Unexpectedly Expecting

12: Mama Weasley's Wrath

Ginny

Ginny woke to find Harry still holding her after their spirited "sleep over." He was holding her as the big spoon in her ridiculously comfortable doll house-like bed. Harry's dark hair was even more messy in sleep, and without his signature round glasses, he looked even more cute and boyish. She tried to move out of his arms, but he murmured something incomprehensible in his sleep.

She moved a bit more, as much as her bruised ass body would allow, any way, and she kissed him. "Huhwah?" He murmured. "Clowns are evvvilll deatheaterrrs annnnd can't bbbbee trruusted."

Ginny giggled, kissing him again. "Oh my gods, wake up, you dork."

Harry's green eyes fluttered open, and he gave a start when he realized where he was. "Oh! H-Hey Ginny. Umm, did we really do all that stuff last night?"

Ginny felt slightly sore between her legs, but not as much as she would without her earlier "experiments," with the Patil twins in school. Parvarti in particular had a lot of vibrators hidden in her part of the girls dormitory, whereas Padma liked strap ons better. Where they got the cash to buy all that sex stuff she never had any idea, but she now knew she preferred the real thing, even though Parvarti was gorgeous in her own exotic kind of way.

She lifted up the covers slightly, and grinned, "Well, considering we're both naked underneath these covers, and I'm sore between my legs, I'd say we did."

Harry looked like he remembered the night before, and picked up his wand. He cast the priory incantatem charm, and it only revealed that he cast the anti birth charm. He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank Merlin, I cast the charm then."

Ginny shrugged. "I wouldn't care, Harry, honestly. Like you said when we broke up, you could die any time in this war. Having your kid wouldn't be so bad if a part of you could live on, if you were killed."

"It's the dying part that has me worried." Harry sat up, and he tried to avert his eyes when Ginny did the same. "Sorry. I...um, didn't mean to look."

Ginny laughed, "You weren't so shy last night. Go ahead and look, Harry."

He did, and Ginny fought the urge to tell him he was being silly. Harry put his hands on her shoulders, and slid them down her arms, until he cupped her breasts in his hands. He circled her nipples with his thumbs, and Ginny gasped, "Oh...Harry, that feels...so good."

"We shouldn't. You're injured still."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "So? I just want you to touch me. I'm too sore for your dick any way. You got kind of...spirited last night."

"Sorry."
"It's alright. I liked it."
"Y-You did?"

"Mmhm," She laid out on the bed, and crooked her finger for him to come hither. "Come here, stud. Make me feel good before you go down to breakfast."

He parted her legs with his knee, and began to kiss and lick up her body, making sure to kiss each freckle and mole that dotted her otherwise perfect ivory skin. He paused at the juncture between her legs, and he gave it a playful lick before moving northward, his goal being Ginny's delicious full breasts. He trailed kisses up her sternum, and kneaded each of her breasts in his hands before taking a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, making Ginny moan, so obviously, she liked it.

He licked and and kissed the slopes of each breast, and then he concentrated on her other one, his efforts being rewarded by Ginny begging him to not stop. He continued on, and trailed his lips to kiss her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat, and then her lips, making sure to delve his tongue deep into her mouth to explore it, memorize the velvety texture of it, the sensuous abraisiveness of her tongue moving over his as their mouths molded together as one, their saliva going everywhere as he tried to direct how deeply he wanted to penetrate his girlfriend's mouth.