Asstr Harry Potter
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Asstr Harry Potter
Harry woke with a start. Something moved just beyond the
perimeter of his bed. Being in the middle of the first
blast of summer, the windows were full open and the moon
shone directly into their room. With a sudden intake of
breath Harry readied a yell as against his draperies, he
saw the shadow of a figure, poised near his bed with wand
raised.
"Soundelopus" someone hissed and a gentle spark issued from
the wand.
And yell Harry did! "Hey someone's in here!" He shouted to
the air, but his only answer was the issuance of Neville's
notorious snore. He drew himself up, away from the figure,
wishing he had his wand, or even his glasses.
"No one's gonna hear you Harry," squeaked a shy voice.
Harry sat stunned he knew that voice! The bed curtains were
pulled back, and through a blur, Harry could make out
Ginny's uncertain face.
"Ginny," he whispered harshly. His temper was flaring, she
had given him such a start. Now she was going to get both
of them in trouble. She knew that girls weren't allowed in
the boy's dormitories! "What are you doing here?"
"You don't have to whisper. No one can hear us," she said
in her normally quiet voice accompanied by a shy smile. "I
just wanted to thank you for rescuing me."
Harry reached for his glasses on the stand beside his bed.
"That's ok Ginny. But couldn't it have waited till
morning?"
Ginny looked up at him. Her cheeks were blushed as red as
the Weasley red-hair trademark. "I had to tell you tonight
cuz tomorrow we're going back home."
Harry considered this and nodded. Sometimes a thank you can
be pretty personal. They wouldn't get another chance to be
alone. Besides he kinda liked her. For not the first time,
he thought about how much fun he would have had if he had
siblings. Squashing back a pain of regret, he told her,
"It's ok Ginny, I was glad to help." He ended his words
with the most comforting smile he could muster. "But what
was that charm you cast before?"
"Oh that," she said blushing even redder. "Just something
that creates a bubble that lets sound in but not out."
"Wow. You mean I can shout as loud as I want to and no one
would hear me?"
Ginny nodded, trying not to meet his eyes.
"But that's great! Did you learn it here?"
"No," Ginny said finally looking up at him. "It's
umm� well it's a secret charm that Fred and George
taught me."
"I didn't know they knew a spell like that," Harry
commented. But seeing as they are always sneaking around I
suppose it would come in handy, he thought.
Ginny just nodded and looked down at her slippered feet.
Harry noticed for the first time that she was shivering
slightly in the night air. "Maybe you better get to bed.
You look cold," Harry said with concern.
"Well� Ummm� I was hoping that� Can I
stay with you for a while?" She looked up at him with hope
and admiration filling her eyes.
Harry didn't know what to say. Her request hit his gut
almost as hard as when Malfoy cast that breadbasket hex on
him in Potions Class and Snapes took 25 points away from
Grifendore just because he started heaving for breath.
Biting her bottom lip, Ginny appeared very wary, as if she
wanted to bolt, cry or fling herself at him. Or all three.
"If anyone caught you here, we'd both get in a lot of
trouble, even expelled!"
"Please Harry," she pleaded. "I don't wanna go back alone.
I'm afraid to be alone."
Harry's last bit of resistance melted when he saw her
shiver uncontrollably. He supposed it would be extremely
natural to still be afraid after what she'd been through.
She'd nearly died. So did he for that matter. And besides,
when it came down to it, he really didn't want to be alone
either, so he nodded. "OK," he said. "You can stay for a
while but you gotta go before dawn."
Ginny grinned and it reminded him of the blue Imps that
Professor Lockheart had released in Defense of the Dark
Arts class. For a moment it was unsettling, but then Ginny
was crawling up onto the bed. He watched her with mixed
feelings. He was certainly afraid about being caught, but
then there was another feeling too. Her nightgown, though
heavy clung to her back and shoulders, but hung down in
front and Harry glimpsed what he was certain to be her bare
chest. It was only for an instant, but it was enough. Oh
no, not now he thought as he felt a familiar arousal in his
groin.
Covering himself again with the blankets, he turned on his
side away from her and scooted as far as he could to the
edge of the bed.
He could feel as she settled down and slipped under the
covers. Once her leg brushed up against his, and they both
withdrew as suddenly as the contact had occurred. As she
stopped moving, he listened to her breath, afraid that if
he moved, he would accidentally come into contact with her.
Bad decision Harry, he berated himself.
It was an odd feeling, however, to be lying next to
someone, sharing their warmth under the blankets. He had to
admit that it felt rather nice. Perhaps too nice, he
thought with a groan and risked a squeeze of his member.
Harry froze. Oh no, she'd heard him. She knew what he was
doing and she'd tell someone for sure!
But Ginny didn't seem upset, instead she sidled up to him.
His skin burned, even through his pajamas, where she
touched him. "Thanks for letting me stay," she whispered
into his ear and kissed him on the cheek. Her arm snaked
around his chest and she snuggled closer into his back. He
could feel her body as she pressed into him, her warm
breath on his neck as she settled down on his pillow.
Every nerve on Harry's body was standing on end. He
shouldn't be feeling like this for her. She was only
eleven! But his rationale shot back that he was only
twelve. But still, he argued with himself. She's Ron's
sister! He'd kill me if he found out!
If only she'd go to sleep! But it wasn't to happen. Ginny's
arm didn't stay still for long, and her hand caressed his
chest and he found himself holding his breath, just as his
hand held his penis. The sensation of her fingers running
across his chest was almost too much as he squeezed himself
rhythmically. Just when he thought he couldn't take
anymore, her hand began hesitantly going lower.
What was she doing? He shouted in his head. He wanted to
jump up and yell, but he was afraid that if he did that, he
would frighten her, or worse, she'd stop. So he just stayed
still, both hoping she'd halt her ever downward travel, and
praying she'd continue.
Then her hand came into contact with his own and for a
moment, she stopped moving as though reconsidering. Harry
felt as though he were about to die. Her hand was just
millimeters away from his penis, only his own hand
separated the direct contact. He was just wondering what to
do, when her fingers began caressing the top of his hand.
His heart was beating so fast now, that he thought for she
that even she could hear it. Just when he thought that it
couldn't get better, Ginny's fingers drifted to the edge of
his hand, trying to wedge their way under.
"Shhhh Harry," She whispered into his ear. "It's ok."
What did she mean it was ok! It's� It's� Then
her hand managed to get under his own and she was holding
him tight and all conscious thought fled. The only thing he
could think of was how warm her hand felt and that he never
wanted her to let go.
Ginny giggled and pulled on him ever so slightly and Harry
felt his hips move to compensate for her movement.
Harry's eyes opened when she let go of him. Shy did she
stop? Didn't she like it? Did she do it just to shock him?
Well it worked. He was about to voice his objection when he
felt her hand slither under the elastic band of this
pajamas. Harry caught her wrist in his hand and writhed
onto his back. Ginny was on her side facing him, her head
propped up on her arm. She was smiling at him as her red
hair cascaded down her arm.
She leaned over and kissed him. Her lips were so very soft,
he thought. And her breath had just a hint of cinnamon. So
this was a kiss! Then he felt something warm and wet
pressed against his lips, struggling to enter his mouth. Is
that her tongue? Ewww, Harry thought and tried to pull back
but Ginny just moved with him until he was trapped against
his pillow.
Her tongue continued its barrage against his lips until he
relented and opened his mouth. Heat. With the tang of fresh
cinnamon and so wonderfully exciting. Now he knew why they
kissed like this in the movies. He wondered what else he
thought to be disgusting was actually fun. He found himself
eagerly seeking her mouth with his tongue, dancing with
hers. He put his arms around her, trying to pull her in.
Anything to get closer to him.
Ginny broke the kiss in a giggle, and Harry didn't want to
let go but watched her with breathless anticipation. There
was a twinkle in her eye as her hair flowed down around
them. "Harry, you're poking me," she said with another
giggle.
Harry, suddenly became aware of his penis pressing into her
thigh. He could feel himself blushing as the blood rose
swiftly to his cheeks. "I'm� a�," he groped for
words as he tried to wiggle out from under her.
"No don't," Ginny said softly as she put a leg on each side
of his hips. "I like it, don't you?"
Harry couldn't believe it. His penis was now pressing hard
against something that felt even more hot than her hand. It
was soft, yet firm and ever so hot. It was her sex, he
knew. He'd seen some of Uncle Vernon's girlie magazines
before. He wondered briefly if Ginny was as hairy down
there as the girls in the magazine were. She certainly
didn't have the boobs they did.
Ginny sat up, straddling him. Harry's eyes fell from her
gaze to her flat chest and then down to where her nightgown
crumpled between them, with one bare knee peaking out at
him. It still had an abrasion, red but healing. He suddenly
wished that he could kiss it and make it heal.
When he looked back at her face, she was smiling down on
him, then looked for herself at their sexes meshing against
each other. She gave a wriggle then dew up her nightgown,
shifting her weight to raise the hem until her white
panties were fully in view, resting solidly on his bulge.
Harry's eyes were glued to the hem as it rose, and when it
revealed her panties, he thought for sure he was going to
faint. Things like this just don't happen, he tried telling
himself, but then his other voice had to pipe in, Yeah
sure, and people don't go around living in diaries either.
It was real and it was happening to him. Her smile was so
damn contagious, he couldn't help but smile back at her.
When he did, she dropped her nightgown and leaned forward
and kissed him again. This time Harry, knowing what to
expect, opened his mouth in anticipation. Their lips and
tongues met and they kissed deep and long.
As they kissed, Harry's hands didn't remain still on her
back, but roamed downward onto her small butt and down her
thighs. When they came across the hem, Harry slipped his
hands underneath and felt her warm skin on her calf and
followed them to her knees and further up to her thighs
until he encountered the edge of her panties resting on the
globes of her rear end. He toyed with the edge momentarily
before gliding his hands over her panty-clad rear and up to
the small of her back, and further up, sliding his hands
over her bare skin, all the way to her shoulders.
She was hugging him now, their kiss momentarily ended,
though his hands were still gliding across her naked back.
He could feel every bone, every ridge and muscle. She
moaned slightly into his ear and it made Harry proud that
what he was doing felt good to her. He was suddenly aware
just how much he wanted to please her.
Ginny sat back up on him, his hands holding her at the
waist. She grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and in one
motion, had whipped it over her head. This was Harry's
first view of a real live naked (well almost naked) girl
and it threatened to overwhelm him. Her chest wasn't quite
as flat as he had thought. Two very slight mounds rose from
her skin and were topped by very hard and very tiny
nipples, scrunched up like two large, very pick raisons.
The freckles on her face, he was surprised to see,
continued onto her chest and the whole thing looked very
exciting and his fingers itched to feel these forbidden
areas.
But before he could raise his hands, she was back down on
him, once more hugging him as his hands coninued to roam
her back and sides.
It didn't take long for him to find her ticklish spot just
under her arms. At first when he touched it, she giggled
and squirmed a bit and he had to return. When he did, she
thrashed about a bit more and Harry used more pressure,
digging gently into her exposed flesh until she was flat on
her back and gasping for breath from the laughing fit.
She caught his hands, still giggling and looking down at
her, his heart felt so very light. He kissed her on the
forehead and laid down next to her, wrapping his arm around
her.
"Harry," Ginny said quietly, her hand entwined in his.
"Hmm?" Harry responded. His eyes were closed and he was
inhaling the delicate lavender fragrance in her hair.
"I never said what?" Harry asked opening his eyes to gaze
at her.
"Of course I do!" Harry shot back, offering a kiss. Now
that he knew what they could feel like, it was like he was
addicted to them. He wondered if there was a kiss flavor in
Bertie Bott's All Flavour Beans.
She kissed him back but broke the connection quicker than
he would have liked. He was slightly irritated but he held
back his retort.
"Then why aren't you touching me?" Her eyes seemed to be
searching his and Harry had the eerie feeling that she was
looking for something in his brain.
"I am touching you," he said in defense and moved his arm
that lay across her ribs. "See?"
She looked perplexed and slightly irritated. "No I mean
like this," she said as she drew his hand up and placed his
palm over her breast.
He could feel the pebble of a nipple poking into the fleshy
part in his hand and moved so he could explore it with his
fingers. Holding the nipple gently between his thumb and
forefinger, he rolled it gently and Ginny moaned.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned, his hand shooting away
from her chest.
Ginny opened her eyes and looked very grumpy as she glared
at him. For a moment, Harry thought she was going to hit
him. He must have really hurt her, he thought. But she just
grabbed his hand and replaced it on her breast. "It didn't
hurt," she told him softly. "It felt good. Please do it
some more?"
His heart slowing to a semi rushed pace, he rubbed the
nipple and pressed it and pulled it, playing with the
seemingly rubber flesh, and all the time Ginny rubbed at
her abdomen and moaned. He was fascinated that her body
seemed to be constantly in motion.
"Kiss it," Ginny pleaded, suddenly opening her eyes. "Kiss
it like we kiss ok?"
Harry nodded. He didn't need any more enticement than that,
and wished he would have thought of it first. When he
placed his mouth over her breast, Ginny's back arched and
both her hands wrapped around Harry's head, her fingers
stroking his already unkempt hair.
Harry grinned as he played with her nipple with his tongue
and lips, and suddenly remembering she had two breasts and
his hand moved to find it's twin. Ginny let out a
powerfully exciting groan when his fingers found its
target. Her breathing was erratic and her body was moving
with an intensity he could never have imagined. He crawled
over her so that he was between her legs and she
immediately wrapped her legs around his back and pushed
herself against his stomach.
Her movements were becoming more violent and Harry was
beginning to worry about her, but she wouldn't let him
withdraw his mouth. She was indeed mashing his face so hard
against her that he was worried that his glasses were going
to break.
Then suddenly she went rigid, her muscles clamping hard
against his body and she made high-pitched guttural noises,
then almost as quick as it happened, her muscles released
their tension and she seemed to sink into the mattress.
Harry picked up his head, more than slightly worried. "Are
you all right?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.
Ginny opened her eyes. She was smiling at him as her breath
began to calm. "I'm wonderful, thank you."
"Did you have a seizure or something?"
"No silly," she said as she gently took off his glasses and
deposited them carefully on the nightstand. "It was an
orgasm." She would have blushed, Harry was sure (he was),
but her whole body seemed to be blushing. He felt stupid.
Of course it was an orgasm. He'd read about that in the
magazine. But... He just didn't know what one was.
"Yes," she said as she struggled to sit up enough to hug
him. "It was wonderful." Harry just reveled in the way her
sweat and lavender fragrance tickled at his nose and groin.
When the embrace was broken, Ginny laid back down and
started unbuttoning his shirt. "What are you doing?" He
asked though he made no move to stop her.
"It's no fair that I don't got nothing on and you do.
Besides hugging feels better with just skin," she told him
matter-of-factly.
It was an easy war to win and Harry shrugged off his shirt
so that it too lay in a heap at the foot o
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