Harry Potter Imagines

Christmas Gift H.P and R.W

"Y/n! Are you coming? We need to leave soon," Ron prompted me. I was staying with him at the Weasleys Burrow along with Harry for the holidays. Not only was it going to be Christmas, but I'd be with Ron and Harry, if you know what I mean.

"I'll miss you, Hermione. Write as often you can," I hugged Hermione before she left to visit her muggle parents.

"I will too y/n. By the way, good luck with them two. Maybe Ginny will be better company," she smiled at me.

"What do you mean? Y/n loves Harry and I, isn't that right?" Ron defended himself and his friend putting an arm around me.

"I'm sure she does when you're not driving her mad, Ronald," Hermione and I laughed.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of her," Harry smiled ruffling my hair.

"Good. Well have fun you guys I'll miss you all!"

We hugged and waved goodbye to Hermione one last time before she left on the train.

"Alright, ready to go?" Ron asked, resting a hand on my back. Harry watched curiously, clenching his sharp jaw.

"Of course I am! I love Christmas, I can't wait to eat all the food and decorate and be with your family. I've never had a Christmas like this."

"That's brilliant, y/n," Harry replied opening the door for me. "I've already met the Weasleys, but I'm sure they'll love you." Ron nodded in agreement, ruffling my hair.

"What is with you two always messing up my hair?" I laughed trying to fix my hair.

"You look cute, that's why," Harry turned.

I rolled my eyes, smirking, "Whatever, Potter. By the way, Ron, do you have a pillow or something?"

"I don't believe I do. Sorry about that, y/n."

Harry shifted in his seat. "I'll come back with you, I could use a nap myself." He had a look in eyes that suggested more.

I smiled lazily at him making room for him to sit. "What would I ever do without The Chosen One," I teased Harry.

Harry just rolled his eyes, "Watch it."

"You know, I could've done that too," Ron looked back at us.

"We have all holiday to do this, Ronald," I cooed

I got comfortable on Harry laying my head in the crook of his neck. He rested his head on mine, holding his arm around my waist. I pulled my blanket over us making it even more comfy.

As I laid on Harry I felt a warm hand on my inner thigh. My skin felt like it was on fire from his touch. He rubbed my thigh up and down, sometimes squeezing it. Eventually, he had run out of skin to caress and was getting closer to my clothed pussy. I squirmed as he traced the edge, Harry grinned to himself. He placed his hand on top and traced my concealed slit with his fingers. I was becoming so wet, I was positive I soaked through my underwear.

"Harry-" I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Shhh, you don't want Ron to hear, do you?"

I shook my head and he slipped his hand inside. I took hold of his sweatshirt near his chest. His finger traced lines up and down my slit again, feeling myself dripping. Moving my underwear to the side, he teased my clit for a bit. Easily he slid three fingers in, stretching me out. Harry went back to rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb.

I gasped as he started moving his fingers in and out of my cunt.

"Are you guys alright?" Ron asked curiously, looking in the mirror to try and see.