After a few more enjoyable days at Grimmauld Place, Harry couldn't wait to visit the Burrow. As he stepped through the door, the Weasley family's chorus of greetings enveloped him. Mrs. Weasley's warm hug made him feel like he was truly part of their family. He saw Arthur, Ron, the Twins, Ginny and even Bill had come round for the days leading up till Christmas.
"Alright there, mate? Ginny's been counting the minutes till you arrived," Ron said with a grin, earning a playful shove from his sister.
Ginny's eyes lit up as she hugged Harry tightly. "I've missed you," she whispered, her words carrying a touch of longing.
"I missed you too, Gin," Harry replied, feeling a wave of happiness at her presence, and the two shared a sweet kiss.
Ron, ever the comedian, couldn't resist another quip. "Hey, you two, save it for when the rest of us are out of the room. Get a room!"
The room erupted in laughter, with Mrs. Weasley giving Ron a stern look. "Ronald! Behave yourself," she scolded, though a hint of amusement twinkled in her eyes.
"Sorry, Mum, couldn't help it," Ron said, feigning innocence.
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Amidst the lively banter, the mouth-watering aroma of Mrs Weasley's cooking drifted from the kitchen. The tantalizing scent hinted at a delicious meal in the making. As they all gathered around the table, the conversation flowed effortlessly.
"So, Bill, how's Gringotts treating you?" Harry inquired, genuinely curious about Bill's work.
Bill grinned, his long hair tied back as he leaned forward. "It's challenging, but I love it. Ancient magical artifacts, secretive vaults – it's like being in a real-life adventure. I'm quite interested in Curse-Breaking, and I'll be working with that team in January."
The Twins, Fred and George, couldn't resist chiming in. "Speaking of adventures, we've got some new products at the shop that would make even Gringotts seem tame," George declared with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, you should drop by before you head back to Hogwarts, given that you're a very special customer" Fred added, winking at Harry, referencing the fact that Harry actually gave Fred and George the money to start up the business.
Harry chuckled. "I wouldn't miss it."
As the meal progressed, they talked about their time at Hogwarts, Bill's job, and a myriad of topics. Ginny shared tales of her Quidditch matches, Ron proudly recounted his chess victories, and the Twins regaled them with their latest pranks.
After the sumptuous feast, they decided to head out to the orchard for a game of Quidditch. As they flew on their brooms, Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. Ron and Ginny were on opposing teams, adding a competitive edge to the match.
"Harry, catch!" Ginny shouted, tossing the Quaffle his way.
Harry made a swift dive, snatching the Quaffle mid-air. "Nice throw, Ginny!" he yelled back, admiring her skills. The game was fiercely competitive, with Harry, Ginny and Ron on one team, against Bill, Fred and George.
Molly and Arthur watched from below, their faces radiant with maternal and paternal pride. "Look at them, enjoying themselves. It warms my heart," she said to her husband.
As the evening waned, Mrs. Weasley herded them inside. "Time for bed, everyone," she declared with a motherly authority, even though most of them were older than an age where bedtime was needed; but they obliged anyways.
Harry wasn't shocked to find himself in Ron's room, with Molly and Arthur probably not wanting any cuddling time under their roof. But Harry enjoyed being in Ron's room, it almost felt like a second home away from Hogwarts, a place where he belonged.
"Goodnight, mate," Ron said, giving Harry a friendly pat on the back.
"Night, Ron. Thanks for having me over," Harry replied, a genuine smile gracing his lips. But Harry had no intention of going to sleep. Whilst the others were distracted earlier, Ginny asked Harry to sneak out to her room after Ron went to sleep, and Harry wasn't going to say no to Ginny. So, once Harry heard the rumbling of the air as Ron's snoring started, he quietly crept out of bed. He put his invisibility cloak on for good measure, and stealthily made his way across the hall to Ginny's room.
Reaching Ginny's room, he found her waiting for him, as she said she would. The room was adorned with a soft ambiance, the moonlight casting a delicate glow upon her, making her appear even more enchanting.
Ginny's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she reached out to him with a warm, inviting smile, and she ushered him over towards her bed. Her embrace was like a tender sanctuary, pulling him into a world where everything else faded away. The gentle press of her lips against his cheek was a whisper of affection, and Harry felt a rush of emotions he couldn't put into words. Her arms enveloped him in a gentle yet firm hug, and it was as if a missing piece of Harry had found its place. Her touch, tender yet reassuring, sent a wave of comfort through him. Ginny's embrace felt like a homecoming, a haven where all the weight he carried could be set aside for a while.
With a soft, whispered "I missed you," Ginny pressed her lips to Harry's, and Harry could feel the love she felt for him, as he got under the covers to join her. Ginny's fingers gently traced the back of Harry's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Their lips moved in a slow, unhurried dance, exploring each other with a sweetness that spoke of care and tenderness. The duvet wrapped them in warmth as they shared this intimate connection.
They held each other close, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for this moment. The softness of Ginny's lips against his, the warmth of her pressed against him, created a feeling of belonging that was both comforting and exciting. It was a quiet exchange of love, a moment where the physical closeness said more than any words ever could.
After a while, their lips parted, but their foreheads rested together, their eyes locked in a deep, shared gaze. In that silence, they felt a sense of closeness that transcended the physical. It was an unspoken understanding, a bond that grew stronger with each passing second, that despite all of their other encounters with girls, they both knew that they were meant for each other. Ginny slid her hand into Harry's boxers and began to lightly stroke his cock, loving the look of pleasure forming on his face. In return, Harry moved his kisses down to her neck for a while, claiming her as his own with delicate suckles, before moving down to her sensitive breasts. He grabbed them in his hands, and began to massage the exterior, whilst bringing his tongue onto her nipple. Ginny bit her bottom lip as Harry's tongue danced on her nipple, twirling around the firm tissue.
Over the last few months, they'd each gotten to know exactly what the other liked; what turned them on, what stimulated them, and it led to the most pleasurable experiences, and Harry showed this in his flawless stimulation of her nipples, which she loved. Ginny took a quick break from the sensual hand-job she was giving, to slowly remove her lace, black panties, and threw them on the floor. Harry's eyes lit up as he saw it, and Ginny smiled as Harry made his move. He disappeared under the covers completely, caccooned in heat, and moved his head down towards her loins. His fingers probed around her clit, causing Ginny's breath to catch in her throat, before they finally found their mark, and he circled it for a while in a slow, sensual rhythm. Ginny's breath quickened as she felt Harry's own breath against her pussy, before eventually, he pushed his tongue into her depths.
"Mmmmm...Harryyy..." She moaned in a whisper, trying not to make too much noise as it was currently the early hours of the morning.
Harry really enjoyed eating Ginny out. Not only did she taste amazing, he just loved being able to make her feel good. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second, and Harry could tell she was getting closer and closer to her release. He decided to switch things up, moving his mouth onto her clit, encompassing it, before nibbling the swollen mound with his teeth, making sure to be gentle. Ginny's hips began to buck as Harry again slwoly began moving his tongue in and around her wet pussy, exploring her walls and crevices. Harry could feel Ginny's breathing rate increasing by the second, her chest moving up and down at a rapid rate as her orgasm approached. Knowing this, Harry increased his speed, devouring her juicy snatch, causing Ginny to squirm beneath him. She put her hand over her mouth to try to dampen her cries. For the final few seconds before her release, Ginny started rolling her hips forward and backwards across Harry's face, mashing his tongue against her dripping pussy as she finally came.
"Oh..oh....yes....yes...Harry...don't stop.....yes.....right there babe..."
Ginny burst out whilst trying to be quiet, which was fairly unsuccessful (thankfully the Weasley's were deep sleepers) and Harry lapped up Ginny's sweet juices which began to cover his face and tongue, whilst his fingers continued to play with her vibrating clit to maximize the length of her ecstasy.
After a few minutes of recovery in the form of some gentle, loving kisses, they both looked at each other with a look of love and desire. Harry reached down, removing his boxers, whilst positioning himself behind Ginny, spooning her. Ginny reached behind her back, and gently took hold of his rock-hard member, moving it towards her soaking entrance. They gave one another a final glance of approval, of love, before Harry moved his hips forward, and his cock slid into her. Ginny's eyes rolled towards the back of her head as Harry's length moved deeper and deeper inside of her. It was a feeling that she would never get used to, and she thanked Merlin for that. Harry looked down, and quietly grunted as he saw his cock penetrate her, stretching her tight, wet, pink lips around his pulsating girth. Harry had had sex with many women now; Hermione, Lavender, Daphne, Astoria, Luna to name a few, but he'd only ever made love to one of them. Sex with Ginny was completely different than it was with anybody else. At times, yes, he'd fuck her like he did the rest of them, and she was just as good if not better than all of them, but when they made love like this, in slow, passionate and synchronized movements of their bodies, it was like nothing else in the world existed. He was in a state of pure pleasure and love, and he craved it. Yearned for it.
Their slow movements combined with their perfectly synchronized timings resulted in plenty of friction between Harry's member and Ginny's walls, and in particular, her G-spot. This position allowed his tip to press into it again and again, which was sending Ginny in the right direction.
"I love you so mucchh...baby..." Ginny whispered as Harry continued to thrust into her, and even though it was slow, the sounds of combined juices trapped between her walls and his cock echoed under the sheets.
"Not as much as I love you." Harry whispered back, whilst he wrapped his arms around her chest, and he began massaging her sensitive tits. He loved the feel of them in his hands, perfectly sized, lovely and round, and they supported their own weight beautifully, and Harry found them incredibly sexy. Ginny continued to try and dampen her pleasurable cries, even covering her own mouth at one point as Harry reached newfound depths within her pussy. Harry also began to groan out in pleasure. Her tightness was unparalleled, it was genuinely like it was gripping down on him with effort, like it had a gravitational pull that brought him in deeper. The combination of warmth and tightness was sending Harry mad. Sex with, no, making love to Ginny was the best thing in the world.
Soon, Harry could sense that he was nearing hie climax, and he would not let himself come before she did. Trying to get her there, Harry began to thrust upwards, attempting to penetrate her with a new angle, and it seemed to work.
"Yessss." Ginny hissed as Harry kept going in this new orientation. Her fingers gripped her sheets shocklingly hard, and he wrapped his arms around her to keep her still. She even stopped moving herself onto him and just leid there and enjoyed the show; she adored the feeling of her naked body pressed against Harry, his cock deep inside of her soaking cunt, slowly moving inside and out. Her moans and cries turned more and more breathy by the second, and Harry could feel her walls beginning to tighten somehow, and then her cries transitioned into short, sharp breaths.
"Ooooh!" Ginny threw her head back as she reached her climax, "I love you..." she whispered as juices began flooding onto Harry's cock, and Harry couldn't take it anymore. With one final agonisinly slow thrust, his hot seed shot out of his tip in successive bursts, coating her inner walls. Ginny's legs were still shaking from her orgasm, and finally Harry collapsed next to her, and pecked her on the cheek. They both turned their heads towards each other, and looked deeply into their respective eyes, with a look of pure love. The couple cuddled and kissed for a good part of the next hour or so, putting the icing on the cake of what had been a perfect night.
Their fingers intertwined, cuddling in the warm cocoon of her sheets, ut they knew that Harry had to go back to Ron's room. Ginny's head rested on Harry's chest, her steady breaths creating a soothing rhythm that resonated within him. His fingers traced soft patterns on her arm, his touch a gentle reassurance that they were in this together. Their lips continued to meet in tender kisses, each one more loving than the last.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," Harry murmured, his voice a mixture of reluctance and longing, as he pressed a soft kiss to Ginny's forehead
Ginny's arms tightened around him, her fingers now tracing soothing circles on his back. "I know, Harry," she whispered, her voice carrying the same yearning. "But you have to go back to your room."
"I love you, Harry," Ginny murmured, looking at his bright, emerald eyes with happiness, but also sadness that he had to leave.
Harry's heart swelled, the weight of his own emotions finding voice in those three simple words. "Love you, Gin," he replied, and he regrettably dragged himself out of the bed. With one final, lingering kiss, Harry reluctantly pulled away. He stood, his fingers brushing over her cheek before he turned toward the door, and snuck back off towards Ron's room, and into bed, where he spent the rest of the night dreaming about her.