As the first rays of dawn painted the Burrow in a soft, ethereal glow, the world outside lay cloaked in pristine white. The snow that had fallen during the previous days had transformed the landscape into a winter wonderland, turning the Weasley's already charming abode into a scene that seemed to have been lifted from a storybook. Christmas Day had arrived, and with it came a sense of magic that extended beyond the enchanting blanket of snow.
For the Weasley family, this day was particularly special, as it marked the only occasion during the year when Ron, and by extension Harry who was now a cherished part of their family, willingly rose from slumber at a reasonable hour. As the family gathered around the table, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation and cheer. Ron and Harry were wide awake, their enthusiasm mirrored in their animated chatter.
Amidst the clinking of cutlery and the laughter that filled the room, the Weasleys were in their element, with laughter and conversation flowing like water. The exchange of stories and jokes was punctuated by the knowledge that this was a day to be cherished, a day when their bond was celebrated with unwavering warmth.
As the meal came to an end, Mrs. Weasley's eyes twinkled mischievously as she announced the much-awaited event. "Who's ready for presents?"
Ron practically vibrated with anticipation, his eagerness practically tangible. "Finally!"
Ginny rolled her eyes playfully at her brother's enthusiasm. "Settle down, Ron. We'll get there."
They all made their way over to the sitting room, which was glowing with the white lights of the Christmas Tree. Mrs. Weasley, the heart and soul of their holiday tradition, took centre stage as she distributed gifts with an air of excitement that was contagious.
Starting with her own presents, Mrs. Weasley's hands worked with practiced precision. The room hummed with anticipation as each family member received a meticulously wrapped package, bearing their initials in her distinctive handwriting.
Ron's excitement was palpable as he unwrapped his gift, revealing the customary Weasley jumper, lovingly crafted by Mrs. Weasley's hands. "Mum, you're a legend!" he exclaimed, immediately donning the red garment, Harry recieved a similar one, thanking Molly for her kindness.
Fred and George exchanged grins as they unveiled their matching scarves and hats, each set in their favourite colours. "Cheers, Mum! These will keep us warm in style," Fred said with a wink, while George nodded in agreement.
Ginny's eyes lit up as she unwrapped her gift, revealing a scarf and hat that perfectly matched her vibrant personality. "Oh, Mum, these are fantastic! Thank you!"
The most poignant moment arrived when Mrs. Weasley handed out two final jumpers, one for herself and one for Fleur. Bill's fiancée had not seamlessly become a part of their family, but this gesture showed where Molly's headspace was. Bill's expression held a mixture of appreciation and affection. "Mum, this is... it's wonderful. Thank you."
Fleur, her eyes shimmering with gratitude, turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley. Zey are lovely, and I am touched by your kindness."
Everybody had soon put aside or put on their Weasley clothing, and Mrs. Weasley beamed at her family, her eyes shining with joy. "I'm so glad you all like them. Shall we move on to the rest of the presents?"
The response was a resounding yes.
The chaotic but heartwarming exchange of gifts began, as each family member took their turn in distributing presents they had thoughtfully chosen for one another. Amidst the cheerful commotion, Ron handed Harry a carefully wrapped package, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Happy Christmas, mate. Hope you like it."
Harry grinned in response, accepting the gift with a nod of appreciation. With nimble fingers, he unwrapped the package to reveal a book about quidditch history. The corners of Harry's mouth curled upwards as he examined the cover, his interest piqued. "This is perfect, Ron! Thanks a lot. I'll get your present to you later."
Ron's smile widened, a mix of pride and satisfaction evident in his expression. "No problem, Harry. I figured you'd enjoy it."
Turning his attention to Ginny, who was sitting beside him, Harry found her looking at him with an eager anticipation. She handed him a small gift, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Happy Christmas, Harry."
Tearing open the wrapping, Harry revealed a photograph. As he pulled it out, he was met with the sight of his parents, Lily and James, captured in a moment of pure happiness during their time at Hogwarts. They were smiling at each other, their eyes filled with the kind of love that had always eluded Harry but had forever remained a part of him. The emotions stirred within him, and he felt a lump form in his throat.
"Wow, Ginny," he whispered, his voice laden with gratitude and emotion. "This is... amazing. Where did you find this?"
Ginny's smile held a touch of sentimentality as she answered, "Sirius and I found it in his old belongings. He thought you'd like to have it."
Harry's eyes met hers, a profound appreciation in his gaze. "Thank you. It's... it's really special."
Their eyes locked for a moment, and Harry felt a connection that transcended words. Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her cheek affectionately. "I love you, Ginny."
Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shyness, and she returned his sentiment with a soft smile. "I love you too, Harry."
But the gift exchange was far from over. With a playful glint in his eye, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Handing it to Ginny, he watched as she unwrapped it with curiosity. Inside the box lay a delicate gold necklace, adorned with intricate patterns that caught the light and shimmered beautifully. Harry's gaze met Ginny's, his expression a mix of anticipation and pride. "I wanted to give you something special too."
Ginny's eyes widened as she held the necklace in her hand, clearly touched by the gesture. "Harry, it's gorgeous..."
He nodded, a warm smile gracing his lips. "But it's not just a necklace. I've added a few charms to it. If you're ever in danger, it'll alert me, and it can work as an emergency portkey if you say 'Horntail.'"
Ginny's gaze held a mixture of surprise and appreciation, her fingers tracing the delicate details of the necklace. "You think of everything, don't you?"
Harry's laughter was gentle as he replied, "I just want to keep you safe."
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them connected by their love and the shared moments they had treasured. But the moment was soon interrupted by the constant sounds of presents being unwrapped. As the gift exchange continued, Harry was met with a delightful array of presents that reflected the unique tastes and personalities of his friends and family.
Bill handed him a book on curse-breaking, a thoughtful choice considering Harry's adventurous spirit and his many encounters with dark magic. "Thanks, Bill. I'll definitely put this to good use," Harry said with a grin, appreciating the practicality of the gift.
Next up was Fleur, who presented him with a wand holster, a finely crafted accessory that oozed elegance and charm. Harry marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship. "Fleur, this is stunning! Thank you so much."
Fleur's smile was radiant as she responded, "You are welcome, 'Arry. I thought it would complement your wand nicely."
The twins, Fred and George, couldn't resist adding a touch of mischief to the proceedings. Their gift, a package of instant darkness powder, came with an intriguing note of potential usefulness. "We thought this might come in handy, mate," Fred explained with a sly grin.
Harry chuckled, knowing the twins had a knack for inventing unique and unconventional magical items. "I'm sure it will, thanks, you two. Oh, and speaking of presents, yours will be arriving a bit later," he added cryptically.
Fred and George exchanged curious glances, clearly intrigued by Harry's mysterious comment. "Really? Well, we'll be looking forward to that," George replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
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As the last gift was opened, Mrs. Weasley rose from her seat with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Right, why don't you all go out and play in the orchard whilst I get started on the food." Her suggestion earned an array of enthusiastic responses.
"Sounds like a plan!" Ron exclaimed, ever eager for some quidditch action.
"Yeah, let's do it!" Harry chimed in with a grin.
Arthur nodded in agreement. "Molly, I'll help you with the cooking. Fleur, you're welcome to join us in the kitchen as well."
Fleur gracefully accepted the invitation. "Of course, zat sounds like a lovely idea. I don't care for quidditch much."
With the cooking responsibilities settled, the family gathered their brooms and made their way outside. The yard transformed into a winter wonderland, the patchy snow adding an extra layer of excitement to the upcoming game.
Ginny turned to her brother and Harry, a competitive gleam in her eye. "You two ready for a challenge?"
Ron chuckled. "You bet, Gin. You're in for it now!"
The banter continued, and soon, they took to the sky, the chill in the air invigorating their spirits. The game unfolded with a mix of skill and playful antics, with Ron leading his team with a surprising level of determination. Ginny's agile moves and Harry's swift reflexes added to the thrill of the match. After a few hours of play, Ron's team was victorious and they called it a day.
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Amidst the delicious spread of the Christmas meal, the atmosphere in the Weasley household was warm and festive. The family and Harry gathered around the table, savoring the mouthwatering dishes lovingly prepared by Molly, Arthur, and Fleur. The clinking of cutlery and the occasional murmur of delight were the backdrop to their shared joy.
As everyone savored the meal, a subtle change in the room's ambiance caught their attention. Bill's eyes flicked towards the window, his curiosity piqued by a distant movement. Harry, a knowing smile playing on his lips, glanced in the same direction, his heart pounding with anticipation.
A group of owls appeared on the horizon, gracefully descending towards the Burrow. With graceful precision, the owls dropped an array of packages, each landing softly by the window. The family exchanged glances, their curiosity growing, until Harry's magic-filled gesture opened the window and ushered the packages into the room. Gasps of surprise and awe rippled through the room as the packages floated gracefully toward their recipients.
Molly's eyes widened with disbelief as she took in the pile of packages. "Oh, dear... This is too much," she murmured, a mixture of astonishment and gratitude in her voice.
Arthur's gaze shifted from the packages to Harry, a raised eyebrow conveying a silent question about his display of magic. Molly, her motherly instincts kicking in, turned to Harry with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Harry, dear, how did you do that?"
Harry met Molly's gaze with a reassuring smile. "It's just a bit of magic, Mrs. Weasley. No need to worry."
As the packages were opened and the new broomsticks were revealed, Ron's eyes widened with delight as he pulled out his own custom keeper's broom. Ecstatic, he gave Harry a friendly hug. "Mate, you're the best!"
Amidst the chorus of "thank yous" and words of amazement, Ginny's voice stood out as she stepped closer to Harry. Her eyes were bright with appreciation, and her lips found his in a grateful peck. "This is incredible, Harry." Thankfully, Molly soon settled down and accepted the gifts, the group returned to eating.
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As the meal began to wind down, the family members leaned back in their chairs, savoring the last bites of food. The warmth of the moment lingered, even as the plates were cleared away and the table was tidied up.
Eventually, the day's festivities reached their natural conclusion. The family members began to disperse, heading to their respective rooms to rest and prepare for the day ahead. The Burrow was enveloped in a comfortable quietness as the day's activities began to catch up with everyone.
Amidst the subdued atmosphere, Molly and Arthur approached Harry, their expressions warm and appreciative. They exchanged knowing glances before Arthur spoke up, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Harry, we wanted to have a little chat before you turn in for the night."
Harry met their gazes, curious but also a touch apprehensive. He nodded, his expression respectful. "Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
Molly smiled gently, her eyes twinkling. "Harry, please for the last time call me Molly, but we want to thank you again for the wonderful gifts you've given us. The broomsticks were such a thoughtful gesture, and we truly appreciate your generosity."
Arthur nodded in agreement. "Indeed. As a special Christmas treat and a thank you for the brooms, we wanted to give you our blessing to spend the night in Ginny's room."
Harry's cheeks flushed, and he shifted slightly under their gaze. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events, and the idea left him feeling a bit flustered. "Uh, well, I... I appreciate that, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley....Molly...Arthur, but, uh, I hope you know how much Ginny means to me, and I would never want to disrespect you or her."
Molly's smile softened, her understanding evident. "Harry, dear, we trust you. We know the bond you share with Ginny, and we wouldn't offer this if we didn't feel comfortable with it. Consider it a way of showing our appreciation and trust in you."
Arthur placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're family to us, Harry. We see the love and care you've shown Ginny, and we want you to feel welcome here."
Molly patted his hand affectionately. "Now, get some rest. We'll see you in the morning."
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As everybody made their way up to bed, Ron gave Harry a little wave and a wink. He paused in front of Ginny's bedroom door, his hand hovering over the doorknob, before he gently pushed it open. Ginny sat on her bed, a book in her hands, her red hair tumbling over her shoulders. As the door creaked open, her head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, quickly setting her book aside and rising to her feet. "What are you doing here? Someone might see!"
Harry chuckled softly, his heart warmed by her immediate concern. "Don't worry, Gin. I've got it covered."
She looked at him skeptically, her eyebrows raised. "Are you sure? I mean, we wouldn't want to—"
With a grin, Harry leaned against the doorframe, his voice laced with excitement. "Well, after dinner, your mum and dad pulled me aside. And, believe it or not, they gave me their blessing to spend the night here with you."
Ginny's eyes widened in astonishment, her lips parting in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
Harry nodded, his expression softening. "Absolutely. They wanted to thank me for the broomsticks and show their trust in us."
A brilliant smile illuminated Ginny's face, and her eyes shimmered with joy. In an instant, she closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was both sweet and full of pent-up longing. Harry's arms instinctively encircled her waist, drawing her closer as they shared the warmth of their affection.
When they finally pulled away, breathless and grinning, Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight. "This is amazing, Harry!"
He chuckled, his fingers gently brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I thought you might like it."
Ginny's playful expression returned as she teasingly jabbed his shoulder. "Like it? I love it! But seriously, you should've seen your face when you walked in. Priceless!"
Harry laughed, his heart lighter than it had been in a while. "Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting it either. Your parents are pretty cool."
Ginny rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing on her lips. "They have their moments."
As the embrace deepened and the warmth of their connection enveloped them, Harry and Ginny found themselves moving closer to the bed. Their kisses grew more fervent, fueled by the unspoken emotions that had been building between them for so long. The room seemed to grow warmer with every stolen touch, the tension between them reaching its peak.
Ginny's fingers tangled in Harry's hair, gently pulling him closer as their lips met in a series of passionate kisses. Harry's hands traced the contours of her back, his touch igniting a fire within both of them. Each touch, each caress, conveyed a depth of longing and affection that words could never fully capture.
Their heartbeats synced in rhythm as they explored the contours of each other's mouths, their breath mingling in the charged air. The world beyond the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of warmth and desire. Ginny's lips tasted of sweetness and promise, and Harry's pulse quickened with every press of her mouth against his.
As they continued to kiss, their bodies moved in harmony, a dance of closeness and connection. Ginny's hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, and Harry's touch trailed down her back, causing shivers of pleasure to ripple through her. The sensation of their bodies pressing against each other sent waves of heat coursing through them, erasing any lingering doubts or hesitations.
Ginny's fingers brushed against Harry's cheek, her touch tender and affectionate. Their heavy breaths synchronized as they allowed the moment to linger, their foreheads resting against each other. Their kisses deepened, growing more urgent, as the intensity of their emotions poured into every touch. Both of their tops soon were flung onto the floor, leaving them both bare above the waist, with Harry taking the opportunity to massage her perky tits, causing Ginny to moan out in his mouth.
Ginny's fingers brushed against Harry's cheek, her touch tender and affectionate. Their heavy breaths synchronized as they allowed the moment to linger, their foreheads resting against each other.
Her voice, tinged with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, reached his ears as she whispered, "Harry, I've got one final present for you."
Harry's heart raced, his gaze locked onto Ginny's eyes as he listened intently, the heat of their previous moments still coursing through his veins. He nodded, his own voice a little breathless as he responded, "I'm all ears, Gin."
A mischievous smile danced on her lips, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest as she continued, "I thought, maybe tonight, we could try something a little different."
Harry's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and curiosity. He swallowed, his voice husky as he replied, "Different, huh?"
Ginny's smile grew, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. "Well you always tell me how much you love my bum, so I was thinking you could...well...put it in there"
Harry's lips curved into a smirk, his heart pounding in his chest. The idea of fucking her ass had always been something he'd thought about, but thought best not to bring up, and he felt his cock harden instantly. Instead of answering her with words, he pounced on her like a lion, pinning her down on her bed.
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Harry was more horny than he'd ever been in his entire life. The prospect of anal sex was driving him insane, and not just with any ass. Ginny's ass. She probably had the tightest, toned ass he'd ever laid eyes on, and he was about to bugger it. She'd made sure to give him an incredibly sloppy blowjob to try and lube him up as best as possible, which Harry adored, but she'd also got some additonal lube as well.
"Lube me up, baby" Ginny whispered to him, clearly very excited but also slightly nervous.
With a graceful movement, he retrieved a bottle of soothing oil that he had seen in the room. Ginny watched with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation as he poured a small amount onto his palms, rubbing them together to warm the liquid. The faint scent of the oil filled the air, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.
Carefully, Harry placed his hands on her bare legs, his touch firm yet gentle. He started to massage her tense muscles, his fingers working their magic as he applied the right amount of pressure. Ginny couldn't help but shiver at the initial contact, a mix of pleasure and nerves washing over her, as Harry made his way down towards her backside.
As his hands glided over her skin, Harry's peachy arse. Slowly and gently, he pushed his finger into her asshole. Ginny inhaled sharply as it entered, the feeling completely foreign to her. Harry watched as her puckered hole flexed involuntarily around his index finger as he pushed it in, rubbing the lube on its walls. Harry poured some more of the oily substance around the area, and managed to push his finger further and further in, until he was comfortable that it was lubed up enough. Ginny had also somwhat got used to the feeling, albeit it was only a finger, not his thick member, but she actually found it quite pleasurable.
Ginny slowly changed her position, lying down on her front, and she turned around at Harry and nodded, giving him the all-clear. Harry understood this, and gave her some succulent kisses on the neck to try and ease her nerves and turn her on at the same time. He looked down at her nether regions and realised she didn't need much more turning on; a small puddle of her juices was on the sheets - maybe she really was looking forward to this.
Ginny shivered as she felt the tip of his thick cock press against her tight, virgin hole. She took a deep breath as Harry slowly and carefully guided the tip into her ass, slipping inside of her. Her hole gripped him tightly as he entered, and Harry resisted to his best not to lunge forward and bask in the tightness, but he restricted himself, allowing GInny to adapt to the new sensation. Ginny grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slowly slid another inch further into her asshole. Harry gave her another minute to adjust, and soon he started to feel Ginny beginning to move back onto him, pushing him deeper into her. Harry's head shot back as she gripped him like a vice. The feeling was so warm and tight, but completely different from a pussy. It felt raw, hot and sexy.
It was evident that Ginny was starting to really enjoy anal now. She gasped as Harry began to up his speed and rhythm, moving his hips forward and burying his length deep inside of her until he couldn't go any further.
"Oh my god...Fuckk..." She grunted as Harry fucked her hard. The sound of his balls slapping against her cheeks was music to her ears as she pushed back into him as he thrusted. Ginny couldn't really describe the feeling. When he fucked her in her pussy, she felt complete and so madly in love. But right now, she felt...she felt full, like she was expanding. And she fucking loved it. Harry pushed his cock further inside of her ass and Ginny's pussy juices were now leaking into her ass, providing some additional lubrication. Harry grabbed her cheeks, her tits and finally her hips as he drove himself into her ass again and again, fucking her like a dog.
"FUCKKK" She screamed out, her emotions finally getting the better of her. Ginny''s mouth hang open as her asshole writed and quivered around his thick cock, gripping it like it never wanted him to leave. Ginny had completely surrended herself to the pounding, and was addicted to the sensation of a cock up her arse. Harry plowed forward and back, forward and back, her ass swallowing up his length again and again, causing Ginny to scream even more. Harry knew she was loving it, so spiced it up some more.
"FUCKKK....HARRY...FUCK MY FUCKKINNGGG ARSE...YESSSSSSSS." She sceramed out as he spanked her and fucked her hard, with each individual thust causing more and more pleasure to rush through her body.
Harry doubled-down on the task at hand, he held her hips for support and destroyed her asshole. He ploughed down into her with all of his might. He drilled his pulsating cock in, feeeling her fleshy walls rubbing against his thick length and he knew it wouldn't be long until he came. But thankfully for Harry, Ginny was also there.
After a few final mammoth thrusts of his hips, Ginny cried out as her orgasm finally hit her, "OH MY GODDDDD....FUCKKKKKKKK....IM GONNA...IM GONNA...CUMMMMMMM." Harry had never heard Ginny scream so much in his life.
Her asshole started to spasm around his length, and her entire body froze up as she continued to scream. Juices began flowing out of her soaking wet cunt as she moved one of her hands down to roughly rub her clit as the earth-shattering orgasms ran through her hard.
"Fuckk..." Harry grunted as her shaking orgasm finally pushed him over the edge as well, his balls tightening, and shooting a stream of thick, steaming, cum deep into Ginny's red and gaping asshole. She clenched around him one last time, before he moved out of the hole.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed again, taking a moment to catch their breaths. The two of them continued to fuck like animals deep into the night, and Ginny genuinely could barely walk the next day.