Interrupting
I hear Harry before I see him, his feet carry him onto my bed next to me, thigh touching thigh; the tingles shooting up my body.
He smirks as he looks over at me, "imagine doing homework on a Saturday night."
"Imagine dating someone who would rather be doing homework then snogging with you." I bite back, grinning. We both know that's complete and utter bullshit, I would kiss him all day, everyday. But I'm afraid Hermione's schedule has no time for that.
His hand grips onto my thigh, massaging slightly, "We both know that isn't true Ginerva."
My breath dies in my throat as I turn to see him smirking, pleased with my reaction obviously. "When are you going to get the hint and kiss me?" He says.
I climb onto his lap, my homework laying forgotten on the bed. Harry grins up at me as he grabs my hips, pulling me closer into him.
I clasp my hands around his neck, leaning into him, not touching him to let him come to me.
And he does, I don't even think about it, I don't second guess the fact I have homework, or that were in my dorm, people had gotten used to walking in on us.
And oh god, does it feel good. So, so good.
He keeps alternating the way he kisses me, switching between softly brushing his lips against mine and ramming our mouths together like I am his lifeline. And it drives me wild. Absolutely wild. But I doubt he's doing it on purpose; it is almost like he keeps reeling himself back after getting too aggressive, too bruising.
I want that though. Bad enough that I seize both sides of his face to keep him from pulling away.
A slight growl tells me that Harry approves. One of his hands still cup my cheek, and he uses it to tilt my head to the side angling it so he can kiss me deeper. His tongue slipping between my lips, and soon it is tangling with mine.
"Fuck," he mutters, muffling my moan with his lips.
The way the word fills my mouth makes me shiver with desire, but it is nothing comparing to when Harry drops his hands from my hips to travel all over, pulling me closer if possible and so I can feel everything.
"Never stop, Weasley," he breathes against my week.
All I can do is whimper in reply. Because our tongues flick together, and I don't want any of it to stop. Just like I suspected would happen when I do kiss him.
My mind reels, completely and wholly drowning in Harry. In his musky scent and hard chest and soft lips. And if that isn't enough, his hands drift to my legs, skating over my tights. I feel his warmth through the sheer fabric as he plucks at it, and I want more. I want so much more.
"I fucking love these." His husky voice caresses my lips as he continues to kiss me.
"What, tights?" I gasp, trying to slow down my breathing as Harry's hands make their way beneath my skirt.
"Yeah and your skirts." He adds gruffly before grabbing my hips and gently rocking them against his. A finger toying with the band of my tights, touching the skin beneath.
Oh god I should stop him, I should really stop him. But I can't. Especially when the things he is doing is causing goosebumps to erupt up and down my arms while something white-hot and boiling pools right where he is grinding us together.
"Harry." I whine, and he chuckles in a delightful sinful manner.
"Ginny I just came-" Hermione bursts through the door, covering her eyes as she sees me and Harry.
I jump off Harry, forcefully as he grabs a pillow, covering himself over. I couldn't help but smirk at the damage I can do to him. "Jesus Hermione." Harry whispers, running a hand through his hair.
"Ginny." She sternly says, looking at me like a naughty child who ate too many sweets before tea, "You're meant to be studying."
Harry chuckles, and mutters to me, "yeah Ginny listen to your mum."
"And you. You've got a potions essay due for Monday." Hermione points at Harry, "you two are trouble. And-" she stops mid sentence her eyes glued to my sheets. "Is that- is that my, my timetable." She points to the crumpled piece of paper under Harry, the purple highlight just poking out.
Harry leans up and pulls it out, grinning sheepishly he holds up Hermione's OWL's timetable she created for me at the start of the year, "maybe."
"That is it." She grabs Harry by the ear, effectively pulling him off the bed and by the doorway, "No more. You two can not Rumpy Pumpy until I see Ginny's work and your essays."
"Come on Mione, give me a break. She needs a bit of Harry time, and trust me I've been dying not being with Ginny, please just give us tonight." Harry begs. "I'll even stay here so you and Ron get the dorm to yourself." He grins at her, winking as her cheeks redden.
She looks over at me, "and you promise that you'll work your arse off tomorrow?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die." I grin at her.
"Go on then. Don't tell Ron, he'll kill me." She let's go of Harry and leaves.
"Well the dorm to ourselves, whatever shall we do?" Harry stalks over to me, his tongue poking out of his cheek.
"Well I was thinking I could see what Seamus was up to. Maybe a cheeky shag in the broom cupboard." I grin innocently as he groans and jumps into my arms. Pinning me to the bed, using my boobs as cushions as I run my fingers through his hair.
"Your not leaving me. I meant what I said. I've missed you." He pouts up to me.
"I've missed you too Potter. I can't go anywhere, I'm afraid you've quite literally pinned me down." I kiss his forehead.
"I'll gladly be stuck with you." He holds me tighter and rolls us over, making me smile into his chest.
"Who knew Harry Potter was so clingy?" I say, closing my eyes as Harry glides his hands through my hair.
"Shut up, and kiss me." He says, I grin and lean up, kissing him.
Harry grabs onto my cheek and deepens the kiss, grabbing my hips to keep me there as he unbuttons my shirt, pulling it off me. I deepen the kiss more, tugging onto his hair, "we shouldn't do this." I whisper.
"You right, want to stop?" He pants, letting go, chuckling as I wrap my legs around him to keep him there.
"No." I murmur, grabbing the back of his head again and pulling him towards me, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
I stroke down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle, just as I go to undo it Harry flips us over, "oh no you don't." He shakes his head.
"What?"
"Tonight is your night. None of this lets take care of you crap, I deserve to have you squeeze your thighs against my head."
"If that is your wish Potter, go ahead." Shaking my head at the crazy man.
He leans down, pulling the straps of my bra off, his kisses trail from my lips, down my neck to my collar bone, trailing further and further, down the valley of my breasts, all the way to my pant line.
Harry kisses all the way around before dipping down past my heat and straight to my thigh, "Harry I'm going to kill you." I pant, gripping onto his hair as he kisses me through my pants.
I feel him grin as his says, "and leave yourself in this state? No chance."
And with that, Harry starts peppering little kisses on my inner thighs, urging them open with the attention from his mouth. There is no way to resist that, his encouraging lips, so I open to him. He swears before muttering something under his breath, something about how wet I am for him. But I am so ridiculously turned on by him, I don’t listen, I don’t even bother to think about anything else then what I want him to do to me, how I want his lips inside-
His tongue brushes against my clit, and I almost scream.
Somehow I keep it in, but the groan I make isn’t in the slightest quiet. And the noise Harry makes is completely contentment.
He licks harder, taking a long swipe before nudging his tongue inside of me and back out before doing it all over again. And another time, and once more.
“Harry.” I whine.
His gaze lifts while his tongue circles around my clit without actually hitting it, “yeah.”
“You’re teasing me.”
“I’m just reaquainting myself with your pussy, and how fucking good you taste.” His lips curve against me, “it’s been a while. Also I just want to see how bad you want it.”
“Just me. I want it.” I lift my hips up, spreading my thighs wider.
He pauses, watching me before saying, “what’s the magic word then, darling?”
A groan of frustration cuts through me, “fuck off?”
“Wrong.” He shrugs, “next one.” He says it so casually, like his head wasn’t between my legs, lips hovering over my clit.
“Fuck Potter,” I squirm, “please, Harry, please.” I would say just about anything to get him moving again, but he wants something so easy, so attainable it makes him that more so sexy.
“That’s it.” Pleased with himself, Harry nestles his head back into my open thighs. He eagerly sucks on me, and I throw my head against the pillow, closing my eyes.
Magical thing between my legs. That is what he’s doing, all without touching me, without using his hands. My mind can’t help but wonder to the last time we did this. Giving in, the things I’ve been blocking out all week flush in, A hot Harry breathless as I lean back up, licking my salty lips. My face in the mirror as I come undone, riding Harry’s thigh.
The pulsing in between my legs grows, and then it tightens with a hot sweetness that makes me grab his hair and hold him in between my legs in case he has any thought of leaving.
He doesn’t try though. Harry groans in between my legs, hurling vibrations through me. He flicks his tongue exactly where I want it, and keeps going and going until his name is a ghost whisper against my lips. I rock up to Harry’s face, not a care in my mind.
“Oh my god.”
I shatter, falling apart with a tidal wave of emotion and bliss. Harry doesn’t stop until I push him away, and even then he presses a kiss to me and licks his lips. Lifting his head to smile innocently at me, like he didn’t just have his lips between me.
“And to think you wanted to give me a blowie.” He jokes, moving up to cradle me in his arms.
“Shut the fuck up, it’s your turn tomorrow, then we’ll see who’s breathless.” I breathe out, nestling against him.
Harry let’s out a low chuckle and turns off the lights with a swish of his wand, “can’t wait.” He promises, pressing a kiss to my hair, “I love you Gin.”
“I love you too, Harry.” I whisper, and in moments I’m asleep.