In the enchanting embrace of the Burrow's gardens, Harry and Ginny found a moment of serenity under the shade of an ancient apple tree. The sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a dappled pattern on the ground as they sat close together, their hands intertwined.
"So, we finally told everyone," Ginny said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. "And would you look at that? They all seemed happy for us."
Harry chuckled, his heart feeling light and content. "Yeah, I was surprised by Ron's reaction. I thought he might react like a protective fucking prat, but he was surprisingly supportive."
Ginny leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice soft and playful. "Well, we've known each other for so long; it was only a matter of time before everyone else caught on."
He chuckled, glancing at her fondly. "You're right. I guess our secret wasn't that well-kept after all."
She grinned mischievously. "But you know, Harry, I've been thinking about something else too."
"What's that?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Ginny hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice a mixture of sincerity and jest. "Well, you know how you've been noticing your magical power increasing after we starting having sex?"
Harry nodded, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "Yeah, it's been quite noticeable. I can't quite figure out why though."
Ginny's smile widened as she continued, "I've been thinking, and I wanted to reaffirm that I'm cool with you trying to abuse that power, you know? If having sex with girls helps you in the fight, then you better be shagging like an animal, because if you die I don't know what I'd do. So, I wanted to tell you again, Harry, that I'm okay with it, and maybe I could also get involved sometimes" She said winking at him.
Harry looked at her in surprise, and he felt closer to her now than he ever had before.
Ginny playfully rolled her eyes, giving him a light nudge. "As long as it's purely fucking Harry…none of that feelings bullshit. You leave that for me Potter! And if I want sex you better not keep me waiting!"
Harry burst into laughter, finding her outlook both surprising and endearing. "You're amazing, Ginny. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life."
Ginny's eyes twinkled with affection as she looked back at him. "And I can't believe how lucky I am to have you, Harry. I love you."
"I love you too." He whispered in her ear.
Their conversation was cut short as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Time seemed to slow as they lost themselves in the moment, savouring the warmth of each other's touch.
But just as their passion began to deepen, the sound of Mrs. Weasley's voice called from the door of the Burrow. "Harry! Ginny! It's time to head off to the station!"
Reluctantly, they pulled apart, their breaths mingling in the air. Ginny laughed softly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, it seems like we'll have to continue this later," she teased.
Harry grinned, his heart still racing from the kiss. "Definitely."
Ginny chuckled, leaning in for one more sweet kiss before they headed back to the Burrow. Hand in hand, they joined the rest of the Weasley family, ready to embark on a new year at Hogwarts. And apparently, it would hopefully be a year full of sex.
Onboard the Hogwarts Express, the train rumbled along the tracks as students filled the compartments with laughter and excitement for the new school year. Harry found himself seated with Ron and Hermione, catching up on the adventures they had during their summer break.
As they chatted, Ginny leaned in and gave Harry a sweet peck on the lips. "I'm going to go and talk to some of my friends, but I'll see you around at school," she said, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.
Harry smiled, his heart swelling with love for her. "Sure, have fun catching up with everyone. And thanks for your suggestion, Gin – I love you."
Ginny playfully rolled her eyes. "Harry, I've told you before, I'm fine with you doing what you want. Just make sure to save some time for me," she teased, giving him a playful wink before heading off to join her friends.
As she walked away, Harry's smile lingered. He felt incredibly lucky to have Ginny in his life, someone who accepted and supported him unconditionally.
Joining Ron and Hermione, they continued their conversation, with Hermione sharing stories of the books she had read and the magical creatures she had encountered during her summer travels. Ron chimed in with some amusing anecdotes of his own, making Harry laugh heartily.
A few hours into the journey, Ron and Hermione became engrossed in a game of Wizard's Chess, their competitive spirits fueling the intensity of the match. Harry watched them with amusement, appreciating the familiarity and comfort of being with his two best friends.
Feeling the need to stretch his legs, Harry excused himself to go to the loo. He made his way down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, glancing into different compartments and catching glimpses of the magical world passing by outside the window.
As he walked, he noticed Daphne Greengrass sitting alone in one of the compartments. Daphne was a fellow student he had shared most of his classes with, but they had never really interacted beyond the occasional small talk.
Curiosity got the better of him, and with a subtle sense of anticipation, he decided to join her. Perhaps it was the thrill of the unknown, or maybe it was her alluring presence that drew him in.
He knocked softly on the compartment door, and Daphne looked up, her striking eyes locking onto his. For a moment, she seemed taken aback, as if she hadn't expected him to approach. But then, a slow smile crept onto her lips, and she motioned for him to come in.
"Hey, Harry," she greeted, her voice a velvety caress. "Care to join me?"
"Sure, thanks," Harry replied, sliding into the seat across from her.
As they settled into conversation, he couldn't help but notice how Daphne's eyes seemed to linger on him, studying him intently. It was unnerving, yet oddly thrilling, and he found himself captivated by the way her eyes seemed to hold a magnetic pull.
As they talked, their bodies subtly shifted closer, and the air seemed to crackle with a newfound tension. Harry couldn't deny the physical attraction that seemed to be sparking between them. Her gaze felt like a gentle touch, tracing the contours of his face, and he was drawn into the depths of her captivating eyes.
But it wasn't just her eyes that had him entranced. Daphne's every move seemed to exude a certain allure, and he found himself mesmerized by her presence. Her dark hair cascaded in waves, framing her delicate features, and he noticed the slight quirk of her lips whenever she smiled.
In a moment of vulnerability, Daphne admitted, "You have the most captivating eyes, Harry. They're like emeralds."
He blushed, feeling a mix of surprise and flattery. "Thank you," he mumbled, his heart quickening at the compliment, "Wanna cut the crap and fuck?" Harry blurted out, almost accidentally.
Daphne reared back in shock, but as her mind seemed to process the request, she moved over towards Harry and gently kissed him. Harry returned the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance of their now shared space. With a glance towards the door, Harry waved his hand and the door locked, and the blinds shut. Wandless magic was a skill that he'd developed as a result of his connections with Ginny, and it was one of the things they had wandered might get better with an increased variety of girls.
In between kisses, Daphne removed her jumper, and began to undo her blouse. Harry stopped her, saying he'd always wanted to fuck a schoolgirl in her uniform. She felt his hands slip down towards he things, and they reached the hem of her cotton knickers. He could feel that they were already damp with her juices, and Harry was getting hornier by the second. It was different with Daphne, he didn't love her like he did Ginny. This was purely physical, there were next to no emotions involved.
Carefully, he slid the knickers down her legs and off of her body. Moving them to the space between their faces, he sniffed them in front of her, and put them in his pocket. Harry's hand returned to her thighs, and small circular motions around her clit and a moan purred out of Daphne's mouth.
"Harryyy...what if someone's looking?" She said, not realising that Harry had shut the door and closed the blinds.
She gasped as his fingers continued to move between her legs, sliding over her folds, pressing into her.
"Tell me to stop and I will," he said softly into her ear.
He pressed his fingers a little harder against her, and he began to stroke her in a gentle rhythm. Daphne felt a finger just barely dip inside her before it trailed back up, finding her enlarged clit and twirling around it in consistent motion, causing her to moan more.
The fingers of Harry's left hand were still tracing around her clit, the sensations driving Daphne insane. His right hand moved up to cover her mouth, slightly worried that her noises might be drawing attention to themselves.
She whimpered more and more as Harry's fingers pistoned into her like a machine, and she watched them disappear in and out of her pussy. A third finger slipped inside her and she almost squirmed against his hand covering her mouth as her body sagged against him.
Daphne had had enough, she grabbed his hand that was covering her mouth and said, "Harry, if you don't put your fucking cock in my wet pussy right now, I'll rip your balls off."
Harry didn't need a second invitation, and immediately pulled his trousers down, his 7-inch cock springing free from its restraints. Daphne gulped, and then licked her lips as she saw his well-shaped wood, before Harry pushed her firmly into the seats, which lifted her ass into a more favourable position, giving Harry access to her entrance.
Without hesitation, Harry lifted up her skirt, and rammed into her pussy: and god it was tight, maybe not as tight as Ginny's but my god he like it. He placed his hands on her jiggling ass, stabilising himself as he ploughed into her with no remorse. Daphne was no virgin, but she'd never had sex like this. Harry wasn't making love to her, he was fucking her, and she couldn't get enough of it.
"You like that?" Daphne demanded, slamming her arse against his cock and thighs in a rhythmic motion.. Her tits were visibly bouncing up and down under her shirt, which turned Harry on even more. "You like my fucking cunt?"
"Yes! Your cunt is fucking great." Harry responded quickly, gritting his teeth. "I love your tight fucking cunt."
Daphne screamed into the seat, trying to limit the noise output as Harry fucked her into next week. Each powerful thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure shooting through her shaking body. Her noises just made Harry go harder, and his balls continued to slam into her ass as he upped his pace. By this point, Daphne was riding out her third orgasm, barely conscious at the moment, her eyes rolling back towards the sky as pleasure filled her existence. Finally, Harry announced that he was close, and pulled out of her.
Quickly getting down onto her knees, she opened her mouth wide and took his length into her gaping hole just as Harry unleashed a burst of thick, white cum. Daphne just avoid managed to swallow it all, and gave Harry a quick wink. As Harry got his breath back, that familiar feeling of magical energy build-up came back, similarly as it had a few months ago with Ginny, and Harry knew that her plan had worked. Sex made him stronger, and boy did that mean he was looking forward to this year.
Giving Daphne one last kiss, he tidied himself up and headed back towards Ron and Hermione, a large grin plastered onto his face.