Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: The Fun Part of Dating Ginny Weasley
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2200
Status: Complete
Summary: Silly as it seemed, apparently the arguments were the fun part of dating Ginny Weasley, if only for the things that came after.
Note: Written for alice_msweasley's birthday. I'm sorry I'm so late, sweetie. *hugs* I was busy and a bit scatterbrained so I struggled with this. Sorry. :( I hope you'll like it!

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The Fun Part of Dating Ginny Weasley

 

Harry squirmed, trying to decide whether he felt comfortable or uncomfortable. He concluded that he was in fact, feeling quite odd. Something was touching him in private places. Or more accurately, somebody was groping him.

Harry forcefully shook off sleep and opened his eyes.

A mass of bright red hair appeared before him and Harry sighed in relief.

"Ginny?" he asked tentatively, squinting at the blurry image of his girlfriend. After a giggle and a couple of sudden movements, his glasses were pushed on his face, and a smiling Ginny came into focus.

Harry frowned, biting his lips, and studying his girlfriend, who had succeeded to climb on the bed, and was currently straddling him, looking pleased with herself.

Her eyes were just a little too bright and her smile a little too wide.

"You're drunk," Harry stated the obvious.

Ginny cocked her head. "Yes. I admit it, so I should be at least partly forgiven, right?"

Harry couldn't help grinning at her — she was much too adorable, sitting there with her hair dishevelled and with her full lips spreading into a teasing smile. "You had fun then?"

"Oh, yes! Just the girls and me. It was quite the celebration. We got drunk and shagged random guys in the pub."

"Very funny," Harry said, not laughing.

"That's what girls do when they're alone and drinking." Ginny nodded for emphasis.

Harry narrowed his eyes. He knew what this was about. He had been just a bit upset earlier when Ginny informed him she would go down to the pub alone to meet her fellow Harpies. Honestly, he was only worried and a bit miffed because he was hoping that they would spend the evening alone. Preferably on their couch, pretending to watch a movie, and shagging instead. Harry might have said something nasty about pubs and guys, and Ginny said some nasty things in return about whiny boyfriends. But that seemed ancient history now. Harry had stopped feeling angry hours ago. It was just one of those days and they lashed out on each other. When Ginny had left, fuming and slamming the door behind her, his only regret was that they failed to have angry make up sex. That was always worth the arguments. Harry had to make do with his own fantasy and a not quite satisfying wank.

"I ... I didn't think you'll shag random guys in the pub. I was just venting," Harry said quietly, reaching out to stroke the uncharacteristically wild, red hair. She must have been dancing, Harry thought wistfully. He would have liked to see that.

Ginny leaned into the touch with an unexpected purr that sent a jolt of pleasure through Harry's body, making his cock harden instantly.

"Just one more word and I'll make it worth your while," Ginny said in a singsong voice, her eyes twinkling at Harry.

That was a simple clear request. "Sorry," he said demurely.

Ginny grinned, looking satisfied. She lifted up a little and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it over her thighs, chest and head in one smooth move.

Harry gasped at the sight of pale skin revealed on the moonlight that seeped into the room. But, how ever lovely a sight that made, there was just a bit too much skin to be seen.

"You went outside like this?" he asked weakly, staring at a very naked Ginny.

Ginny giggled. "Of course. Why not?"

"You're joking. Please tell me you're joking."

Ginny burst out laughing, her breasts jumping as she did so, making Harry forget his horror for a second. "Of course I'm joking! Merlin, Harry, you should see your face." Ginny shook her head, trying to control her laughter. "I took off my underwear in the living room." She tapped her nose as if to say, 'See, how sneaky I am?'

"You're no fun when you're drunk." Harry pouted.

Ginny straightened her back and declared haughtily, "Allow me to demonstrate the opposite."

Before Harry had a chance to wonder how, Ginny's hands were already beneath his pyjama top. Harry hissed at the feeling — her hands were cold and ticklish. Harry squirmed underneath her touch, but Ginny didn't retreat. Instead, she leaned down to press her cheek on his chest.

"You're so warm," she murmured.

"I'm sure you meant hot," Harry said much more cockily than he felt.

Ginny laughed a bit; the vibrations of her laughter spreading pleasantly through Harry's body. Breathing in the flowery scent of her hair, Harry moved his hands onto the soft skin of her back. He traced the curve of her spine, eventually reaching the top of her bum. Grinning, he squeezed her arse cheeks hard enough to make her yelp. Rather than scolding him verbally, Ginny moved her head a little to the left, and bit one of Harry's pyjama covered nipples. Harry groaned, wondering whether that move was meant to be unpleasant, because it failed spectacularly then. Ginny sucked firmly, at the same time tickling the bare skin of his stomach in earnest. Torn between jolts of pleasure coming from Ginny's mouth, and unpleasant feeling spread by her tickling fingers, Harry managed to yell out, "Ginny!" in a satisfyingly scolding voice.

Ginny released his abused nipple, leaving a wet spot on his pyjama top, and giggling, she moved downwards, pulling the covers away from Harry's body. She looked up at him with wicked brown eyes, and then kissed his stomach as though in apology. After nipping her way to the dark patch of hair just above his pyjama bottoms, she paused, nuzzling her nose and cheek there for a second. That was far more pleasant than tickling. Harry's stomach muscles clenched and his breath hitched when Ginny moved her head above the bulge in his pyjamas, breathing hotly over it. Harry's hips twitched upwards hopefully.

Ginny smirked at him and then mercifully, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Harry's pyjamas, pulling them down together with his boxers. Harry exhaled sharply as cold air hit his cock, and then shivered as Ginny's hair fell forward, tickling his thighs and balls. Squirming at the tickling that just wouldn't stop, Harry reached down to move Ginny's hair out of the way, realizing only then that Ginny was doing that on purpose.

"Tickling is not fun. Stop it!" Harry burst out.

Ginny laughed and in a flash, she bent down and grabbed his cock, enveloping it in the hotness of her mouth. Harry forgot his complaints instantly. He put both of his hands on the bed and grabbed the sheets, willing himself not to arch upwards. He lost that battle quickly — his hips jerked and he raised his arse off the bed, only to be pressed back down sharply when Ginny grabbed his hips with her hands. Her hands were small and delicate looking but, due to endless training, she was quite strong and she held him firmly down without much effort. She took him deeply into her mouth, but not as deeply Harry knew she could. She set a slow teasing pace, letting him slip out of her mouth completely, and then swirling her tongue at the head. Occasionally, her finger trailed off behind his balls to press on his perineum, making Harry shudder before the finger would teasingly move away.

It took too long and Harry needed more, but Ginny was apparently happy to keep her tortuous pace. "Ginny," Harry whined just a little.

With a sharp suck, that threatened to pull out Harry's brain, a slurp and a pop, Ginny raised her head and looked at him reproachfully. "Aren't you a complainer today?" She sighed and moved to stand. "I think I'll have to go and take one of the pub guys on their offer."

Harry sat bolt upright as Ginny actually stood and turned. His pyjamas, wrapped around his thighs, hampered him, but he still managed to grab her around the waist and pull her down on the bed. She landed on his lap with a squeal, still laughing as Harry pressed her back flush against his chest. He buried his head in her hair and growled against her neck, making Ginny laugh harder.

"You're driving me insane," Harry complained some more, biting the delicate skin beneath the mass of red.

Ginny shivered and stopped laughing. "Oh?" she asked in a low voice.

Harry raised his head to look at her. Ginny tipped her head back on his shoulder and stared at him with a dark gaze and flushed cheeks. "Insane enough to do what?" she taunted, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Harry needed no further encouragement. He held Ginny's waist with one hand and grabbed her hip with another. He rose up a little, making them both kneel on the bed and then took his cock in hand, guiding it between Ginny's thighs. He felt slippery silkiness, and he teased her for a second, sliding his cock over her wetness. Ginny moaned and wriggled, her hand coming between her legs to grab Harry's arousal and lead him where she wanted him.

They both moaned loudly as he slid into her in one slow move.

"That's all you got?" Ginny panted.

Miffed, Harry cupped her breasts with both of his hands, and pinched her nipples, none too gently between his forefingers and thumbs. Ginny gasped and arched, and then almost screamed as Harry redrew from her body only to slam back in with a sharp twitch of his hips.

Ginny threw her head back, her long hair tickling Harry's chest, making Harry wonder if it was possible that Ginny was doing that on purpose. But at that point he hardly cared. He continued to thrust harshly, driving into Ginny fast, and pausing occasionally to pull out completely and then slam back with a deep thrust. Ginny grabbed his hands that were still teasing her nipples and pushed back, her cries of pleasure sounding broken as her head was tipped far back. Harry took a moment to marvel at her flexibility, but then Ginny cried out and after a series of loud Oh!-s she clamped down on his cock so hard Harry felt dizzy for a second.

Ginny shuddered and collapsed forward, catching herself on her elbows. Only after she squeezed him firmly with her inner muscles, did Harry realize he had stopped moving. Eager to rectify that mistake, Harry took hold of Ginny's hips to keep her steady, and pulled out, thrusting back in with a cry and a shudder. Ginny rose up on her hands and circled her hips in such a delicious way, Harry considered to stop moving altogether, and let Ginny do all the work. But he was too far gone to control his body anymore. With several harsh jerks of his hips, he stiffened and came inside Ginny, clutching her body much too hard, undoubtedly leaving bruises on the pale skin.

They stayed in that position for a while longer, breathing heavily until Ginny groaned and pushed back harshly. Harry took the hint, sliding out of her. He let himself fall backwards on the bed, but not before he grabbed Ginny around the waist, and pulled her on top of him. They landed down awkwardly in a tangle of limbs. Ginny still had the energy to laugh as she squirmed and wriggled until she turned and managed to drape her body over Harry's, looking up at him and supporting her weight on her elbows that dug sharply into Harry's chest.

"See? I am fun when I'm drunk," she said happily.

Reluctant to deny that, but not willing to agree with it, Harry gripped her upper arms and pulled her towards him for a kiss. She went willingly, pressing her lips to his and promptly sliding her tongue into his mouth, demonstrating that she still had quite a bit of energy left. She pulled back after a couple of breathless moments, and looked at him with warm brown eyes.

Staring at them, Harry suddenly felt extremely guilty. "I really am sorry," he said quietly. "I mean, I don't mind when you go out without me. I just prefer to go with you. Because I prefer to be with you rather than without you."

Ginny smiled blindingly and kissed him lightly once more. "I know that. That's why I'm not taking you seriously." She giggled.

Harry looked heavenward, trying not to smile. "You know what? We'll have this conversation when you sober up."

Ginny buried her head in the crook of his neck and yawned widely. "We'll forget about this in the morning. It will have to wait until next time you have a fit," she murmured against his neck in a muffled voice.

"I didn't have a fit!" Harry argued indignantly.

Ginny sighed and then snored loudly against his neck.

"Oh, come on. You're not sleeping already." Harry shook her in vain — she didn't budge, but insisted to be dead weight on top of him. "Tease." Harry smiled, kissing the top of her head.

Harry struggled to pull his pyjamas over his hips and then to cover them both with a wrinkled sheet. When he finally managed it, he settled back on the pillows, wrapping his arms firmly around his girlfriend.

As Ginny's breathing deepened, after she truly fell asleep, Harry promised himself for the umpteenth time not to cause another silly argument between them. Sadly, he knew in advance that he wouldn't stay true to that promise. But, perhaps, he concluded eventually, those silly explosive arguments that always ended up with even more explosive make up sex, were just another fun part of dating Ginny Weasley.

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Fin

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