms. She let the relaxing water cascade down her body, washing away her aches and pains of a particularly tiring Quidditch match.

The Holyhead Harpies were now out of the running to win the championship; the favourites were now the Chudley Cannons – Harry’s team. She smiled ruefully at the thought of him. She loved Harry with all her heart, but she hated losing to him.

Matches between the Cannons and Harpies always divided the family loyalty. Harry had been playing professional Quidditch since his defeat of Voldemort - he had been accepted into Auror training, but refused the offer when he heard he was expected to attend as many Ministry functions as possible. Harry had not forgiven the Ministry for his mistreatment, and so flatly refused, instead taking the Seeker position with the Cannons.

He had to work hard for his place, and it was only in the past year that had he been in the starting line up.

Ginny had been recruited to the Harpies not long after finishing Hogwarts, walking straight into the side as a Chaser. She had initially been concerned her appointment wasn’t based on her Quidditch ability, but on the fact that she was Harry Potter’s girlfriend. But her first training session allayed her concerns – Katie Bell had recommended her to management, and they made it perfectly clear they didn’t care who she was dating.

Ginny stepped out of the shower, to find the changing rooms completely empty. She quickly dried off, and opened her locker. She reached for some clean clothes, pulling her knickers over her hips, and then jumped in surprise as she felt arms snake around her waist.

“You git, you scared me half to death,” Ginny snapped, turning to face Harry.

“How did you know it was me?” Harry asked, smirking.

“Your aftershave, your calloused hands, and I can see you in my mirror in the locker,” Ginny said, smiling as Harry laughed in her ear.

“You flew great today Gin.”

“Harry, I dropped the Quaffle three times, nearly knocked our Seeker off her broom and was hit with a Bludger. I don’t think I flew well at all.”

Harry pressed his lips Ginny’s shoulder, before moving to sit on the bench watching her dress. “You scored eighty points, only dropped the Quaffle because of the passes of the other Chasers, and was only hit with the Bludger because your team mate was more worried about not getting hit herself,” Harry said, crossing his arms across his chest, as though daring Ginny to contradict him.

“Were you watching me?” Ginny asked, forgetting she was supposed to be getting dressed.

“Of course I was,” Harry replied.

“If you were watching me so closely, how in Merlin did you catch the Snitch?”

“Well,” Harry said, blushing a little, “it wasn’t a very fast Snitch, and it kinda flew straight at me.”

“And our Seeker seemed more interested in you, than the Snitch anyway,” Ginny said, pulling her bra on, and turning for Harry to fix the clasp. “She seemed to concentrate a bit better after I accidentally flew into her.”

“I knew you meant it,” Harry said, chuckling, “you even swerved to get her.”

“Harry, she has been a nightmare this week. She’s talked non-stop about you,” Ginny said, pulling her jumper over her head. She mimicked her team-mate’s voice “Oh, I can’t believe I’m flying against the Harry Potter. He has beautiful eyes, his smile makes me so horny – I swear she is lucky I didn’t Bat Bogey Hex her.”

“She didn’t say that did she?” Harry asked, shuddering at the thought of affecting another woman that way.

“Well, no, but that’s what she meant,” Ginny huffed.

“Well, there is only one woman I want to make horny,” Harry said, as Ginny moved to his lap.

“I’m glad, because I am,” Ginny said, burying her face into his neck.

“Gin, we can’t do anything here – we’ll get caught,” Harry said, sounding a little frantic.

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” she asked, taking Harry’s ear lobe into her mouth, feeling him shudder beneath her. “We’ve both been so busy this week, we haven’t made love in days. No one else is here, so no one will know,” she whispered, her lips tickling Harry’s skin.

“Merlin, I love it when you do that,” Harry said, as Ginny’s tongue traced the shell of his ear, and then once again took his ear lobe into her mouth.

“Its not your ear I want in my mouth,” Ginny whispered, rocking her hips forward, and feeling a large bulge in Harry’s trousers. “Um, is that you wand in your pocket?” she asked, smiling broadly as Harry laughed loudly.

“Why don’t you find out,” he said, suddenly all the laughter gone from his voice.

“Bit keen, aren’t we?” Ginny teased, rocking her hips again, smiling as Harry’s head fell backwards, hitting the locker behind him.

“I’ve been keen all day, you know I love watching you ride your broom. I always imagine its me between those thighs,” Harry said, his hand moving between her legs, stroking her gently. “Seems, I’m not the only keen one,” he added, smirking as Ginny tightened herself around his hand.

“I’m always keen, you just have to smile at me, and I’m yours,” Ginny said, breathlessly.

“Good to know,” Harry replied, his fingers snaking beneath the elastic band of her knickers.

“Stop,” Ginny said, grabbing Harry’s wrist, as he was about to part her sex.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ginny said, slipping off of Harry’s legs, and kneeling before him. She ran her hand roughly over the bulge in his pants, grinning as Harry parted his legs in submission. “Do you trust me?” she asked, slowly unzipping his pants, making sure to let her hand graze across him.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t let myself be put in this position,” he replied, running his hand through her hair, as her fingers snaked into his boxer shorts.

“Stand up then,” Ginny said, moving a little to give him some room.

Ginny watched as Harry stood, shrugging off his cloak and dropping it on the bench beside them. He kicked off his shoes, and then let his jeans drop to his ankles and he hissed as Ginny nudged his cock with her face. Her hands moving up the back of his thighs, slowly cupping his backside, and moulding the flesh lovingly.

“I love your arse,” Ginny said, her hands now palm flat against him. “Turn around.”

Harry did what he was told, feeling Ginny stand up behind him. She pressed herself flush against him, running her hands down his arms, placing his palm flat on the lockers before them.

“I’m so hard Gin,” Harry said, his voice full of lust and want, “and you haven’t really touched me yet.”

“I promise to make you feel better soon,” Ginny said, her hands now undoing the buttons of Harry’s shirt.

“You always do,” Harry said, groaning as Ginny pinched his nipples, twisting them roughly. Ginny moved her hands over his chest, down his stomach, teasingly running her finger along the line of dark hair that disappeared beneath his boxer shorts.

“Where is your wand?” Ginny asked, her hands resting on his stomach.

“In my cloak,” Harry replied.

Ginny moved to his cloak, pulling his wand from his pocket; she walked back to him standing behind him again. She placed the tip of his wand between his shoulder blades, then slowly moved the wand downward, cutting the back of the shirt open.

“I love how muscular your back is,” Ginny said, pressing her lips to his hot skin. She flicked her tongue against him, tasting him. She gently tickled his sides, moving around him, now kissing his chest, as he continued to stand palm flat against the lockers. She took one of his nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him – enjoying the sounds he was making.

She moved her kisses upward, suckling on his collarbone, snaking her hand around his neck, then into his hair, massaging his scalp. Ginny continued to move, once again taking his earlobe into her mouth, sucking roughly.

“Kiss me,” Harry pleaded, his breath warm against her face.

“No kissing,” Ginny replied, peppering his jaw with tiny kisses, as she moved to his other ear. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yes,” Harry replied breathlessly.

“When I was little, Dad bought home some Muggle sweets. He used to always save me the lollipops, and I used to love sucking on them all day long,” she said, licking her lips, smiling as Harry closed his eyes.

“Gin, are you trying to kill me?” he asked, taking deep breaths.

Ginny smirked, licking Harry’s ear once more, “I want you to be my lollipop.”

“I want that too,” Harry said.

Ginny kissed Harry’s neck, and began moving slowly down his body. She paused at his nipples, taking one into her mouth, letting her teeth gently graze across him. She relaxed as she felt Harry’s hand in her hair, massaging her head gently as she moved across his chest, taking his other nipple into her mouth.

Ginny rolled her tongue over him, enjoying the soft moans coming from him. She slowly released Harry, kissing his chest as she began moving downward again. She stopped at his belly button, pressing her tongue against him, feeling his stomach muscles flinch as she began rubbing the fine hair that disappeared beneath his boxer shorts.

Ginny sat back, looking up, feeling her heart leap at Harry stared down at her; she smiled up at him as she placed her hands on his waist, and began pulling his boxer shorts down, being careful not to hurt him. Ginny took hold of him, rubbing gently as she pushed the boxer shorts all the way down his legs, feeling him kick them away.

Ginny moved her other hand to his cock, rubbing him roughly as she positioned herself comfortably on the bench. She moved her mouth to him, kissing the tip of his cock, hearing Harry hiss as she let her tongue tease him. Ginny swirled her tongue over him again, smiling as Harry swore. “Fuck, Gin, please...please do something.”

Ginny looked up at him, licking her lips as she pressed his cock towards his body, slowly lowering her mouth to him, peppering him with butterfly kisses as her hand began massage his balls.

She continued to massage him, as she ran her tongue slowly along the underside of his flesh, slowly moving towards the head. She began flicking her tongue against him, feeling, rather than hearing, Harry's sharp intake of breath. She continued to tease him, knowing that when she did take him into her mouth, he wouldn't last too long; but she didn't care, they had all night together to make up for it.

“I dropped one of my lollipops once,” Ginny said, moving from Harry, noticing he was becoming very frustrated.

“You...you did?” Harry asked, as Ginny began running her hands along his legs, letting her warm breath caress him, keeping her mouth tantalizingly close.

“But I learned my lesson – hold on tight, and use my tongue,” Ginny said, taking hold of him firmly and finally moving her mouth over him, taking him as deep as she could. She moved slowly back and forth, starting to stroke him with her hand as well. She could hear Harry moaning, chanting her name as she bought him closer to release. Harry looked down at Ginny, watching awed as she expertly moved over him, he could feel his body tensing and felt his eyes close, as he gave in to the pleasure that Ginny had created deep within.

~*~

“Oh, fuck,” Harry, grunted, as he continued to rock his hips, letting Ginny pleasure him until he couldn't take anymore. He pulled away from her, sitting on the bench, as though trying to regain his breath.

Ginny stood up, removing her bra and knickers, and then straddled Harry's lap. His eyes were still closed, his breathing ragged and to Ginny, he looked irresistible. Ginny reached for Harry's hand, bringing it to her mouth, gently kissing each finger as he watched her.

“I want you to touch me,” Ginny said, moving Harry's hand between her legs, “I need to come.”

“I want to use my mouth,” Harry said, gently pushing Ginny off his lap, and laying on the bench, patting his chest. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, slipping off his glasses.

Ginny smiled as she straddled his body. She shivered a little as Harry’s hands ran slowly up her legs, between her thighs, teasing her lightly. She groaned as Harry’s hands left her, but arched her back soon after as his hands palmed her breasts, her taut nipples begging for attention.

Ginny couldn’t remember a time when she was more aroused; she was aching to be touched, and vaguely wondered what Harry would do if he watched her pleasure herself – she doubted he would have much restraint.

Ginny looked down at Harry as his hands caressed her back, feeling goosebumps rise over her body as his fingers lightly touched her hot skin. She bit her lip in anticipation as Harry’s hands rested on her backside, slowly moving her forwards. Ginny placed her hands on the bench, taking firm hold as Harry kissed the inside of her thighs, his lips and tongue taking her breath away.

Ginny felt Harry part her sex, his tongue flicking momentarily over her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout her body. She instinctively moved forward again, lowering herself closer to Harry’s mouth – begging silently for more.

Harry moved his mouth over her again, his tongue firmer against her, sending yet another wave of pleasure crashing through her thighs. Ginny sighed with pleasure as Harry began to hum against her, his tongue swirling against her sensitive bud and his fingers teasing her opening.

She began to rock her hips against Harry’s mouth, swearing loudly as Harry slipped a finger inside her, teasing her with slow, drawn out movements. Ginny knew she was close, but desperately wanted to hold on to this intense pleasure that Harry was creating deep inside her and tried to move from him, wanting him to slow down. But Harry had other ideas; he removed his fingers from inside her, placed his hands on her waist, pulling her hard against his mouth.

Ginny screamed as her orgasm hit, her knuckles white as she held tightly to the bench. Her eyes were shut and)her body was heaving as she tried to take in as much oxygen as she could. She felt Harry move from beneath her, kissing her back, fondling her breasts, and whispering soft words to her that she couldn’t quite hear.

Harry moved his hand down Ginny’s body, holding her in place as he teased her opening with his cock. He placed the tip of his cock inside her, running his finger in circles around her clit, bringing her rapidly to climax once more. Ginny moaned Harry’s name, arching her back as he finally entered her; his cock resting deep within her, he relentlessly moved his fingers between her thighs.

“Too…too much,” Ginny moaned, grabbing him by the wrist, pulling his hand away from her body. She bought his hand to her mouth, taking one of his fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on his hand.

Harry began moving his hips, swearing as Ginny suckled his finger in time with his thrusts. She knew he was too turned on to last very long, and wasn’t surprised when he quickly came with a guttural grunt – his body unable to last any longer. He collapsed onto her back, his warm breath feeling nice against her sweaty skin.

~*~

“Can I kiss you now?” Harry asked.

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around him as her mouth moved to his; their tongues sensually moving against each other; their bodies pressed tightly together and their hands gently exploring each other.

“I love you,” Ginny whispered.

“I love you too,” Harry replied, moving from Ginny, summoning their clothes, quidditch gear and brooms and magically sent them to his flat. He wrapped his arms around Ginny, and Apparated them directly onto the bed.

“You’re getting better,” Ginny teased, “last time we ended up on the floor.”

Harry laughed, moving stray strands of hair from her face, “I didn’t hear any complaints at the time,” he said, his hand straying to her breast.

“Well, you were the one with his arse on the cold floor,” Ginny said, smiling fondly at the memory.

“You know I like you on top, so why would I complain,” Harry asked, flipping them, so he was beneath her.

“Yeah, but that’s …” she began, but Harry’s hands moved between their bodies, rendering her speechless.

~*~

“WEASLEY,” coach Gale shouted, waving Ginny down from the air.

Ginny lowered her broom, landing with a soft thud on the lush grass next to her coach. She dismounted her broom, wondering what she could have done wrong to be called from the air.

“This is for you,” coach Gale said, stuffing a brown wrapped package into her hands, and crossing her arms across her chest.

Ginny ripped the paper off, feeling her face heat up, her whole body felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. She cursed Harry and tried to smile as her coach took a step towards her, peering into the parcel.

“Lollipops, bit old for those aren’t you Weasley?” the coach asked, smirking.

“Yes, coach,” Ginny replied, looking at the ground and smiling at she thought of Harry. She mounted her broom, kicking off hard and counting down the minutes until she would see him, and wondered if they could share a few of the sweets when she arrived home.