Harry pumped his hand and imagined asking Ginny to let him and having Ginny say yes, imagined feeling that heat, that wet tightness himself, as he thrust into her, her lean, strong arms around him, her legs pulling him in, urging him on…
He came with a groan, too lost in the fantasy to remember to cover himself properly, and come shot up over his stomach and chest. XXX Goodnight, Harry,” she said, and stepped outside. “Um…”
“I know what you meant,” Hermione said with a soft smile. “I’m going outside,” he said. That snog Ginny had given him on his birthday had been—
It hadn’t even been the most they’d done together. Harry tried to return to the papers after eating, but his heart wasn’t in it.




















