Hinny Moments

I finally feel like I can sleep knowing that Harry's next door when my belly starts to gurgle and rumble. I groan and pull on some pyjama bottoms and leaving on the tank top without a bra and walk down the thirteen flights of stairs to the kitchen.

I start clambering through the fridge of stuff for the meal tomorrow when I hear the wooden floorboards creek under someone's feet.

I turn around, nipples peaked up because of how cold the fridge gets when you stand there for more than a couple seconds. "Erm, hi?" I speak, the only sauce of light coming from the fridge which is dimly lit anyways.

I feel two cold hands wrap around my waist from behind and push me against the counter. I know these hands, this smell, this touch. Harry mother fucking Potter.

"Do you know how good you looked tonight?" He asks, jumping his head into my neck.

"Harry..."

"That's my name." He chuckles, toying the edge of my pyjama bottoms. "Seriously though? Sweet fucking torture you are. All night I couldn't concentrate on one thing apart from you and that bloody French lad with his goo-goo eyes and blonde hair."

"What French guy with goo-goo eyes?" I snort, turning to wrap my arms around his neck. He just shakes his head and lifts it out of my neck, "no matter, I wasn't paying attention anyways."

I smirk at him as Harry begins to kiss my neck leaving me no choice but to bite my lip so hard it hurts to stop myself from moaning.

He looks at me with so much emotion and passion, so ruggedly and so fucking sexily. Good god Merlin, "Your so fucking gorgeous Ginny it's not even funny." He murmurs, staring at my lips with every word.

I look down at my feet, suddenly feeling self conscious. He trails his thumb down my jawline to my chin, lifting it upwards, "what if I asked you to come back to my room?"

I bite my lip, struggling to stop my smile, "I would say what for?"

His lips find my ear, "I'll give you a clue, you'll need to be real quiet."

I have never ran so quickly up the stairs before.

Following me closely into my room, Harry grasps my hips at the first chance and pulls me against his hard on. I gasp as I come into contact with him. Harry's hands wrap themselves around my waist, the warm palms resting flatly on my stomach.

His breathing becomes laboured as I rub against him, his hands tightening. "Do you know how much I've missed you?" He murmurs in my ear, "how much all I've wanted to do is rip your clothes off and take you apart piece by piece."

His cold nose trails as far as his head can go along my jawline. "God Ginny, I would have fucked you against that table tonight if your family wasn't there."

My breath hitches as he leaves sloppy kisses against my skin, he takes a moment to suck on my sensitive spot before turning me in his arms.

My arms wrap themselves around his neck, already pulling him into a kiss. My fingers feel my way across his chest, his stomach, his face. God it's been too long. So long since his hands have touched me, since he's held me, since I've felt these sparks in my stomach.

We stand there, in my childhood bedroom, making out. There's no rush about the way we kiss, we take our time. Although there is a million different reasons why we should just have it out now, I can't find the need to. I'm enjoying just lazily kissing him, wrapping my hands into his hair.

Slowly Harry ghosts his hands further up my T-shirt, grinning when he finds no bra. "No bra huh?"

"You know I can't sleep with a bra on." I murmur back, thanking myself for having overly sensitive boobs, because now Harry has easy access to run the pads of his thumb over the quickly hardening buds of my nipples.

I moan quietly into his mouth as he plays with my boobs. He teases with the hem of my T-shirt, and knowing that he is never going to ask when he's busy kissing the life out of me, I break from him for a moment before pulling my T-shirt off.

"Jesus Gin." He breathes his eyes staring at my breasts, "it's been too long. I just- just need to-"

Harry groans as his mouth finds it's way to my nipple while his other calloused hand comes and twists and teases the other one.

"Fuck." I moan, grabbing his hair and tugging. I forgot how good he is at this. How could I forget this? He spent hours learning and worshiping my body, figuring out where to touch and what to touch with the right angle. And my god he's gotten that good that sometimes I think he's better then me.

I look for the bottom of his T-shirt, face burning with pure passion. He offers zero assistance, because he's too intent on boobs to pay attention. I find the hem and tug hard on it, only then does he separate from me.

Pulling up his shirt, I feel the breath from my lungs being dragged away. Fucking hell, his hot body, hot. That's it, that's all I can do to describe it. "God your fucking hot."

"Is that so?" There's no gracefulness in the way he picks me up and pulls me onto the bed, shrugging off my bottoms.

There's no warning when Harry flips us over so I'm on top and there's definitely no warning when he pulls my thong to the side roughly and shoves two fingers inside of me. A sharp whistle of breath blows between my teeth at the movement.

His fingers withdraw and I can feel my wetness on his fingers as he tugs on my thong, tight. Pulling it so it's got the right amount of pressure on my clit.

I moan quietly and arch myself into him, grasping at the end of his hairs. His heavy breath is on my collarbone, his other hand holding me together as he curls his fingers inside of me.

I bite my lip to contain the words threatening to tumble out of my mouth, acutely aware of the fact my whole family is in the house. Sleeping.

Harry continuously slams into my G-spot, simultaneously moving his thumb along a bundle of nerves. The rawness of it all slams into me, I can feel him everywhere. Even in my curling toes.

With a lip bite so hard I almost draw blood, I come. I crash down to earth so hard I lean on Harry for support. "Fuck." I breathe out.

Harry only chuckles lowly and withdraws himself from me, dragging his fingers up to his lips and sucking on them. His eyes roll back into his head. Fuck, I forgot how good it was when he did that.

"Come over here and fuck my face. I'm gonna need more of that, love." His voice is gravely, so fucking erotic and ugh. Harry leans back onto my pillows, a shit eating grin on his face.

Oh. My. God. This fucking guy.

Maybe I shouldn't crawl forward, but I do. It's like he's cast a spell on me, I will do whatever he wants when he talks to me like that.

His hot breath warms my skin as I lower myself onto him, "fuck yeah." Is the last thing I hear before his mouth locks itself onto me.

He doesn't just use his tongue. He uses his lips, his teeth to scrape across my hypersensitive clit. One hand is tightly wrapped around my hipbone, and the other one is inside of me again. His tongue does long strokes until I'm muffling sounds into my arm. My hands grasp onto the headboard as his two fingers part me and his tongue slips inside of me.

After that not only does Harry bring me over the edge, he physically pushes me off it. He gives me a moment to catch my breathing before lowering me back down to his waist so he can push himself back up. His tongue licks up the last of cum on his lips and he holds out his hand for me. I give my hand gladly to him, he gently brings holds my fingers and presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

He smiles innocently behind my hand, like he hasn't just completely rocked my world. Twice. "You okay?" He asks, tucking a piece of sex-sweat hair behind my ear.

I nod and gulp, leaning into his touch. I reach between us to pull down his jeans when his hand stops me. I look up to him confused, only to see him smiling sweetly, "not my intention tonight Gin."

"What?"

He only shakes his head, "Tonight is and was about you. About making you feel good. And I've achieved that. It was never about me."

He touches my cheek lightly and strokes his thumb across my cheekbone, "come on, I'm shattered."

He accios his T-shirt from up of the floor and pulls it over my head. Just after wriggling out of his own jeans he kisses the top of my head and turns off the lamp. "Goodnight my love."

From my place on his chest I kiss the underside of his jaw, "goodnight."

And that is the best night sleep I've had in long time.