Chapter 3 - Birthday Present (Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny)

I was recently rereading Deathly Hallows, noticed this scene again, and remembered how the corresponding scene in the movie was done...

So, what might have happened if Ron hadn't arrived so soon?

m/f bj

Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath and said, "Happy seventeenth."

"Yeah... thanks."

She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.

"Nice view," he said feebly, pointing towards the window.

She ignored this. He could not blame her.

"I couldn't think what to get you," she said.

"You didn't have to get me anything."

She disregarded this too.

"I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you."

He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.

She took a step closer to him.

"So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."

"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."

"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair...

The kiss grew increasingly heated, and as Ginny pressed against him Harry's hands wandered down over her back, trying to make as much contact as he could. In the back of his mind was the awareness that he had officially broken up with her, but when she was kissing him like this he found it difficult to remember that.

After what felt to Harry like far too short a time but which in reality had probably been only a minute or two, Ginny broke away. Harry couldn't help but make a disappointed sound even as he gasped for breath.

Ginny didn't step any further away, thou8gh. Her brown eyes locked on his, she reached out and fumbled in his pocked until she extracted his wand.

"I'm not done yet,"" she smiled, holding it out to him. "That wasn't your present. That was just for fun."

She stepped closer again, her warm breath heating his face. "Lock the door," she whispered.

Suddenly nervous, but unable to refuse her request, Harry waved his wand at the door and whispered, "Colloportus." The door closed the last few inches and sealed itself.

"Good, we don't want to be interrupted," Ginny said, standing on tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose, but ducking back down when harry tried to initiate another kiss.

"Wha-" Harry began, but Ginny silenced him with a finger on his lips.

"Just wait," she said, her eyes glittering with amusement.

She embraced him again, hands roaming over his back as she pressed her body against his. Harry squi8rmed as certain parts of him responded to the close contact, and Ginny shot him a knowing grin.

"I think you're ready for your present," she breathed.

Before Harry could quite understand her meaning, her hands moved quickly to his front, one of them going to his belt while the other cupped him between the legs and gave a gentle squeeze.

Harry only just managed to muffle his startled yelp with his hand, his wand clattering to the floor as he dropped it.

"Gin!" he exclaimed, in an urgent whisper.

"Shh," she shushed him, "We don't want anyone to hear, do we?"

There was a faint metallic sound as Harry's belt came undone, and he stood frozen while Ginny's lips brushed his. Then she sank lower, dropping to her knees. The hand that had been massaging him stopped and joined the other in unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

Harry swallowed, hard, while his hands twitched uncertainly at his sides. In those last few warm weeks at Hogwars the previous school year he and Ginny had, in the times they had spent together, progressed from kissing to deeper kissing to some pretty heavy groping, but they had always stayed fully clothed.

He didn't know what Ginny was planning now, but she was clearly going quite a bit further. And they weren't even really together anymore.

"Gin, we're not-" he began, but Ginny shushed him again. She seemed to know what he was going trying to say.

"That was for other people's benefit, wasn't it? Just... Let me, OK?" She asked, showing a hint of hesitation for the first time. "I want this."

She kept her eyes on his as his flies opened, and pulled his trousers down a few inches, taking his underpants along.

"And from the evidence, so do you," she added, giving him that cocky grin he knew so well from the Quidditch field.

Harry couldn't deny it, and didn't really want to. Looking into Ginny's eyes, he gave a small nod. That got him another smile, one of the small gentle ones that she reserved for him.

"Good," she murmured, "because I really don't want to stop now."

Without another word, she pulled his trousers down to his knees. There was the sudden feeling of cool air and a thwack as a certain part of him that had grown pretty hard in the last few minutes sprang free and slapped against his stomach.

That provoked a giggle and a sudden warm breath on sensitive skin that made Harry wobble on his feet, followed by a moment of breathless silence from the both of them.

"Wow," Ginny said, "I always wondered what it would look like. I mean, I have plenty of brothers, but this is different."

Harry very much didn't want to think about Ron or any of the other Weasley brothers right now, but he couldn't find the breath to reply when Ginny ran her hands up his legs. When, after a minute hesitation, she cupped his balls in her hand, all his breath left his lungs at once, taking any thoughts of anyone else along with it.

"Warm..." Ginny commented, softly, caressing them gently.

Her other hand joined the first, fingertips skimming over sensitive skin and moving higher until they reached his shaft. Harry breathed in sharply and his cock twitched under the sudden stimulations, which got another giggle from Ginny.

"Excited?" she teased, clearly having found her confidence again.

"Y-yeah," Harry stammered as her fingers grew bolder and encircled his shaft, his hand finding the top her head to steady himself as his knees nearly buckled.

Ginny didn't seem to notice, her eyes focused on what her hands were doing, with an expression of intense concentration on her face.

"It's... kind of cute," she said, as she slowly ran her hand over his cock to and then just as slowly moved it back, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the head.

Harry was saved from having to muffle his laughter by the way the sudden rush of intense sensation choked off his breath. Ginny spared him a quick glance upward, impish smile breaking through her expression of concentration before she looked down again at Harry's throbbing erection.

When she pumped her hand up and down once, twice, Harry almost lost his balance and only stayed upright by tightening his grip in her hair.

"I guess I'm doing good," Ginny commented, and then Harry's heart almost stopped as she closed the last few inches of distance and took half of his cock into her mouth without hesitation.

It felt hot and wet and really, intensely good.

"Ginny..." Harry breathed, clumsily stroking her hair.

"Hmm?" Ginny hummed, the vibrations shooting straight up Harry's spine, and then she pulled away, leaving his cock cold and twitching, covered in her spit and the first drops of his pre-cum. "Just let me..." she breathed, her breath hot on his cock.

Then she dove forward again, taking him deeper than before, her tongue plating along his length, clumsily but still making stars appear in front of his eyes. One of her hands was at the root of his cock, keeping it steady, while the other played with his balls, more and more erratically as Ginny's head began bobbing back and forth. The sensations of her hands on him, her mouth around him, of her hair under his hands and the feelings coursing through him at the thought that this was Ginny built up until Harry felt dizzy and like he was going to explode with the intensity of it all.

He couldn't find the words to express the way he was feeling, and not the breath either, so he settled for stroking the long fall of her bright hair down to the back of her neck. Ginny didn't respond directly, though as she grew accustomed to what she was doing and her movements grew more regular she did wink at hime before turning her eyes back to his stomach.

She was clearly trying to keep quiet, but as she sped up and took him deeper with each stroke, soft slurping sounds filled the room. Ginny gradually started using her tongue more, and her free hand was back to gently massagin his balls. Harry found himself simply stroking Ginny's hair while he whispered her name, not really capable of anything else while her fought to stay on his feet.

When she took him steadily deeper, there was a choking sound from her, once, when he hit the back of her throat, but she simply pulled back a little and kept going now that she knew her limit. Her movements back and forth slowed, but she began sucking as well while her tongue danced along the underside of the shaft.

"G-ginny..." Harry panted. Pleasure so strong it was nearly overwhelming with every stroke and the way she flicked her tongue along the edge of the head each time it could reach made his fingers twitch in her hair.

Ginny responded with a muffled giggle, and the added vibration made Harry groan again. She finally turned her eyes upward again to look into his, and there was clear amusement in those brown eyes, together with the excitement that coloured her cheeks.

With as much of a smile as she could manage with her cock between her lips she pulled back until only the head was still in her mouth and played the point of her tongue over the very tip. "Hmm?" she hummed, her tone teasing.

It was too much. "Gin- Ginny," Harry repeated, urgently, "I can't-"

Ginny's eyes widened, and she froze for half a second. Then her expression turned determined and she dove forward, taking Harry's cock deep into her mouth again. The head brushed against the roof of her mouth, and that was the last push. Harry's fingers tensed in her hair as his balls tightened and his cock jumped in her mouth, and then it was all he could do to keep his moan from turning into a shout as he came.

Ginny tensed when Harry's cock pulsed an the first blast of his cum shot into her mouth, but she quickly rallied and tightened her lips around the shaft. She kept her eyes locked with his during the rest of his orgams, her expression full of concentration as she seemed determined to suck him completely dry.

Her mouth and tongue worked against his cock as she swallowed as quickly as she could, until Harrys climax finally came t an end, his fingers relaxing as Ginny sucked out the last drops of his cum.

Harry panted, struggling to regain his breath while Ginny pulled off his cock. She kept eye contact while she swallowed once move, demonstratively. Then, while Harry wasn't quite confident yet that his limbs would obey him, she rose to her feet again, pulling up his pants and trousers on the way, and enveloped him in a hug that he finally felt able to return.

"So, did you like your birthday present?" she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Er..." he stammered. "Yes, of course!" He brushed a hand through her hair and breathed in her scent. "What-" he began, and came to a stop that he didn't know what he wanted to ask.

Ginny seemed to know what he meant, however. "I know you need to go. Just... try to come back, OK?" She took a step back and, smiling handed him his wand back. "Here, you'd best unlock the door again before someone tries to come in."

Harry absentmindedly undid the locking charm, though he didn't take his hand away, and a moment later they were embracing again.

The door banged open behind them and they jumped apart.

"Oh," said Ron pointedly. "Sorry."

"Ron!" Hermione was just behind him, slightly out of breath. There was a strained silence, then Ginny said in a flat little voice, "Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry."

Ron's ears were scarlet; Hermione looked nervous. Harry wanted to slam the door in their faces, but it felt as though a cold draught had entered the room when the door opened and his shining moment had popped like a soap bubble. All the reasons for ending his relationship with Ginny, for staying well away from her, seemed to have slunk inside the room with Ron, and all happy forgetfulness was gone.



